On the day Buddha Wutian attacked Lingshan Mountain, the golden cudgel was only three inches away from the Tathagata's forehead.
But Sun Wukong suddenly put away his stick and sneered: "Old Bald Donkey, guess what Wutian showed me?"
The Buddha's light condensed in the Tathagata's palm suddenly went out.
The truth about the Peach Garden five hundred years ago, the secret of the death of the six-eared macaque, and the bones of Tang Monk's tenth reincarnation——
The entire Lingshan was silent.
Wutian's black robe surged: "Wukong, do you want to join forces with me now?"
And I grinned, turning the golden hoop in the direction of Tathagata: "That's exactly what I meant."
