It has been three years since Master Xuanzang and his disciples obtained the scriptures and returned them to the throne. The morning bells and evening drums of Leiyin Temple in Lingshan still resound throughout the three realms, but the peace in the hearts of the Buddhas was suddenly broken on this day. At that time, it happened to be the Obon Festival, and all the Buddhas gathered in the Mahavira Hall to listen to the Tathagata preaching the profound meaning of Mahayana Buddhism. On the golden lotus platform, the Tathagata's voice was loud and peaceful, seeming to be able to wash away all dirt, but the clouds outside the hall surged up without warning - the originally clear golden Buddha's light was soaked in ink, and layers of dark clouds swept in from the back of Lingshan Mountain. Sun Wukong was leaning on the palace pillar, playing with the life-saving hair on the back of his head, dangling his feet in boredom. Ever since he was granted the title of Fighter and Victory Buddha, he always felt that the life in Lingshan was too depressing, not as exciting as the time when he was wreaking havoc in the Heavenly Palace, not to mention the excitement of slaying demons on the westward journey. Feeling the strange pressure at this moment, he stood up suddenly and looked towards the back mountain with his fiery eyes. A trace of vigilance flashed in his eyes: "Something is wrong, this breath... Is definitely not an ordinary evil." Before he finished speaking, Tathagata's lotus platform trembled slightly. He lowered his eyes and looked towards the back mountain. For the first time, his usually calm face showed solemnity: "Everyone, let me take a look." The Buddhas surrounded the Tathagata and walked out of the palace, followed closely by master and disciple Xuanzang. When they reached the cliff at the back of Lingshan Mountain, everyone was stunned - in front of the originally empty cliff, a black stone tablet 10 feet high was erected out of thin air. . . .
