Bodhi Descends to the World, Swearing to Get Justice for Wukong!

“Master, I died so horribly!”

A heart-rending cry shattered the silence of Mount Fangcun on the Terrace of the Mind!

Patriarch Bodhi sat deep inside the Cave of the Slanting Moon and Three Stars. His once-black hair had turned white as snow, and he had sat motionless for a hundred years without rising.

His eyes were closed, and he did not move a muscle, like a stone statue.

That is, until the cry reached his ears!

He snapped his eyes open and looked toward the ghostly figure kneeling at the cave entrance: a soul on the verge of fading away, translucent and incomplete, like a guttering candle in the wind.

It was a monkey.

More precisely, it was the soul of a monkey.

His whole body was charred black, as if some force had blown him apart from within.

His face was too blurred to make out, but he still clutched the broken phantom of a Golden Cudgel in his hand, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw.

“Master, on my journey west, I was killed by that Six-Eared Macaque… He smashed my body with a single blow, then used demonic magic to trap my soul and keep me from being reborn… After untold hardship, I managed to escape the Eighteen Levels of Hell with a wisp of my soul and come here to see you one last time…”