Su Xuan traveled through the West with a door that could see cause and effect. At the foot of the Five Elements Mountain, Sun Wukong was suppressed for five hundred years - he stretched out his hand and tore off the Tathagata's spell. The door opens. The cassock of the victorious Buddha was shattered into ashes, and he was covered with battle armor. The golden cudgel was broken into two pieces, and then welded together into Fentian in the evil spirit. The body of the stick was pitch black, with dark golden flames burning at both ends.
"My life - belongs to you."
But Su Xuan didn't take him away. He asked the monkey to stay and wait for a monk named Tang Seng.
From that day on, there was one less pilgrim and one more chess player on the westbound journey. Buddhism says that all sentient beings are saved, but what they see is a system; Heaven says that the laws of heaven are hard to violate, but what they see is survival through cracks. Every puppet written in the script reopened his eyes in his door.
On the day when the pilgrimage path came to an end, the Tathagata was sitting in the Mahavira Hall, waiting to confer enlightenment to them. The golden cudgel hit the ground. "Then I don't want it. From today on, I will be called Qitian Daozu. I sealed it myself." Su Xuan put down the tea cup: "Tathagata. Their attainments are chosen by themselves. This is the most authentic scripture."
