On the Journey to the West, I Hit Lingshan Mountain and Re-Walked the Path to Learn the Scriptures

Sun Wukong is dead. He died under the Bodhi tree at the foot of Lingshan Mountain. Just because I, the Buddha, the World-Honored One, asked this monkey to go to Mount Emei to practice practice after he became a Buddha, he was not happy. He raised a stick to hit the Buddha and overturned the Great Thunder Sound Temple. Three thousand Bodhisattvas were injured, and tens of thousands of Arhats were reincarnated. Before the great success of Buddhist scriptures could bloom, it became a dead place. Tathagata's six-foot-long golden body was mostly broken into pieces, and his big hands held Sun Wukong tightly. The old monk begged for mercy and was willing to exchange his life for his life. The monkey king finally left under the tree. The pig demon cried hoarsely, Sha Monk clenched his fists, and Bailong knelt for a long time unable to get up. The old monk looked at the injured disciple, clasped his hands together with trembling hands, closed his eyes, and shed two lines of tears: "The way of heaven is above. I am willing to use my own life to cultivate myself. I pray that the way of heaven will allow me, a miserable disciple, to live another life..." … When those golden eyes opened again, everything returned to the front of Guanyin Temple. (The introduction is too weak, please read it and move on to the text.)