The sea is sparkling, white clouds are floating, and a fairy mountain is suspended in the clouds and mist.
The lotus flowers in a pond are uniquely red, and a carp is blowing bubbles happily in the pond.
Guanyin Bodhisattva, who has just finished dressing up, is meditating on the lotus throne.
Suddenly he opened his eyes, "Where is Muzha?"
"Master, Mu Zha is here." Mu Zha stepped forward and came to Guanyin Bodhisattva.
"Has Tang Xuanzang arrived at the Zen monastery?" The Bodhisattva had an ominous premonition.
Mu Zha replied, "I know that Master is concerned about this matter. I have already gone to see him in the clouds. Xuanzang has arrived at the Zen monastery. If we count the time, Sun Dasheng will be in trouble."
The Bodhisattva nodded, stretched out his hand to do some calculations, and couldn't help scolding, "The faint king Li Ke is really annoying..."
Pizza wanted to scold Li Ke, but he realized something was wrong, so he hurriedly recited "There is no worries in my heart, so I have no worries!"
Through the clouds and mist, you can see the palaces and pavilions below are well-proportioned, the corridors are stacked one after another, thousands of colorful clouds are scattered, and thousands of red mist cover them.
This is a Zen monastery that is rare in the world, but at this moment it is secretly a little bit weird.
When the colorful clouds dissipated, the red mist faded, and the crescent moon hung high, groups of people sneaked through the courtyards.
On the ridge of a higher roof, there are two figures quietly staring at everything below.
"My grandson felt something was wrong during dinner, and my eldest brother reminded me promptly.
What do you think we should do, brother?" Sun Wukong looked down with a wicked smile.
"Just do what the Great Sage wants in his heart. I'm here to help the Great Sage, just to vent his anger after being oppressed by Buddhism for five hundred years." Li Ke looked at Sun Wukong and saw an unknown fire in Sun Wukong's eyes. If this nameless fire is not released, it will definitely affect the great sage's Taoist heart.
"My old grandson wants to help the wind and borrow a fire shield..." Sun Wukong laughed and said, "This is called Guanyin Temple without practicing Zen, but loves to set fire to self-immolation. It is your own fault."