In short, the grand plan of spreading Buddhism eastward through Journey to the West was ruined.
Of course it was. Even the Mahayana Tripitaka Buddhist True Scripture had vanished without a trace. Were all those bald monks of Spirit Mountain supposed to rewrite it from scratch?
The key was that there were too many scriptures. Who could remember them all? Remembering even one volume would have been impressive.
Journey to the West was simply dropped, but Tathagata was miserable. The Heavenly Dao was furious and struck him with lightning every day.
Tathagata was already in despair. As the undisputed boss of Western Paradise, he had lost every shred of dignity.
At last, one day, he could take it no longer. He waved his hand and charged into the lightning, wanting to uncover the truth, wanting to die knowing why, wanting to ask the Heavenly Dao exactly what he had done wrong.
"Damn it, don't you know what kind of scripture you spread? Huh?" Even the emotionless Heavenly Dao was enraged, which said it all.
"Wasn't it the Mahayana Tripitaka Buddhist True Scripture?" Tathagata looked utterly confused. "Could I have spread the wrong one? Impossible!"
"Come, come, take a look. Take a damn good look." With a smack, a scripture slammed into Tathagata's big pineapple-shaped head.
Tathagata picked up the scripture and examined it, but when he opened it...
Seeing such a thing for the first time, Tathagata was instantly drawn in by its contents.
"Holy shit... it could actually be like this."
Seeing Tathagata's eyes gleam, the Heavenly Dao became even more furious.
It called Tathagata many times, but he ignored it completely. "Get lost. Don't disturb this Buddha while I read."
"Hiss..."
The Heavenly Dao gritted its teeth and glared at Tathagata, then waved a hand and cast him