Guanyin had not planned to show herself, but who could have expected Xuanzang to be so useless? He had clearly already begun cultivating, yet he still fell while climbing a mountain?
Rubbing his aching lower back, Xuanzang put on a sorrowful expression.
"You have seen me make a fool of myself, Bodhisattva. This humble monk is incompetent. It seems I will not be able to save this monkey today.
Alas, so be it. In the end, we were fated to meet but not fated to be together. I should just ride my donkey and leave!"
Seeing Xuanzang about to go lead away his donkey, Sun Wukong, still pinned beneath Five Fingers Mountain, hurriedly shouted:
"Master, don't go! I can't do without you!"
Guanyin's face darkened. By now, she had more or less figured out Xuanzang's temperament and true nature.
He probably thought climbing the mountain was dangerous and wanted to borrow the help of a Bodhisattva like her, but was too embarrassed to say it outright, so he resorted to this little act of playing hard to get.
"Wait, Xuanzang. The western journey is fraught with danger. Sun Wukong is your protector. Without his protection, there are far too many demons along the way. You may not make it to the West."
Xuanzang pointed at the mountain and said hesitantly, "But this mountain..."
The Bodhisattva closed her eyes and lightly waved a finger. In an instant, Xuanzang appeared atop the mountain, beside the seal left behind by Buddha.
After tearing off the sealing talisman, he looked at it. It had been left behind by Buddha, after all. Though he did not know how long its power would last, it was still a treasure, so he tucked it into his robes.
Then, after a short run-up, Xuanzang leaped down from the