But Sun Wukong did not give up.
Although training under Jiu Feng was painful, and he was beaten black and blue every day, how could that compare to the suffering beneath Five Finger Mountain?
This was only pain to the flesh.
Beneath Five Finger Mountain, it had been pain in his heart!
Though Sun Wukong grumbled aloud that his senior brothers were not very honorable, he honestly continued training with Jiu Feng. Even Jiu Feng clicked her tongue in amazement when she saw it.
"Not bad, not bad!"
"This is what a disciple of our... our Mount Fangcun should be like!"
In her emotion.
Jiu Feng had nearly let the truth slip!
After such training, Sun Wukong's magical power grew rapidly. Or, by his own understanding, his strength was steadily recovering...
Another five or six years passed like this.
At last, the day came when Patriarch Bodhi gave a sermon.
That day, Wu Tian took on Patriarch Bodhi's appearance and sat upright upon the high platform, expounding the Great Dao. At once, an endless spectacle arose: flowers rained down from the heavens, while golden lotuses sprang from the earth.
Whether it was the Three Sects or the Hundred Schools of Thought.
Wu Tian spoke of them with effortless ease. His whisk swayed lightly, scattering countless streams of light; his voice was slow and measured, yet it boomed like thunder shaking the nine heavens...
Boundless Daoist Charm filled the air.
As Sun Wukong listened to every word from his master, it felt as though something within him had awakened. His comprehension had always been extraordinary, and having returned through reincarnation, his insights deepened all the more after hearing this sermon.
At first, he restrained himself.
But once his realization deepened, he finally could not hold back... Just as in the original