The Bodhisattva chuckled softly.
Then she spoke with utter calm:
"Wukong, do not become attached to appearances... Bodhisattvas and demons alike are but a single thought; at their root, all are emptiness!"
Sun Wukong chuckled upon hearing this. He had not been trying to trade riddles or recite Buddhist verses with the Bodhisattva. He was silently questioning why the murderers and arsonists were monks from Guanyin Temple, while the thief of the Brocade Cassock was the mountain guardian deity favored by her, the Bodhisattva...
Wasn't forcing together these eighty-one trials a little too deliberate?
If that was the case,
then how could this journey for scriptures be called sincere?
They were all your own affairs, staged and performed by yourselves... so why insist on dragging Old Sun into it, making me run around without a moment's peace? Was that interesting?
Seeing that the Bodhisattva had no intention of addressing the matter, Sun Wukong said nothing more after his chuckle. He merely swallowed the larger Immortal Pill from the tray, then leaped up and swiftly transformed into the pill's original appearance, landing back on the tray.
The Bodhisattva then carried the two Immortal Pills to attend the "Buddhist Robe Gathering"!
When the Bodhisattva met the Black Bear Spirit, she said with a light smile:
"This humble Daoist offers Immortal Pills to celebrate the Great King's birthday..."
As she spoke, she pushed the pill tray toward the Black Bear Spirit.
The Black Bear Spirit noticed that one pill was slightly larger. He moved that one into his own hand, then pushed the other toward the Bodhisattva and laughed heartily.
"Since they are Immortal Pills, I wish to take one together with Daoist Master!"
After a round of polite refusals,
the Black Bear Spirit pinched the pill and brought it toward his mouth.