The Ancestral Court of the Buddhist Gate in the Eastern Lands
Green smoke curled upward, while verdant pines and cypresses filled the air with fragrance, and waves of Buddhist chants rang out.
"Monk, I ran into Guanyin in Suzhou-Hangzhou. My master also descended to the Mortal Realm."
On the ground, five or six meditation cushions had been pushed together. Sun Wukong lay sprawled across the pile.
"Suzhou-Hangzhou?"
"Jiangnan in the misty rain. It's quite a nice place to visit!"
Tang Sanzang, who had been seated cross-legged on the Lotus Platform, rose and stepped down. He stopped beneath the corridor eaves and looked toward the south.
"Little monk, you seem to be paying attention to the wrong thing~"
"I mean that something major is about to happen in Suzhou-Hangzhou. Aren't you going to join in the fun?"
"You're the Buddha Ancestor of the Eastern Lands' Buddhist Gate. Are you planning to sit back and watch?"
Sun Wukong sprang up from the cushions like a carp leaping over a dragon gate. A flash of Jinguang swept over his traveling robe, transforming it into golden armor.
"Wukong, the Emperor sent me a letter..."
Tang Sanzang suddenly froze. Shi Yu's voice had entered his spiritual consciousness.
"Huh?"
"What did Master say? Tell Old Sun quickly! Why didn't Master send Old Sun a voice transmission?"
Sun Wukong walked over. The golden armor reflected the hall's lamplight in a wavering glow as he scratched his head with a grin.
Tang Sanzang nodded slightly, pressed his palms together, and murmured, "Good! Good!"
"Maitreya Buddha is going to build a temple in Suzhou-Hangzhou!"
"The Emperor wants me to grant special approval!"
Tang Sanzang did not know why Maitreya Buddha wanted to establish a temple in Suzhou-Hangzhou, but since the Emperor had spoken, how could he refuse?
"Build a