Wu Feng spoke with a smile in his voice.
Sun Wukong seemed to suddenly understand, but stood rooted to the spot for a long while.
When he looked up at Tang Sanzang, he saw that Tang Sanzang had already swept up to the fourth floor.
Some dust drifted down, stinging the nose a little. Watching Tang Sanzang sweep the pagoda, Sun Wukong saw the utmost piety in his expression.
For the Buddha in his heart, he had never harbored the slightest suspicion.
Sweeping the pagoda was extremely physically demanding for an ordinary mortal. Tang Sanzang was already panting heavily and constantly wiping sweat from his brow, yet he continued sweeping with complete seriousness.
Sun Wukong took three steps in the time it took another to take two and quickly came to Tang Sanzang's side. With a smile in his eyes, he said, "Master, this pagoda has seven floors, and each flight of stairs has thirty or forty steps. Why don't you cast a spell and let the broom sweep the entire pagoda clean by itself?"
Tang Sanzang turned around, looking somewhat angry, and said, "Absolutely not!"
"Since we came to sweep the pagoda, it is to prove our sincerity toward the Buddha Ancestor. If we use magic to sweep it, then what meaning would that have?"
Sun Wukong pursed his lips and said boredly, "Fine, then we'll just sweep it slowly."
Thus, the two of them followed the stairs, sweeping one step at a time. Tang Sanzang remained as serious as ever, while Sun Wukong initially retained his lazy posture, looking just like someone slacking off at work.
Tang Sanzang did not say anything to him. He merely lowered his head and continued sweeping on his own.
The inside of the pagoda was exceptionally quiet, with no one coming to