"Great Sage Sun, you don't need to worry about me."
The Nine-Headed Bird suddenly turned to Sun Wukong and said.
"Can you really do it?"
Doubt appeared in Sun Wukong's eyes as he looked at him.
The Nine-Headed Bird stopped sweeping and looked toward the top of the pagoda. Then he let out a long sigh and said, "I've dreamed of a place like this countless times."
"I think that one day, I'll become a Buddhist disciple."
As he spoke, tears streamed down the Nine-Headed Bird's face, and even Sun Wukong was somewhat moved.
He could not tell whether those tears came from sorrow or from the relief in his heart after letting go of everything.
He stopped speaking and lowered his head to continue sweeping the pagoda.
Sun Wukong could tell that he was already running out of strength. After all, he no longer had any True Qi, and his Demon Tendon had just been extracted.
His steps had also become unsteady, and he wiped away his sweat more and more frequently.
Sun Wukong circulated the True Qi within his body, preparing to help him. Just then, the Nine-Headed Bird suddenly looked at him and said, "There's really no need, Great Sage Sun. The abbot said this is to test my sincerity."
"If you help me finish sweeping this pagoda, it will be pointless."
A look of surprise appeared in Sun Wukong's eyes, so he reined in his True Qi.
The wait was long. The farther he swept, the slower he became. The abbot, Shi Xinming, also leaped up to the eighth floor and looked at the Nine-Headed Bird.
By then, the Nine-Headed Bird's clothes were soaked through, his face was flushed, and he was panting heavily.
Yet he still refused to stop sweeping the pagoda.
The abbot looked