Departure: Where Did This Demon Monkey Come From? How Could This Monk Save You? Hesitation

Tang Sanzang spent the night at Liu Boqin's home.

Liu Boqin's home consisted of several wooden houses at the foot of the mountain. They were not large, but they were kept tidy.

Liu Boqin's wife was a hardworking farm woman. When she saw her husband bring home a monk, she hurriedly boiled water and prepared a meal.

The food was simple: a basin of coarse rice, a bowl of wild vegetable soup, and some pickled vegetables.

After eating, Tang Sanzang sat inside and noticed a memorial tablet enshrined in the corner of the main room.

He asked Liu Boqin, "Benefactor, is that your late father's memorial tablet?"

Liu Boqin nodded and sighed. "My father passed away three years ago, but I have never been able to save his soul. I heard that monks can recite scriptures to save Lost Souls. I wonder whether Master could recite a few scriptures for my father?"

Tang Sanzang said, "This monk happens to know salvation scriptures. Benefactor saved my life, so of course I am willing to do this small favor."

Liu Boqin was overjoyed and quickly set up an incense table.

Tang Sanzang washed his hands, donned his kasaya, sat before the memorial tablet, and began reciting the Dead Souls Salvation Sutra.

The scripture was ancient and solemn, each word ringing clearly in the ears.

After chanting for two hours, Tang Sanzang also prayed for Liu Boqin's mother, wishing the old woman health and longevity.

Liu Boqin's mother was elderly and had trouble walking. She sat on the bed and listened to Tang Sanzang recite the scriptures.

When he finished, the old woman took Tang Sanzang's hand, her eyes slightly red. "Master is a good man. The Bodhisattva will bless you."

Tang Sanzang pressed his palms together. "Amitabha. You are too kind, Benefactor."