Spiritual Terrace, Square Inch Mountain, Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave.
Immortal aura swirled all around, and boundless purple qi emerged in the east with the rising sun. Hundreds of disciples practiced the Dao, mastering all kinds of longevity arts and transformations. Sun Wukong was utterly astonished.
"In the blink of an eye, ten years have already passed!"
"When will Old Sun finally learn the Dao and put all this strength of mine to use?"
Sun Wukong carried water as he watched his senior brothers with envy.
Ever since he had become a disciple of Patriarch Bodhi, he had been little more than a servant. Whether chopping down trees and splitting firewood, fetching water from a spirit spring tens of thousands of miles away, or taking care of all kinds of odd jobs, he had never felt angry or resentful.
He was as calm as an ancient Buddha in meditation, as still as an old tree with deep roots. His Dao heart was tranquil, and the Dao came naturally.
"Junior Brother Sun, the Patriarch wants you to come to the main hall!"
Just then,
a young attendant in a green Daoist robe called out to Sun Wukong.
At these words, Sun Wukong scratched his ears and cheeks, excitement spilling over. He hurriedly asked one of his senior brothers to carry the water back for him, then followed the attendant toward the main hall.
As he stepped across the bluestone slabs and looked at the ancient, unadorned hall, Sun Wukong was overcome with emotion.
The scene of Patriarch Bodhi giving him his name and accepting him as a disciple was still vivid in his mind, as though it had happened only yesterday.
"Your disciple Wukong pays his respects to the Patriarch!"
Sun Wukong knelt in the hall, his eyes gleaming with a