The journey to the West was long and arduous.
After crossing mountain ranges, Tang Sanzang and his four disciples arrived before a towering mountain.
Immortal energy stretched far and wide, and boundless radiance shimmered.
"Master, there's a temple atop that mountain. Should we go pay our respects to Buddha?"
Zhu Bajie looked astonished as he pointed toward Tang Sanzang and spoke.
The temple stood about a hundred zhang tall, gleaming with the light of the Buddhist Path. Its sacred, supreme aura was visible even from dozens of miles away.
"Lesser Thunderclap Monastery!"
Tang Sanzang fixed his gaze on the plaque above the temple and spoke slowly.
A look of delight crossed his face, but secretly, he exchanged glances with Sun Wukong, Huanglong, and the others. Beneath the sacred spectacle, they had all sensed something strange.
There wasn't a soul for hundreds of miles around, yet a temple stood atop this mountain. It was clearly no ordinary place!
"Master, why don't we simply go around? That Lesser Thunderclap Monastery is probably an illusion created by demons. If we go in to pay our respects, we might walk right into a trap."
"Once we've passed the mountain, we can use our supernatural arts from hundreds of miles away and blow that Lesser Thunderclap Monastery to pieces."
Sha Heshang rolled his eyes and spoke to Tang Sanzang.
At his words, everyone turned to look at him.
"Junior Brother Sha has finally had a clever idea for once."
"As I see it, Old Pig, we should blast the place first and ask questions later. After all, this Lesser Thunderclap Monastery is a demon's lair. We'd be acting in accordance with Heaven's will, so it can hardly count as disrespecting Buddha."
"I'm sure Buddha will understand!"
Zhu Bajie brandished the Shang Bao Qin Jin Pa