India was the stronghold of Buddhism. It was almost entirely inhabited by monks, with few other cultivators.
After the demons of Flower Fruit Mountain crossed realms and occupied the lofty mountain known as Lion King Mountain, the Buddhist monks in the mortal world were alarmed. Monks within hundreds of miles of Lion King Mountain received the news and hurried there.
Most wore red or yellow robes, went barefoot, and had shaved heads. They usually traveled alone, or in groups of two or three, and in the eyes of ordinary people always seemed scholarly, frail, and mild-tempered. Now, however, they rushed about with vigorous strides, gathering near Lion King Mountain into streams of red and yellow. Fury filled every face, and their eyes were wide, as though they wanted to devour someone.
People avoided them one after another, frowning in confusion. No one knew who had provoked so many self-cultivating Mages into such a rage.
Flower Fruit Mountain also hurriedly prepared to meet the enemy.
The demons of Flower Fruit Mountain had just suffered a crushing defeat at the hands of the Heavenly River Navy and taken heavy losses. After less than a day of recuperation, they hastily reorganized their battle formations and stood ready on all four sides of Lion Mountain!
The monks who came far exceeded their expectations. Looking down, one could see only a mottled expanse of red and yellow, as if a deity had coated the earth in ancient colors with dye.
An Yang accompanied Sun Wukong and two Demon Kings who still retained their fighting strength to the western foot of Lion Mountain, where the monks had gathered in greatest numbers. He was stunned by the boundless colors, but after recovering, he became somewhat astonished.
In such a short time, Buddhism could not possibly have gathered