Tang Sanzang sat serenely on his horse while Ye Chen led it. The two hadn't said a word along the way. Ye Chen had a few questions, but seeing Tang Sanzang meditating with his eyes closed, he hadn't felt comfortable asking.
"Ye Chen, let's pick up the pace. If we keep going this slowly, who knows how long it'll take us to reach Spirit Mountain." Just as Ye Chen was ambling along, leading the horse, Tang Sanzang suddenly spoke.
Ye Chen turned around and saw that Tang Sanzang had opened his eyes. He smiled at him. "Master, there's no need to rush. The Road to the West is long and arduous. Even if we hurry, there's no way we'll reach Spirit Mountain in just a few days."
"Not so." Tang Sanzang shook his head. "You must know that a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step. Besides, little by little adds up. If we walk just a step or two faster each day, perhaps we'll reach Spirit Mountain and obtain the true scriptures several months earlier."
"You're right, Master." Ye Chen nodded. He already knew that the first trial was about to happen, and that it would be caused by Tang Sanzang's eagerness to obtain the scriptures and his impatience to succeed.
Although he knew all this, Ye Chen still followed Tang Sanzang's instructions. He knew that he couldn't change the course of Journey to the West, nor could he spare Tang Sanzang from one or two trials.
If Ye Chen forcibly changed the course and spared Xuanzang a trial, the journey might be much easier for them, but who knew what complications might arise later?
Setting aside the possibility of even more difficult trials down the road, there was also the Bodhisattva secretly watching them. If