Heaven-Pacifying Assembly.
A host of immortals and gods entered to clean up the mess. In no more than a moment, the battered ruins of the Heavenly Palace had been tidied spotless, fresh and neat, as good as new.
The gods took their seats and feasted on dragon liver and phoenix marrow, jade nectar and flat peaches. As they ate the banquet paid for by the Buddha, they sang his praises, extolling his boundless divine power in subduing demons and vanquishing devils.
Supreme Elder Lord arrived carrying a gourd full of yel... yellow golden pills. Each god received one immortal pill. It went crunch when bitten into, with a faint burnt taste.
It was hard on the teeth. Was this thing really an immortal pill?
Be glad there's something to eat. He's Venerable Lord of Morality—would he deceive us? Hurry up and eat it while it's hot!
The Buddha chewed the soybeans in his mouth, feeling deeply miserable. Looking again at the beaming Jade Emperor and Supreme Elder Lord across from him, he wished he could slap... he wished he could give that monkey another huge smack.
You'd already gone through the scriptures once—you veteran actor. How could you have learned nothing at all?
At this moment, the Buddha neglected to mention that he had personally deleted Sun Wukong's account and made him start over.
Human joy and sorrow were never shared. The Heaven-Pacifying Assembly was brimming with cheer, and the praises of the Buddha never ceased. The Buddha merely found them noisy. Having burned through so much money, his face was the very picture of a Buddhist monk's suffering.
It wasn't a big problem. Monks were supposed to wear that face.
Just as immortal music drifted through the Ninth Heaven, and everyone but the Buddha was having a wonderful time,