'Xu Bodhi's' Fate

This Slanting Moon, Three Stars Cave...

Standing before the doors of the Back Hall, Li Changshou swept his gaze across the Daoist temple, a trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

With a flutter of his sleeve, vines sprang up throughout the temple. It was as though wind and sand had swept through, burying the place beneath layers of earth and giving it a weathered, eroded air.

He summoned the twenty-seven disciples before the hall and told them they were moving.

The disciples were naturally somewhat confused, but Li Changshou said that he had divined that Wukong would soon cause an earth-shattering calamity. Thus, he had ruthlessly sent Wukong away, and they would relocate as well.

Quite a few disciples said that abandoning their junior brother like this seemed to betray righteousness and go against their teacher's teachings.

Li Changshou pulled a stern face and said nothing. The disciples did not dare speak further.

Then Li Changshou used the Heaven and Earth in the Sleeve Method, tucked the twenty-seven disciples into his sleeve, and rode a cloud from here toward the Western Sea.

In truth, all of this was an act for Heavenly Dao to see.

The disciples' doubts had also been within his expectations.

Their usually gentle teacher had suddenly become forceful. Rather than protect and admonish Wukong, he had simply left without a word... That contradiction and sense of discord were also an act for Heavenly Dao to see.

There was no other reason. 'Xu Bodhi' was precisely the sort who would do this.

The difference was that Li Changshou had no designs on the monkey and had never thought of gaining any benefit by using him.

"Alas."

Upon the clouds, 'Xu Bodhi' sighed, and a somewhat relieved smile appeared on his aged face.

These past few hundred years