He recognized the place.
"Master." He quickly walked to Tang Monk's side and pointed at the faintly visible structure halfway up the distant mountain. "Look over there. That looks like a temple."
Tang Monk followed the direction of his finger and indeed saw the upturned eaves half-hidden in the clouds and mist.
"It does look like a temple." Tang Monk's eyes lit up. "I wonder which sect's sacred ground it is."
Sun Wukong leaped back from the front, shading his eyes with a hand as he looked in that direction.
"I, Old Sun, can see that temple isn't small. It takes up more than half the mountain. Looking at those glazed tiles and golden rooftops, it must be a wealthy, grand temple."
Tang Monk said, "Since we have encountered a Buddhist sacred site along the way, I should pay it a visit and exchange teachings with the monks there."
The moment Zhu Bajie heard it was a grand temple, he became interested as well.
"Grand temples are good! The vegetarian meals at a grand temple must be far more plentiful than those at a little one. Master, let's go!"
Tang Monk shot him a glare. "Wuneng, we are going to the temple to worship the Buddha and seek the Way, not to eat vegetarian meals."
Zhu Bajie shrank his neck. "I know, I know. Worshipping the Buddha and seeking the Way comes first; vegetarian meals come second."
Chu Yang said nothing, merely calculating silently to himself.
Guanyin Temple.
This was the temple.
Its abbot, Elder Jin Chi, was a two-hundred-and-seventy-year-old monk who had spent his life obsessed with collecting kasayas and had amassed several hundred of them.
In the original story, he had set his eyes on the Brocade Kasaya bestowed upon Tang Monk by Guanyin Bodhisattva. Overcome by greed,