The moment Zhu Bajie entered the guest room, he flopped onto the bed, stretched lazily, and said, "Oof... I'm exhausted! We climbed mountains and crossed rivers today, and even watched the Daoist priest refine pills. I, Old Pig, am practically falling apart. I need a good sleep."
Sun Wukong, however, had no desire to sleep. He walked to the window, pushed it open, and gazed into the night. The darkness deepened as a bright moon hung in the sky, its silver light flowing like water over the courtyard, the stone table, and the stone stools, as though they were coated in a thin layer of frost. The sounds of wind and birds in the mountains gradually faded, leaving Qingxu Temple exceptionally tranquil.
"Brother Monkey, why aren't you asleep yet?" Chu Yang asked as he walked over to Sun Wukong.
Sun Wukong turned and grinned. "I, Old Sun, am not sleepy. I want to cultivate the Heart Calming Incantation a little longer and see whether I can settle my mind faster. Brother Chu Yang, aren't you sleepy either? Want to cultivate together?"
Chu Yang smiled. "Sure. I also want to practice the Wind Control Technique a little longer and master it as soon as possible."
The two went into the courtyard and found a quiet stone bench to sit on. Sun Wukong closed his eyes and silently recited the Heart Calming Incantation, settling his thoughts, clearing away distractions, and focusing on his cultivation. Chu Yang also closed his eyes, drew upon the spiritual energy within him, silently recited the Wind Control Incantation, and attempted to ride the wind. Moonlight fell over them, coating them in a faint silver glow that blended into the serene night.
Tang Monk sat in the guest room, meditating with his eyes closed as he softly recited