Still, the king of the Wuji Kingdom had been fairly merciful. He had not killed the monk Wenshu had transformed into, but had his soldiers throw him into the river to soak for three days.
Those three days had made Wenshu hate the king, and he had sent his mount to push the king of the Wuji Kingdom into a well for three years.
This time, there were no complications. Sun Wukong rescued the king, and Wenshu took the lion away.
After this incident, the Tang Monk and his three disciples continued their Journey to the West as though they had performed some great deed of merit.
After traveling for another month or so, a breathtaking sight appeared before the four of them.
Not far ahead stood a vast city that towered into the clouds.
The boundless city stood majestic, its foundations alone hundreds of meters high, with immortal towers and palaces looming faintly within.
"Wukong, what city is that up ahead?"
Sun Wukong looked into the distance. "Master, we've never heard of or seen a city like this. This must be a great nation, or it couldn't have built such a magnificent city."
"Oink, oink. Brother Monkey, have you ever been here?"
Sun Wukong shook his head. "I've traveled all over the world, but I've never been here. There's a big city ahead. Let's go in and take a look!"
The four immediately headed straight toward the majestic city ahead.
As they drew closer, they discovered a stone stairway reaching toward the heavens, leading all the way to the distant city gates.
Once the master and his three disciples climbed the stone steps, pedestrians streamed back and forth behind them. Yet not a single person seemed surprised to see the four of them.
Sun Wukong was astonished. Whenever they