Yin Mountain.
This was King Dizang's seat in the Netherworld.
Following Dizang here, Sun Wukong surveyed his surroundings. Cold winds howled all around, without a single flower, blade of grass, or lake in sight. It was even more sinister than the Ninth Layer of Hell. He could not help rubbing his shoulders as he asked King Dizang before him, "Bodhisattva, what did you bring Old Sun here for?"
"Praise be to Namo Bodhisattva King Dizang! Welcome back, Bodhisattva!" The Bhikkhus guarding the Buddhist palace saluted Dizang and called out.
"Mm." Dizang nodded to them, then told Sun Wukong, "Wukong, follow me inside."
"Oh." The monkey answered and followed him into the Buddhist palace.
Inside the palace, Dizang sat cross-legged on a golden lotus, while Sun Wukong plopped down on a meditation cushion opposite him with little regard for appearances. He looked up at Dizang, waiting for him to continue.
The monkey ordinarily showed little courtesy to others, but he knew gratitude. He felt that Dizang had saved him; otherwise, the King of Yama would already have cast him into the Eighteen Levels of Hell, never to be reborn. Thus, he was willing to show Dizang some respect and listen to him to a certain extent. He would see what Dizang had to say.
"Humm!" Dizang waved a hand, scattering Buddhist light over him. The wounds on his head and body healed, and the bleeding stopped.
Feeling that his body no longer hurt, the monkey blinked, then hastily sat up straight and pressed his palms together. "Thank you for healing Old Sun, Bodhisattva."
At long last, Old Sun has finally met someone good in the Underworld!
"Wukong, the Underworld is not Flower-Fruit Mountain. There are many rules here that you must obey. You cannot act recklessly. Otherwise, next time, even this