"Xingzhe, tell me, once we've perfected our merit, what position among the Buddhas would you like?" Sitting atop a mountain peak, Tang Sanzang watched the bustling construction site below and idly asked Sun Xingzhe, who was chanting sutras beside him.
Sun Xingzhe sat cross-legged behind Tang Sanzang, clad in a kasaya, his expression compassionate. "Amitabha. With Buddha in the heart, what need is there for a Buddhist title? Master, you've become attached to appearances!"
Tang Sanzang looked back. All three disciples sat behind him, their faces full of compassion for the world and its suffering.
Ever since he had captured tens of thousands of beasts of burden from Lion Camel Ridge to build the Buddhism Holy Land, his three disciples had worked alongside them at the construction site whenever they had time. During breaks, they expounded on sutras and discussed the Dao with those uncivilized demons.
A year had passed like this. Under his three disciples' influence, the three Great Demon Cultivators he had brought along had willingly converted to Buddhism and become their mounts, while the tens of thousands of lesser demons had all joined Buddhism as well.
And in the hands of these tens of thousands of new Buddhist converts, an enormous Buddhism Holy Land was taking shape.
Thinking back on the three years since he had begun spreading the faith from the east, Tang Sanzang felt somewhat wistful about the journey.
The day this Buddhism Holy Land was truly completed would be the day their merit reached perfection.
At this thought, Tang Sanzang looked at his three disciples and chuckled, then said leisurely, "If there really were no positions among the Buddhas for you, would the forces behind you agree to that?"
All three disciples shuddered, a flicker of panic crossing their eyes. Then they lowered their