One day, as the monkeys drilled in the training grounds, the Handsome Monkey King, swept up in the fervor, leaped into the fray, brandishing a heavy ringed blade. Silver light flashed like meteors, drawing cheers from his troops.
Six or seven years passed in the blink of an eye. One day, as Patriarch Subodhi lectured from the altar, Sun Wukong listened with gleeful excitement, scratching his ears and cheeks. Noticing this, the patriarch demanded, “Why are you distracted?” Wukong replied, “Your teachings are so profound, Master, I couldn’t contain my joy. Forgive…
One day, the Handsome Monkey King reached the Western Ocean. Certain that immortals dwelled beyond the seas, he built a new raft and sailed westward, arriving at the West Aparagodaniya Continent (Xiniu Hezhou).