Chapter 2502: Sorrowful Tears Before the Buddha

After speaking, Sun Wukong jumped with both legs and swam toward the water surface. Subsequently, the nine-headed bird followed him up.

When they returned to the imperial palace, it was already night. A crescent moon hung high in the sky, and Buddha light had once again lit up on the Kongming Buddha Pagoda.

Sun Wukong directly ordered the guards to arrange a room for the nine-headed bird.

The next day, the weather was clear and cloudless.

The King of Jisaiguo handed the customs clearance document to Tang Seng; it was time to say goodbye and leave.

Sun Wukong led the nine-headed bird before the King. After some words, the King smiled and said, "I have already arranged everything. Elder Sun, just go to the Kongming Buddha Pagoda."

So Sun Wukong nodded, grabbed the nine-headed bird with one hand, and flew toward the location of the Kongming Buddha Pagoda.

When he landed on the square in front of the Kongming Buddha Pagoda with the nine-headed bird, he saw a group of monks already waiting outside the pagoda. Abbot Shi Xinming was standing at the very front, wearing a red, gold-embroidered kasaya.

"Greetings, Abbot."

Sun Wukong stepped forward, bowed slightly, performed a Buddhist salute with one hand, and said.

"Amitabha, greetings, Elder Sun. Is this the monster who stole the sarira?"

Shi Xinming looked at the nine-headed bird beside Sun Wukong and said with some surprise.

"Indeed."

Sun Wukong said very calmly.

"This monster is truly strange in appearance."

"I already know the matter that His Majesty the King entrusted to me. If this nine-headed bird wants to be the pagoda guardian, there are no other requirements; he only needs to sweep the pagoda all the way to the top to verify his sincerity."

A look of surprise appeared in Shi Xinming's eyes as he spoke.

"Sweeping the pagoda again?"

A slight look of surprise appeared in Sun Wukong's eyes, and he looked at the nine-headed bird beside him.

This nine-headed bird had just had his demon tendons extracted by him last night; he looked very weak at the moment, and he didn't know if he could actually sweep the pagoda.

After all, this Kongming Buddha Pagoda had nine levels, and each level had over a hundred steps.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, the nine-headed bird stepped forward, a smile appearing on his pale face, and said, "Thank you, Abbot. I will go sweep the pagoda now."

The Abbot stared fixedly at the nine-headed bird. He was an enlightened high monk and also a cultivator, so when he examined the nine-headed bird's eyes, he could see his true inner thoughts.

"Qinghui, bring a broom."

The Abbot looked behind him at a handsome young novice.

The novice immediately ran over, took a broom, and handed it to the nine-headed bird.

Sun Wukong looked up at the sky; it was already mid-morning, and he figured his master and the others must have already set off.

He should have turned and left, but he thought he might as well see the good deed through to the end. After all, the nine-headed bird looked so weak right now, it seemed difficult for him to sweep to the top of the pagoda.

The nine-headed bird held the broom and looked up at the plaque on the pagoda door, on which were written the bold, flowing characters: "Kongming Buddha Pagoda."

He stood there, stunned for a moment, and tears rolled down his eyes involuntarily.

This scene was seen by all the monks.

No one knew what the nine-headed bird was thinking in his heart at that moment.

Perhaps only the nine-headed bird himself knew.

This five thousand years of cultivation, five thousand years of pain, suddenly became relieved at the moment he stepped into the Buddhist gate.

So he passed through the group of monks and entered the empty, quiet pagoda.

Starting from the first level, he began to sweep the pagoda. He swept very earnestly; it seemed he wanted to sweep away every speck of dust. ===== CHAPTER 2504 =====