At the foot of the mountain, it became clear that they couldn't keep Tang Sanzang any longer.
A Buddhist chant resounded.
"Amitabha, fellow Daoist, why the rush to leave?" Guanyin Bodhisattva descended from the heavens, her feet stepping on auspicious clouds.
Tang Sanzang looked at Guanyin Bodhisattva and said, "There are neither brothels nor meat to eat here, why would I stay if I don't leave?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva took out a feather and said, "Fellow Dao... hey, why are you snatching things?!"
Before Guanyin Bodhisattva could finish speaking, the feather in her hand had already been grabbed by the bald monk, who looked at the feather and frowned, "How did you come by this thing?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva said, "The owner of this feather wants you to stay on Mount Ling."
Tang Sanzang said, "I know."
Guanyin Bodhisattva was taken aback, "You know?"
Tang Sanzang pointed to a line of words on the back of the feather and said, "Isn't it written here? I'm not blind."
