As the two debated on the Tao, their tongues blossomed like lotuses, and wondrous sights unfolded around them—the clouds danced gracefully, and birds flew in perfect harmony as the air filled with a misty aura.
Soon, night had fallen.
Wukong said, "Let's stop here; this demon is active at night. If we continue our debate, we might disturb them."
Yuan Tiangang also stood up and said, "What the Taoist brother says is quite true. Let us stop here and resume our discussion on another day."
After a short wait, it was already midnight. Above the ancient tomb of Mount Li, not a single star could be seen, only the moon hanging high in the sky. But it was a 'fuzzy moon'—a moon whose light is dimmed by some peculiar force and can only emit a hazy glow.
"This place is heavy with yin energy!" Yuan Tiangang observed, looking up at the moon and calculating with his fingers.
