Subhuti had failed to impact Wukong's Dao heart and, fearing the Three Pure Ones, dared not make a move. With reluctance, he left and headed towards the Western Heavenly Mountain.
That day, Zhun Ti Taoist was discussing the profound meanings of the Tripitaka with Amitabha Buddha, their eloquence making the air bloom with lotuses, an aura of marvels unfolding around them. As the Dharma bodies of the Eight Divisions of Heavenly Dragons scattered flowers in the sky, golden carp leaped from the pond, a myriad of flowers sprang forth, and a spring breeze wafted by, creating an earthly paradise resplendent with birdsong and fragrant blossoms.
After a while, Zhun Ti Taoist suddenly laughed, "Brother Subhuti is coming."
Indeed, Subhuti arrived riding his Somersault Cloud, his countenance sullen and his brow furrowed.
Amitabha Buddha said with a smile, "Brother Subhuti, our fellow Zhun Ti Taoist had already predicted your return."
With an awkward smile, Subhuti appeared resigned.
