Fairy Chang'e had just taken the Jade Rabbit Spirit back to Guanghan Palace, while the King who found his daughter was very grateful to Duanmu Huai and Sun Wukong. Of course, Duanmu Huai didn't care about that; he just wanted to have the travel documents approved to let them pass through. Although the King had repeatedly asked them to stay, Duanmu Huai still continued on his journey.
On their way, they saw towering structures in the distance, with many layers of outstanding pavilions rising hundreds of feet and piercing the sky. Surrounded by auspicious multicolored light and a myriad of auspicious clouds, this was indeed Lingjiu Peak, the sacred land of the Buddha. Below lay a river of living water with rolling waves, about eight or nine miles in width, with no one in sight. Not far away stood a wooden bridge, called Cloud Crossing, upon which stood Duanmu Huai stopping and dismounting his horse, turning to look at Sun Wukong.
"Great Saint."
"Master, you this...,"
