"No way, Brother Monkey, they all said it was for the Buddha Lord!"
Zhu Bajie said with some curiosity.
Sand Monk also said with some curiosity, "It indeed seems unlikely, but this is really strange. How could so much oil possibly be burned in three days?"
The old abbot said, "In each vat here there are forty-nine large lamp wick structures, all made of lamp wick twisted into bunches, wrapped in silk floss, thick as a chicken egg, only lit tonight. We saw the Buddha Lord reveal himself, and by tomorrow night the oil will be gone, and the lamps will dim."
Zhu Bajie said with a chuckle, "It really could be that the Buddha Lord took even the lamp oil away."
The old abbot nodded and said, "That's exactly the idea. For ages, all families in the city have told this same story. If the oil runs out, it means the Buddha Ancestor has taken the lamp, and the harvest will naturally be abundant."