Tathagata was taken aback and said,
"So Monk, one must undergo the ninety-nine and eighty-one tribulations?"
"Eighty-one tribulations? Why the eighty-one tribulations? What kind of talk is this?"
"Just asking, just asking!"
Yibai, upon hearing there were not eighty-one tribulations, instantly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yibai, it's not that I wish to trouble you, but there are some things that if given to you in advance, they are rather unpropitious. Plant in spring, harvest in fall, everything is determined by fate."
Tathagata said with a smile.
"Plant in spring, harvest in fall."
Yibai vaguely seemed to comprehend.
"Go forth, go forth. If Yibai is willing, choose a time to make a trip to the Western Sky. Yibai should know that the law of fate is predestined,"
Tathagata waved his hand and said.
"Monk, I understand now."
What else could Yibai say? From Tathagata's mouth, he had already received his answer.