"Report——!" I knelt down and rushed into the cave. "Report to Director Black Bear that Tang Monk's... Footprints were found in Nanshan!"
The honey jar in the black bear spirit's hand fell to the ground with a bang: "Really, really?"
"False." I took out the roasted mushrooms in my arms, "But if you don't pay for the firewood, all the brothers will have to eat Tang Monk raw."
Suddenly there was a sound of breaking through the air outside the cave. I stuffed "Three Years of Tribulation and Five Years of Simulation" into the cover of "Monster Clan Safety Production Manual" at lightning speed - the inspector sent by the six-eared macaque was hanging upside down at the entrance of the cave.
"No. 108! How long did you patrol the mountain today..."
"I'm writing an 8,000-word ideological report!" I quickly unfolded my homemade GPS map, which was densely marked with strategic points such as "Best Napping Rock" and "Ant-Free Lawn".
The inspector's golden cudgel hit my desk with a bang: "You call this a mountain patrol record?"
"Monsters in the new era need to use technological means..." I pressed the play button, and the voice recorder came out passionately: "Hey! I opened this mountain - zzZZ..."
Suddenly the whole cave was shaken. The Earth God emerged from the soil: "No! Sun Wukong has kicked our mountain as a football!"
The black bear spirit performed a bear paralysis on the spot: "Quickly... Quickly start plan B..."
I silently held up the takeaway that had just arrived: "What about the fans first? Anyway, it will take two hundred years for the Buddhist scriptures team to get here..."
The sky is unconstrained,