On the evening when Monk Tang wrote his derogatory letter, the old monkeys in Huaguoshan squatted on the sea-viewing stone and wiped their tears. Their king was sitting in front of the waterfall holding a golden cudgel. His blazing eyes had lost the anxiety of studying for scriptures, and instead had a brightness that they had never seen before.
Until the system prompt sounded in Sun Wukong's sea of consciousness: "It is detected that the host resists the established destiny, activate the [Monkey King Development System]." From then on, the chess game of Buddhism was shattered. The monkey who had been suppressed for five hundred years under the Wuzhi Mountain shook off the dust, and the golden cudgel poked the ground: "This is the way for Lao Shizi to learn the scriptures, and I will not leave! From today on, Huaguo Mountain is the sky!"
