On my first day as a female monkey on Flower Fruit Mountain, I used my superior hearing to latch onto Sun Wukong's coattails. The old monkey, worried that his king would have no heir, haphazardly arranged a marriage for me, stuffing me into his bed to warm his bed. The monkey king chuckled, pinching my chin. "This little body isn't even enough to fill a tooth gap." Later, when he wreaked havoc in Heaven, tearing up the Book of Life and Death, he secretly hid my name inside his armor lining. After five hundred years of being imprisoned under the mountain, I developed the Six-Eared Divine Power. When I heard the footsteps of the pilgrims, I unexpectedly overheard another shocking secret. Buddha already knew that two monkeys would go to the Western Paradise. I tore off the pretense before Buddha. "Either both stay, or both..."
