The setting sun was like blood, staining the layers of clouds over the Huaguo Mountain red. Sun Wukong sat cross-legged on the stone platform in front of the Water Curtain Cave, his eyes slightly closed, and his golden hair was gently blowing in the evening breeze. It has been more than three hundred years since he returned from Buddhist scriptures and became a Buddha and a saint. In the past, the Monkey King, who once made trouble in the heavenly palace and fought in all directions, now spends more time sitting quietly and meditating in the place where he was born.
