On the coast of the East China Sea, on the top of the Flower and Fruit Mountain.
Next to a five-color Ganoderma lucidum, a golden-haired monkey reclines. His eyes were half-closed, with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. His right hand was resting on his knee casually, while his left hand was twisting a fairy peach. The peach was crystal clear and exuded a fragrant aroma that ripens once every three thousand years...
