"Young man, stop kneeling."
"Even if you kneel here for the rest of your life, you still won't see the person you want to see."
Sun Tian was suddenly startled, and a trace of astonishment flashed through his empty eyes: "Old man... You... What did you say?"
The old woodcutter raised his eyes and looked at the Ziyun Cliff on the top of Mount Emei. There was a trace of sadness in his eyes, a trace of anger, and a trace of unwillingness that spanned five hundred years. He slowly opened his mouth and said the words that made the world change color, made all Buddhas tremble, and made the young man's faith completely collapse:
"Because the fighting and victorious Buddha you worship is not Sun Wukong at all."
"The Monkey King who made you worship him as a god, seek advice from thousands of miles away, and kneel down to break his legs... Died on the westward journey five hundred years ago."
Boom——! ! !
