My old grandson has been under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years.
The somersault cloud cannot turn over, the seventy-two transformations become different, and the sharp eyes see everyone as a double image. Monkey King? Qitian is still almost the same.
That day a monk came and said he would save me.
I was about to be moved when a voice I had not heard for five hundred years suddenly sounded in my ears - Patriarch Bodhi:
"Wukong, my master will send you a system. Want to restore your cultivation? Yes."
"The first task: let this monk eat meat once in three days."
I glanced at the monk with a compassionate face.
I looked at the system tasks again.
... Master, are you serious?
