There was unprecedented excitement outside Shuiliandong. The huge stone table is filled with delicacies, and in the center is a hill of the largest and reddest peaches.
Wukong squatted on the stone chair and gnawed on the juicy peach. Bajie held the sea bowl and ate happily. Sha Monk sat up straight, sipping the fruit wine with a soft expression on his face. Dozens of little monkeys were playing and chasing each other. The one-eyed old monkey sat at Wukong's feet, squinting contentedly. The few surviving little monkeys have grown strong and are helping to carry the wine. After Wukong finished eating the peach, the peach core accurately bounced into the wooden barrel ten feet away, and he jumped off the chair to stretch.
He touched the needle in his ear, which was warm.
Behind him, Bajie was chasing the little monkey who stole the wine bowl, yelling. Sha Monk steadily brought in the new wine, opened the mud seal, and the aroma overflowed.
The evening breeze blows by, bringing with it the sweet aroma of ripe peaches, the fragrance of earth, the warmth of cooking smoke, and... The smell of home.
Goku took a deep breath and smiled. In that smile, there was no hostility or anger, only pure and peaceful joy.
Monkey King?
Yes, that's my name. I chose the name myself. It has not been stolen, it is here, in every gust of wind in Huaguo Mountain, in every call of "idiot" and "Wu Jing", deep in this peaceful peach forest.
Fighting against the Buddha?
Whoever likes it should go.
He turned around and walked back to the warm noise and lights. Bajie handed over a full bowl of wine, and Sha Monk silently touched the rim of his bowl.
Bite.
A soft sound, mixed with the sound of waterfalls, laughter, and evening breeze, was insignificant and yet as heavy as a thousand stones.
He is Sun Wukong.
He is the Monkey King. He went home.
