The Diary of a Heavenly Retirement Career Who Fights and Defeats the Buddha

Sun Wukong was currently lying on the only stone bed in the palace, with his legs crossed and his toes ticking and counting the ants on the ceiling. "Three hundred and twenty-one... Three hundred and twenty-two... No, this one was just counted." He muttered and turned over. The golden hoop was placed beside the bed, and a layer of green hair had grown on the stick. Yes, Green Hair. This magical iron that turned the world upside down in the past is now used as a clothes pole. The cassock washed yesterday was still on top, dripping with water.