Five Finger Mountain.
The mountain was made up of five peaks.
Its highest point stood over 8,600 meters tall.
And at the very foot of the mountain.
By the edge of the cliff.
After finishing today's teeth-grinding snack—Copper Pills—to fill his stomach a little,
and drinking a cup of high-temperature delicacy—Iron Juice—to warm his belly,
Sun Wukong first stretched his neck.
Then, looking at Lord of the Land before him with a mixture of distaste and anticipation, he asked:
"What year is it now?"
"When the hell is that scripture-fetching fellow coming??"
"And Guanyin—why hasn't she made a single move these past few years??"
Faced with that string of questions.
Lord of the Land, who served as the warden, jailer, head chef, and monkey-head feeder of Five Finger Mountain Detention Center, let out a faint sigh as well.
Looking troubled and baffled, he raised his head to the sky and replied, "It has been four hundred and ninety-nine years since Great Sage Sun was suppressed here. The agreed day of five hundred years is not far off. As for why Great Immortal Guanyin has left no trace these past few years, this lowly one knows nothing at all. After all, for an existence of that caliber, showing the head but never the tail is only normal..."
To be honest, as someone with an official post in the Heavenly Court.
Even if his rank was not particularly high and he only belonged to the miscellaneous ranks.
He was still, at the very least, a civil servant.
If possible.
He truly did not want to do this sort of menial work taking care of others...
Every day, he only wanted to mooch off some incense offerings...
But when he thought of how his bitter days would be over in just a few