Is this monk messing with me...
The way things had unfolded was rather strange.
It differed enormously from what Guanyin had once told him.
Naturally, Sun Wukong could not possibly place complete faith in Tang Sanzang's words.
Or rather, he basically did not believe them at all.
He only assumed the other party had borrowed a fake name to fool him.
However, looking at the strange fellow before him, driven by the thought that it was better to believe it existed than risk it not existing—and wanting to see what trick he was playing—Sun Wukong rolled his eyes and did not immediately deny his words.
Instead, he jerked his head toward the mountain peak.
"Hey, big monk, you saw that Buddha's Edict up there, didn't you?"
"Guanyin once told me that it is both my seal and something only the Scripture Seeker and Buddha can remove. Aside from them, even she, despite possessing the Bodhisattva Fruit Position, cannot take it down."
"In fact, it is precisely because of its effects that this Five Finger Mountain only has one Lord of the Land standing guard over it."
"After all, whether the others want to save me or harm me, they cannot get past that hurdle."
"So... as long as you remove that thing, I'll believe you're the Scripture Seeker. I'll acknowledge you as my master and help you go to Spiritual Mountain!"
As for Sun Wukong's words, Lord of the Land, who stood nearby as the guard, said nothing.
Because Sun Wukong was indeed telling the truth.
It was precisely because of the power of that Buddha's Edict that he was qualified to serve as its guard.
Otherwise, putting aside everything else—
Just the troop of monkeys from Sun Wukong's old home, Flower-Fruit Mountain, could make him flee at the mere