"Is he about to impart the true Dao now?"
A thought flashed through Li Qingshan's mind as he walked toward Monkey.
A look of realization appeared on Monkey's face. He felt that the Patriarch's three knocks had shattered the confusion in his heart.
It was as though he had been enlightened by a divine revelation, thoroughly awakened.
In a daze, one wondrous method and divine ability after another surfaced in his mind.
"Great Celestial Immortal Art."
"Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiends Transformation."
"Nine Revolutions Mysterious Technique."
Countless divine abilities and methods he had never even dared imagine flickered in his heart with streams of Dao light.
What puzzled him was that he had never seen these methods before, yet they felt strangely familiar.
"You monkey, you spoke without restraint and offended the Patriarch! Just as expected of a furred beast with horns—you have no understanding of propriety at all!"
"You've only established the barest foundation in the Dao, yet your greed knows no bounds. You already want immortality?"
"You offended Master. You insolent monkey truly have no manners!"
The disciples of Square Inch Mountain all complained and rebuked Monkey, looking down on him with contempt and disgust.
Sun Wukong was not angered. He kept a smile on his face, but inwardly, he was thrilled and wished he could immediately return to his room to cultivate.
"It seems he imparted it directly?"
Li Qingshan was the only one who sensed some of Monkey's excitement and vaguely guessed what had happened.
"Of course. Mortal cultivation does not require spoken words or written texts. Important inheritances are conveyed from heart to heart, let alone for the Great Sage."
Li Qingshan came to an understanding.
As for the rebukes and curses from the Square Inch Mountain disciples, Li Qingshan could not be bothered