"Woodcutter brother! Woodcutter brother!!"
"Why couldn't I get in?!"
Watching the woodcutter walk farther and farther away, Monkey grew anxious and hurriedly shouted after him.
Whether the woodcutter had not heard him or was pretending not to, Monkey did not know.
The man ignored Monkey and headed straight up the mountain, soon vanishing from sight.
Monkey anxiously bounced about where he stood.
"What's going on? Why did he get in while I couldn't?"
"How strange!!"
Monkey wandered around, following the gate all the way around.
He wanted to find a way directly into the immortal mountain, but after making a full circuit, he had not found so much as a path. He tried climbing over the wall by force.
After a while.
He found himself dazedly back where he had started.
It was as though an invisible wall stood between him and the immortal mountain.
Monkey could only return to the gate in frustration, suppress his impatience, and wait for the woodcutter to come out.
At the entrance to this immortal sect.
People occasionally appeared, but when Monkey tried speaking to them, most had no desire to pay him any attention.
Some even spoke maliciously to him.
Monkey had traveled the East Sea Coast for many years and had grown accustomed to the wicked people and wicked deeds he had encountered over the Years. He did not care about their attitudes, merely smiling awkwardly and stepping aside.
After waiting half a day.
The woodcutter finally emerged. Monkey hurried over and said, "Old brother, I called to you just now. Why did you ignore me?"
"Huh? You called me just now? I didn't hear anything!"
The woodcutter glanced at him and quietly said, "The old immortals in the immortal mountain possess great Divine Abilities, but they are not willing to teach