"What's all this civilized-and-barbaric crap got to do with me? I just don't like the look of you!"
The Mind Monkey sprang from the ground, swinging its iron staff as it charged into the sky!
In an instant, the long staff swept aside the shrouding clouds, and the ape's cry shook loose the vault of heaven, revealing a monk clad in a golden kasaya.
The monk looked young, like an ordinary temple's Young Novice Monk, yet his bearing was solemn and majestic. Clouds and stars wheeled endlessly in his eyes, betraying an ancient air. He sat deep in the firmament, suppressing the thoughts of all four quarters. The thoughts of the living coiled around him, as though the entire Western Regions lay beneath him!
"What a fine demon monk!"
The Mind Monkey raked a claw at him!
The monk sighed and pressed his palms together. The hundred and eight Prayer Beads around his wrist shone with a hundred and eight rays of light, forming a hundred and eight figures. Each revealed a different vision of life, all seeking to drag the Mind Monkey inside!
The monkey sneered. Savagery rose from its heart and wicked thoughts sprang up beside its courage. How could it fall into another's state of mind?
For a time, roars rang without end. Within the clouds, lightning tangled with light and shadow, Divine Abilities collided, and Spellcraft clashed!
Everyone in the city was horrified. Then a thought enveloped their bodies and minds, drawing them toward the ruins.
Zhu Ganglie was in no hurry to attack. He leaped from the ruined courtyard onto the street and narrowed his eyes at the people converging from every direction.
"Strange. Those bald thieves never lift a finger unless there's something in it for them. Why build some damned ancient kingdom here