Chapter 342: No loud noises on White Cloud Mountain
Where was the Monkey the Sage had spoken of now?
He was where he had been born, deep in White Cloud Mountain in River Province, now one of the Restricted Zones.
Old Master Mo had obtained two sets of staff technique materials for Monkey, both videos. During their earlier martial arts training, he had already taught Monkey some of the essentials.
Deep in the wilderness, among flowing springs, a large monkey whose fur had turned golden lay beside a small waterfall, his legs crossed and his hands behind his head. His clear eyes watched the white clouds drifting overhead.
Mountain breezes stirred the leaves and gently ruffled his golden fur. Fresh air and floral fragrance mingled with birdsong, painting a tranquil scene.
The Monkey King's mind was filled with the wild frenzy of a staff wielded without restraint, or the grandeur of sweeping blows that shattered mountains and downward strikes that split rivers. Countless staff shadows seemed to flicker in the depths of his eyes.
Alongside them, countless pieces of knowledge about magic script interwove, as though seeking some point of compatibility.
Nature's tranquility and the shifting thoughts in his mind seemed to form a peculiar harmony, allowing the monkey and nature to reflect one another in both reality and thought.
Unfortunately, tourists could no longer witness this sight.
Several hundred macaques of all sizes lingered nearby. Some sat, some lay down, some perched in trees, and others simply played in the mountain streams.
Even more monkeys gathered farther out. All the monkeys on White Cloud Mountain had come to regard this place as sacred. They all knew their king was here.
Every day, monkey troops gathered an abundance of fruit from all over the mountain and brought it here.
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