What Did the Great Sage Equal to Heaven's Messy Accounts Have to Do with the Victorious Fighting Buddha?

At the foot of Spirit Mountain stood Pure Heart Temple.

The sun was just right. A few bodhi trees cast broad patches of shade, and the temple gates stood half closed, exuding a lazy air.

Two Auspicious Clouds descended without a sound.

They had barely touched the ground, and Chen Wei had yet to cup his hands in greeting, when a head with a thunder-god mouth suddenly poked out beside the courtyard wall.

"Oh! You two again." Sun Wukong lifted his eyelids, his face full of suspicion. "Out with it. What thorny errand have you run into this time?"

"Nothing escapes you, Great Sage, but today this humble official has come with good news!" Chen Wei kept a straight face as he approached with a cheerful smile.

Yang Chan, by contrast, stood beside him looking thoroughly bashful.

Earlier, when she had plundered her own elder brother's belongings at Guanjiangkou, she had been fierce as a wolf or tiger and utterly self-righteous. Yet now, at Pure Heart Temple, the dignified Third Holy Mother grew coy at the sight of Sun Wukong, like a newlywed bride who had only just entered her husband's home.

There was no other reason.

It was entirely because the Great Sage's mouth was far too unruly.

Every time they met, Sun Wukong would demand to know when she would have a baby so she could send it to Flower-Fruit Mountain to learn his arts. It left Yang Chan so embarrassed that, fearing the monkey would bring it up again and tease her to her face, she hardly dared join the conversation.

Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes rolled as he studied Chen Wei suspiciously.

A man who offered favors for no reason was either a schemer or a thief.

Old Sun had long since learned every twist and