"Elder."

On the rugged mountain paths of the Western Continent, Nezha said to Elder Jin Chan, "I don't think we should have come out to deliver the Elixir."

"Amitabha."

Elder Jin Chan reached the peak and looked down at the valley: "This humble monk has a feeling, that this journey will certainly provide me with the answer."

"The answer asked by the Buddha?"

Nezha followed behind him: "How could the two minds of Sun Wukong be outside?"

Elder Jin Chan shook his head; he did not know, but a feeling was guiding him this way.

"Going forward is definitely correct."

Elder Jin Chan said: "Why do I feel like this valley seems familiar?"

"We've been here many times already."

Nezha said: "We've been up and down this mountain five times; is your feeling accurate at all?"

Elder Jin Chan stopped walking: "You lead me away from this mountain first."

"..."

Nezha pulled Jin Chanzi and flew away from the highlands.

After flying for a while, they found a small human kingdom at the edge of a desert.

The two bought some baked buns at the roadside and were about to leave when suddenly a loud noise nearby caught their attention.

Turning around, they saw a group of people demolishing a temple, throwing the god statues to the ground.

"Isn't that the statue of the God of Literature?"

Nezha said, that temple was dedicated to the God of Literature, why would these people want to dismantle such a well-kept temple?

Nezha stepped forward to question: "Hey, why are you demolishing the temple!"

He had only just asked when a woman nearby hurriedly pulled him away.

"Whose child are you? Those are all noblemen, don't provoke them."

The woman kindly told him.

Nezha frowned: "Why are they dismantling the temple?"

"The God of Literature wants His Majesty to hold exams to select officials, and they are all angry about it." The woman patted Nezha's head: "Good child, go back home, don't concern yourself with this matter."

Nezha shook off the woman: "Elder..."

He wanted to reason with those humans alongside Elder Jin Chan, but when he turned around, Elder Jin Chan was nowhere to be seen.

"The elder is lost again."

Nezha had to give up on the God of Literature and set out to find Elder Jin Chan.

Following the elder's aura, Nezha searched all the way to the outskirts of the desert, outside a mountain village.

"Guanyin Village?" Nezha saw a large wooden token: "That's an interesting name."

"Kid, where are you from?" A villager returning home with a hoe saw Nezha and approached: "I'll send you back."

"Are you from this village?" Nezha asked: "Have you seen a monk passing through here?"

"No monks."

The villager laughed: "But we welcome monks here."

This Guanyin Village was established by a group of criminals banished from the small kingdom.

The king refused to accept them, so they built a village in the desert and survived by cultivating the land.

The villagers all worshipped Guanyin, believing that their ability to cultivate land in the desert was a blessing from Guanyin, and thus they named the village after her.

Upon hearing the villager's explanation, Nezha took a liking to them.

Back when he had sliced his flesh to return to his mother and extracted his bones to repay his father, and his soul fled to the Western Heaven, it was Guanyin who spoke favorably of him, prompting the Buddha to rebuild his body.

"Since it is Guanyin's blessing, I must be able to speak with the Bodhisattva here."

Thinking this, Nezha followed the villager back to the village.

Elder Jin Chan's aura was also in this village, and yet, strangely enough, no matter how Nezha searched, he could not find him, nor did he converse with the Bodhisattva.

The Guanyin statue in the village was filled with offerings but was ordinary.

Just as Nezha was about to leave, he found Elder Jin Chan, deep in thought, standing at the village entrance.

"Elder, why are you deliberately avoiding me?"

Nezha asked.

He noticed that Elder Jin Chan had a Monkey Image in his hand: "Isn't this the image of the Monkey King? Where did you get it?"

"Given by the villagers."

Elder Jin Chan sighed: "Their mortal eyes know not what is a treasure.

He turned and left the village, but after a few steps, he suddenly threw the Monkey Image into the sky.

Nezha looked up and saw the Monkey Image suddenly shining with golden light before it flew back to the villager's home.

"This is..."

Nezha was astonished: "Did the Monkey King bless it?"

Ordinary monkey statues did not possess such flying divine skills.

Could it be that the one protecting Guanyin Village was not Guanyin, but this Monkey Image?

"Elder?"

Nezha looked at Elder Jin Chan.

Elder Jin Chan let out a long sigh: "I had never noticed."

On reflection, perhaps ever since the Monkey Image had spoken, Sun Wukong had the ability to do such deeds.

He did good deeds with the Monkey Image, yet remained unrecognized.

Elder Jin Chan hadn't noticed, and it wasn't just him – none of the immortals in the Heavenly Palace had seen it either.

Wait, perhaps someone had noticed...

"The Buddha has known all along."

Jin Chanzi was clear in his heart.

The double-hearted mark, which had not been so clear before, was now distinct upon seeing the Monkey Image.

Upon that Monkey Image resided not only a heart of compassion.

Jin Chanzi looked up again, and saw a chariot flying through the sky.

"Is that the God of Literature?"

Nezha sensed the identity of the immortal in the chariot.

But that was a chariot from Huaguo Mountain.

"Amitabha."

Jin Chanzi took out another Monkey Image from his bosom and conveyed his thanks to it.

"Great King, Great King!"

In Shuilian Cave, Mei Hu roused Sun Wukong.

"What's wrong?"

Sun Wukong opened his eyes – why had Elder Jin Chan bothered himself about his monkey statue.

Now this was troublesome, was he going to talk about it?

If he did, those immortals would surely scold him for stealing their incense offerings.

"Great King!"

Mei Hu with a displeased face: "Did my song sound nice?"

"It sounded nice."

Sun Wukong nodded perfunctorily.

"You weren't even listening!"

With that, Mei Hu turned angrily and left.

Sun Wukong turned to Ao Luan, who was wiping her eyes, her face filled with emotion.

"What song did she sing just now?"

Sun Wukong asked.

Ao Luan glared at him: "Jian Jia!"

It was a love song, expressing the regret of pursuing and not obtaining the one you love.

That was the song Mei Hu wanted to compete with Fairy Chang'e with.

Ao Luan had especially invited her to sing it to Sun Wukong, hoping to see if the stone would become enlightened.

She never expected that Sun Wukong would fall asleep as he listened.

"Jian Jia, I remember it's a love song, right?"

Sun Wukong said.

He had occasionally seen Mei Hu holding a mirror and humming a song lately, so he was curious and asked Lady Rakshasa about it.

The song Lady Rakshasa mentioned was that one.

"Daji is getting better and better,"

Sun Wukong thought to himself.

Singing 'Jian Jia' to him, even he was unable to comprehend the depths of Mei Hu's realm.

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