Guang Hui's arrival didn't impact Sun Wukong much.
The old monk was eager to teach the Buddhist Law, and he would come to Shuilian Cave two days out of seven; unfortunately, Sun Wukong's mind was steadfast, not even Buddha himself could change it.
On the contrary, it was Sun Wukong who occasionally asked a few questions, leaving Guang Hui unable to respond, often spending all night tapping the wooden fish, deep in contemplation.
That day, Guang Hui left Shuilian Cave again with a puzzled face.
Sun Wukong watched his retreating figure, thinking that perhaps he should ask fewer questions in the future.
It wouldn't be good if that old monk died.
"Ao Luan, you need to get to work."
Sun Wukong reminded Ao Luan at his side, not understanding why she seemed even more antagonistic towards monks than him, eyeing Guang Hui fiercely every time she saw him.
"I'll go right now!"
Ao Luan huffed and strode out of Shuilian Cave,
