Xu Huo followed them from behind.
The few white monkeys had a specific route, and after a couple of rounds between the trees, they entered a huge cluster of flowers, covering their small buckets over their heads to pass through the ground, bouncing up a small slope.
Behind the slope was a wide, ten-meter river. The monkeys climbed up the short trees by the river, pulling down the vines wrapped around the trees and tied them to the buckets before throwing the buckets into the water. Soon, there were banging noises coming from beneath the water, and the monkeys immediately pulled up the vines. Two of the buckets actually trapped several black fish with two-finger-wide pointed mouths.
The little monkeys cheered, and the monkeys with fish threw them to their companions, who sat on the branches happily waving the black fish. Then they displayed their neat and sharp rows of white teeth and ate the fish, bones and all.
It was a meal with a sense of ritual.
