The elderly monk with a face full of wrinkles set foot upon the land of Huaguo Mountain.
"Guang Hui elder, you've finally come."
A group of monks greeted him with a bow, saying, "If you had not come sooner, I'm afraid it would have been too late."
"Why?"
Elder Guang Hui asked, "Does the Monkey King not like monks?"
"Not at all." The monks replied with a smile: "The Monkey King is friendly to monks, but there are many troublesome demons in Huaguo Mountain, and they have started to restrict outsiders from entering. If someone is not a highly skilled craftsman or a merchant, they might not be able to come here in the future."
"I see."
The elder felt relieved.
He looked around at the demons crowding the port.
"Well, well."
Guang Hui murmured a phrase, pressing his palms together: "It's true that the demons here possess no aura of slaughter."
"Elder."
The monks helped him with his luggage, saying, "Let's get you something to eat, then we'll make further arrangements."
