I searched through ten thousand scrolls of Buddhist scriptures, and not a single golden monkey was found.
Clutching a Buddha to request a Buddha.
It's sufficiently unfathomable as it is, even more so that this Buddha is not found within the three thousand classics of Buddhism!
Without scriptures, without legends, naturally without the corresponding power of the devout wishes of beings.
The power of wishes is a punch awl, a sledgehammer; without the right tool at hand, what exactly did Liang Qu use to carve into the stone wall?
His teeth?
Everyone's gaze unintentionally drifted toward the beaver playing with the river otter in the courtyard, both having come from Pingyang Prefecture together.
The Big River Beaver, catching sight of the stares, flicked its tail, raised its paw to groom its head fur, then turned and bared a pair of shiny incisors.
Sunlight reflected off them.
So shiny!
Everyone squinted their eyes.
