Five small pebbles flew up and down in his hands in various ways. A-Jiang had played a similar game when he was a child, but none of his friends had such skill. A-Jiang watched in amazement.

The mountain god knelt tremblingly to the side, not daring to say much. After a while, perhaps he was tired and bored, the stone slowly crumbled into dust in the air.

The mountain god lowered his head even further, and his body trembled even more.

He finally spoke: "Go find some food."

The mountain god addressed him as "bowing and retreating."

Before long, they found a lot of food, and Sun Wukong ate a lot of fruit. The mountain god spent more and more time there and sweated more and more.

After he finally finished eating, the mountain god breathed a sigh of relief, but remained very respectful to the side.

"This is none of your business, go on."

"Yes...yes!"

After saying this, he had a look of relief on his face, bowed, took a few steps back, and disappeared.

Then he turned his gaze to Ajahn.

Tell me, how would you like to become friends?

His appearance—a large, black man wearing a mask, his deep voice ringing in Ah Jiang's ear—was truly terrifying.

Ah Jiang quickly told him everything.

He remained silent, his expression unreadable.

For the first time, Ah Jiang felt that time was passing so slowly.

Suddenly he leaped into the air and vanished in an instant. Almost simultaneously, a thin golden chain appeared out of thin air. Before A-Jiang could even wonder what was happening, he appeared before her, somewhat unsteadily.

This time she saw clearly that the thin chain was tied to his leg, while the other end was on Ajahn himself, and then disappeared without a trace the moment he returned.