The story begins with the bride marrying off her daughter, and the woman, at the age of one hundred,

He glanced at the fuzzy peach on his body.

I glanced at the golden monkey on the old peach tree.

Chang Shou's lips twitched slightly.

That's something only a monkey would do.

The massage hammer has stopped.

Hanba quickly transformed back to his original form, his eyes wide and round, watching warily the golden-haired monkey in the brown linen clothes on the tree.

Staring at the slow-moving blue tortoise, Chang Shou's lips continued to twitch. "With your little body, if I were to expect you to protect me, I'd probably be buried three feet tall by now."

Besides, those big eyes are many times bigger than your grandfather's beady eyes, who knows if they're the offspring of the neighbor's son.

The golden-haired monkey chuckled, grabbed a branch with his right hand, bent the branch, causing the leaves to rustle, and with a gentle swing, jumped down from the old peach tree.

The movements were fluid and seamless.

The overall design is light and agile, with crisp and decisive movements.

After the golden-haired monkey stood still, it actually stood up and, imitating the etiquette of the human sages, bowed: its arms were clasped together and stretched forward, its right hand slightly bent and its left hand placed on top of it, and its arms moved down from its forehead to its chest, while bowing its upper body.

The movements were not standard, awkward and clumsy, somewhat like a ridiculous imitation.

"Your Highness, I, your disciple, pay homage with utmost sincerity!"

The golden-haired monkey walked along the road.

Looking at these actions, and then at the golden monkey in front of him.

Unable to bear watching, Chang Shou suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked:

"You monkey, did you come from the Water Curtain Cave of Flower and Fruit Mountain?"

Upon hearing this, the golden-haired monkey was overjoyed, scratching its ears and cheeks, jumping up and down, waving its arms and legs, and chuckling:

"The old immortal is indeed incredibly insightful!"

I am the Monkey King from the Water Curtain Cave of Flower and Fruit Mountain. I have crossed oceans, entered big cities, passed through small counties, and wandered through streets and alleys, seeking immortals and visiting Taoist masters along the way, all for the sake of finding the secret to immortality.

Not long ago, I came to Chixian County. Many people said that you were a living immortal. I inquired along the way and found this village.

Seeing a beautiful peach tree in the courtyard, its fragrance filling the air, I was so hungry and thirsty that I couldn't resist climbing the tree to pick some peaches. My intention was to eat my fill before searching for the immortals.

Unexpectedly, by sheer chance, they happened to run into the old immortal.

"I beg you, venerable immortal, to have mercy and show me the path to immortality, and teach me the method to achieve eternal life."

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Chang Shou's mouth twitched.

I want immortality!

But it really was that monkey!!!

He had indeed arrived in the world of Journey to the West.

The next moment, his gaze toward the golden-haired monkey took on a strange quality.

I never expected to meet this future Monkey King under these circumstances.

Despite the surprise, Chang Shou realized that this unexpected encounter was actually quite reasonable.

Although this world is full of spiritual energy and has many immortals, Buddhas, demons and monsters who live for thousands of years, such beings are rare among ordinary people.

Although ordinary people have a longer average lifespan due to spiritual energy, it is rare to find someone who lives to eighty, and even rarer to find someone who lives to ninety, not to mention that they also know some tricks like controlling water.

It's not surprising that he's called a longevity immortal by many people in China; he'd heard of it before.

It's entirely possible that this golden-haired monkey, the "mystery of immortality," could have come by smelling the scent.

Hanba paused in his movements.

He realized that the golden-haired monkey in front of him meant no harm, it was just...

Was the old man really an immortal?

Did he successfully cultivate immortality and attain immortality?

Why didn't you know that?

Why is he still trembling like this, looking like he could die at any moment?

Could it be that he cultivated a fake immortality?

……

Countless question marks appeared on Hanba's head.

The look in his eyes as he looked at Chang Shou was full of suspicion and scrutiny.

Chang Shou ignored the blue turtle's blinking eyes.

After four years of getting along, he knew this bastard's personality well. He had eyes as big as brains and often came up with strange ideas that couldn't be judged by common sense.

Who knows what stupid thing he's doing right now.

Besides, I have more important things to do.

Chang Shou was startled to see the golden-haired monkey staring at him expectantly and kneeling down to kowtow. He immediately told the monkey to get up.

"Good monkey, you mustn't do that, you absolutely mustn't!"

If that monkey remembers this incident in the future and seeks revenge, my old arms and legs won't be able to withstand a blow from his stick.

Wait until the monkey becomes obedient.

Chang Shou spoke frankly:

"Good monkey, I've disappointed you."

I am just an old geezer who has lived for quite a few years. I have nothing of value, only a couple of tricks to fool people, and I know some basic health preservation techniques.

Forget about the legendary immortality; I'd be lucky to live to be a hundred.

The Monkey King didn't believe it, and had a "Are you kidding me?" look on his face. Then, as if he had just remembered something, he bowed again.

"I've heard that those immortals who roam the mortal world like to test people and then guide the best of them. The old immortal is just making things up to fool me."

Chang Shou choked and sighed helplessly.

It's no surprise that monkeys are intelligent.

But being this smart is a bit of a problem; it's gone too far!

Without offering any further explanation, Chang Shou grabbed his cane with both hands, gritted his teeth, and stood up, his body trembling and shaking as if he were seriously ill.

Holding his cane, Changshou took two steps forward and asked:

"Good monkey, do you believe me now?"

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The Monkey King, with his keen eyes and sharp mind, immediately understood.

He knew the trembling old man in front of him wasn't lying. The light in his eyes vanished instantly, his earlier excitement disappeared, and a sense of despondency permeated his entire body.

Listless and dejected.

Chang Shou's long robe, with its wide sleeves and folds that made him look like skin and bones, twitched his fingers, which felt a little itchy.

The Monkey King's current sullen and aggrieved appearance is very similar to the golden retriever he owned in his previous life, making people want to pet it and smooth its fur before ruffling it.

Suppressing the urge to reach out his fingers, Changshou glanced at the old peach tree in the courtyard laden with fruit, and his aged voice slowly rang out.

"Good monkey, the path to immortality is fraught with difficulties. Thousands of mountains block your way, and ten thousand rivers obstruct your path. It is always difficult and arduous. But where there is a will, there is a way. As long as you persevere and hold firm to your beliefs, sooner or later the clouds will clear, you will see the bright moon, and your wishes will come true."

Once you attain the path to immortality and cultivate an immortal body, looking back on your journey, all that has happened will seem like mere hardships.

Changshou didn't want to preach too much, nor did he want to be a nagging old man; his comforting words were brief and to the point.

Besides, the monkey has a strong core, and he doesn't think he needs to comfort himself too much.

A hot wind blows, and the branches and leaves sway.

The fragrant scent of peaches wafted over the nose in an instant.

Changshou changed the subject:

"Good monkey, a guest is a guest. The fact that you found my home means we are destined to meet. I don't have much to offer you, but the fruit from this century-old peach tree passed down from my ancestors is delicious and should suit your taste."

If you don't mind, please feel free to eat as much as you like.

It wasn't in vain that we met.

The Monkey King was only downcast for a moment before he was lively and cheerful again, showing no signs of being carefree. Hearing Chang Shou's words, he immediately beamed with joy.

With its tail held high and its feet pushing off forcefully, the monkey, light as a swallow, leaped from the ground and gracefully landed on a branch. It picked up a peach and began to eat it without any hesitation.

The juice soaked the hair on his mouth and dripped down his neck.

As the Monkey King ate, he said, "You old man are really good. You're the first person I've ever liked. And the peaches at home taste even better!"

It has a hint of the flavor of peaches from my Flower and Fruit Mountain.

Eat a few bites and throw away a leftover peach.

After eating all the peaches from the tree, the Monkey King lay on a branch, his eyes gleaming with a cunning and mischievous light as he watched Chang Shou, and chuckled.

"Old man, if you're not a deity, why did you recognize me as coming from the Water Curtain Cave of Flower Fruit Mountain the moment we met?"

Changshou, who had sat back down in the rocking chair, pointed to his ear and laughed, "Good monkey, this old man naturally heard it."

Never underestimate the power of gossip; sometimes its speed and impact far exceed what even a monkey could imagine.