In the end, the Great Sage broke the rules.

The dull ringing of the bell echoed in his ears like muffled thunder, each sound seemingly piercing Chen Yi's eardrums, causing him to frown slightly.

Chen Yi slowly raised his head, his gaze inadvertently glancing at the tranquil Zen temple not far away. The temple's red walls and black tiles appeared particularly solemn under the sunlight, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

They had arrived at the legendary Guanyin Temple, a Zen temple that carries countless stories and legends, and now it stood before them.

With mixed feelings, Chen Yi entered the Zen temple and began to act according to the predetermined plot.

Just as I knelt before the statue, the chaotic tolling of the bells began.

Chen Yi opened his eyes in surprise and looked in the direction from which the bell sound came. He saw a figure sitting on the bell pestle.

The figure had its back to him, so he couldn't see its face, but its posture appeared extremely casual and relaxed.

Chen's eye twitched slightly, his mind filled with doubt.

In his mind, the Sun Wukong of this world was cold and sarcastic, with an even worse temper.

But is the person in front of me, who is having so much fun playing on the bell pestle, really Sun Wukong?

That's way too unconventional!

Chen Yi couldn't help but say, "Great Sage, come down quickly." His voice revealed a hint of helplessness.

Sun Wukong merely glanced at him indifferently, his eyes seemingly carrying a hint of mockery, before curling his lips and saying, "I'm not going down, what can you do about it?"

His words were full of provocation.

Chen Yi helplessly spread his hands and shrugged, saying, "Fine, do as you please."

He knew that there was no point in confronting Sun Wukong head-on at this moment, so he could only go along with his nature.

Upon hearing Chen Yi's words, Sun Wukong seemed to instantly lose his previous interest. He lightly jumped off the bell and landed on the ground without making a sound.

"Who is banging and striking things here? What kind of behavior is this?"

Sun Wukong crossed his arms and said, "It is I, the Great Sage."

Upon seeing an elderly monk in a kasaya with a kind face, Chen Yi quickly stepped forward and greeted him with a smile, "Elder..."

The old monk, with piercing eyes, looked at Sun Wukong and asked, "Who is he?"

Chen Yi quickly explained, "He is my eldest disciple, Sun Wukong. He is mischievous by nature, so I hope the elder will be lenient with him."

"I've been quite mischievous, please forgive me, Elder," Chen Yi added respectfully.

"May I ask where the immortal abode is, Master?" the old monk continued to ask.

Chen Yi scratched his head, wondering to himself: What does "immortal realm" mean? Is it his hometown? How did Tang Sanzang respond in the story?

He racked his brains for a long time, but his mind was a complete mess and he couldn't remember anything.

Never mind, that's how he replied!

Chen Yi took a deep breath and said in a clear and resonant voice, "This disciple is Tang Xuanzang, a monk from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East, who is on his way to the Western Paradise to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."

"I'm just passing by and would like to ask for lodging for the night." Chen Yi put his hands together and bowed deeply to the old monk.

That devout appearance pleased the old monk.

"I apologize for not welcoming you properly," the old monk said with a kind smile.

Chen Yi then asked, "May I ask your Dharma name, Elder?"

The monk behind the old monk eagerly answered, "This is Abbot Jinchi of this academy."

Chen Yi quickly cupped his hands in a respectful bow: "Elder Jinchi."

Elder Jinchi smiled and said, "Please come to the back for your meal."

Chen Yi grinned, revealing a set of pearly white teeth: "Okay, okay."

Sun Wukong couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Chen Yi's expression changed, and he immediately put on a stern face, saying solemnly, "Elder, please."

“Please,” Elder Jinchi replied.