Sun Wukong scratched his head and chuckled, "I know the Emperor means well for me; why would I think of running away? I, Old Sun, will definitely finish copying the scriptures 20,000 times."
Bai Jin spoke contentedly, "That's good, off you go!"
Sun Wukong turned and ran outside, not putting down the basket of Flat Peaches. What? Gifts for Emperor Gouchen? You must have heard wrong. These are mine.
...
In the Immortal Peach Orchard, Sun Wukong lay perched on a Flat Peach Tree, holding a brush and copying scriptures on paper in front of him. Every few sentences, he had to moisten the brush in his mouth to wet the ink, making his lips pitch black.
Every now and then, he would glance at the nearby peaches and could only resign himself; if he ate more Flat Peaches, the Emperor might make him copy the scriptures tens of thousands of times.
...
In the Turquoise Pool, the Bodhisattva Guanyin stood holding a Willow Branch, with the Jade Emperor sitting beside her.
