Sun Wukong watched this scene with curiosity, then descended swiftly towards the direction of the monks.
Upon nearing, he found that the carts carried by the monks were loaded with bricks, tiles, wooden plants, and clods of earth.
However, this was just a narrow path with towering walls on both sides, and the path was a steep slope, resembling a cliff. How could these monks pull it up?
Additionally, although the current weather was fairly warm, the monks were dressed in tattered clothes, looking exceedingly wretched.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but feel puzzled, muttering to himself, "Could it be that this city's population reaps bountiful crops every year and no one is willing to do such menial work anymore?"
"So now these monks have to roll up their sleeves and build their own temple?"
Just as Sun Wukong was lost in his doubts,
he saw two men, appearing to be Taoist priests, stagger out from the city gates.
