"That Great King still comes here?"
Sun Wukong asked curiously, "When he comes here, do you see what he looks like?"
The two elders thought for a moment, then shook their heads and said, "We didn't see what he looks like, just smelled a fragrant breeze, and we knew it was the King of Inspiration. We hurriedly burned incense, and everyone from old to young bowed down in reverence."
"He knows everything about our families here, big or small, even the birthdates of the young and old at the foot of the Chen Family Village mountain, and he only wants our own children to eat!"
"Not to mention two or three hundred taels, even tens of millions of taels can't buy children exactly like them, born in the same year and month."
At this point, the elder felt even more heartbroken.
Who could hope for their children to die before them unless there was no other way?
"Wukong, do you have any suggestions?"
