At this moment, Sun Wukong came to pay his respects, and he didn't stop refining artifacts, still having Gold Horn and Silver Horn fan with banana leaves, the fire in the eight trigram furnace burning fiercely.
After the Monkey King had paid his respects, Taishang Laojun said, "Every time you come, monkey, it's a significant event."
Gold Horn and Silver Horn nodded in agreement,
Wukong teased, "Where does the Grandmaster get such ideas? The things I do are all beneficial to heaven and earth, otherwise the Grandmaster wouldn't see me."
Taishang Laojun waved his horsetail whisk, "Speak then, what brings you this time?"
Sun Wukong stepped forward a few steps, scratching his head, "There really isn't much, recently I found in the lower realm, in the human history of the continent to the south, there was an old master whose understanding of the Tao closely aligns with that of the Grandmaster,