Who are you calling a stable boy?!

Zheng Jing glared at them, and the monkeys—whether they were on the trees, the ground, the bridge, or the railings—no matter where they landed, immediately lowered their heads.

"Alright, alright, I don't necessarily have to scold you. It's good that you know your mistakes and can correct them."

As he spoke, Zheng Jing looked up at Tang Mou, who had just gained his footing.

Upon meeting those golden eyes, Tang Mou instinctively took two steps back, the words he had prepared on the way stuck in his throat.

"Go have fun, everyone."

He jumped back onto the bridge and waved to the monkeys.

"Squeak!"

"Ha!"

The monkeys, who had been silent just moments before, suddenly erupted into a frenzy.

You made me jump, how lively!

However, despite the commotion, every single one of the monkeys refused to leave and remained surrounding Zheng Jing.

Seeing Zheng Jing take a step, they followed.

Looking at the figure surrounded by the monkeys, Tang Mou finally came to his senses.

"Dude!"

He shouted and took a step forward.

"what!"

The dozen or so monkeys at the back immediately bristled, staring at Tang Mou and hissing, forcing Tang Mou to stop immediately.

He wasn't afraid of the monkeys.

The main problem is that it's being broadcast live right now; if he actually lays a hand on those monkeys, he'll be the one in trouble.

Fortunately, the handsome young man, who looked to be no more than twenty years old, heard him shout and stopped, turning around to look at him.

"Is something wrong?"

"Dude, are you a staff member at the scenic area?"

Zheng Jing chuckled.

Do I look like one?

Tang Mou pondered, if it weren't for the staff who were often responsible for feeding the monkeys, how could these monkeys, who dared to call themselves kings when there were no tigers in the mountains, be so obedient?

They were practically begging to serve this person hand and foot, as if they were all about to become sentient beings.

Zheng Jing didn't wait for his reply. He asked a question with a smile, then turned around, jumped onto the railing of the wooden bridge, and hopped forward on the wooden stakes. He and the group of chattering monkeys disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Tang Mou didn't even have time to call out to stop him.

Ignoring the travelers who had been left behind, Zheng Jing leaped and bounded, soon arriving at a mountain pavilion. Under the plaque that read "First Step to the Cave Heaven," he took out his fire gourd and distributed some monkey wine to each of the monkeys who had come with him, sending them away reluctantly before continuing his ascent.

Our motherland is vast, with countless famous mountains and rivers. Even with today's convenient transportation, it would take at least a year or two to travel all of them.

However, this is not something that needs to be rushed. Why not just treat it as a real vacation?

As for tourism, Zheng Jing isn't really in a position to say whether Xue Qing's demanding travel habits are good or bad.

Because he never makes plans when he travels.

Go wherever you want, the main focus is on traveling.

For example, this trip to Mount Emei was the result of him randomly writing down more than a dozen famous mountains on a piece of paper, tearing it into strips, and drawing lots.

His plan was simple: go uphill, visit temples and monasteries, and finally take a look at the Golden Summit. He would then sneak into the Wanfo Hall, which is not yet open to the public, and that would complete his trip.

Generally speaking, to hike to the Golden Summit, you would have to spend at least one night on the mountain.

Of course, if Zheng Jing wanted to speed up his journey, he wouldn't need to do this.

But since he was already there, he also wanted to see the sunrise at the Golden Summit.

And so, this unsteady stroll led them to the place where the moon had set and crows were crying.

"call......"

Catching his breath, Tang Mou looked up and, in the dim light, saw the plaque with the three large characters "Xi Xiang Chi" (Elephant Washing Pool).

"We've arrived at the Elephant Washing Pool, brothers! Anyone still awake? Let me know!"

He first shouted into the live stream, and seeing a barrage of comments immediately appear, Tang Mou nodded in satisfaction, then turned around to look behind him.

"Young men! Keep it up! You can rest a bit more when you get to the Elephant Washing Pool!"

Not far behind him, four young people with hiking sticks were moving their bodies weakly.

Two men and two women, four college students who came together to challenge Mount Emei, were not superstitious.

These four college students also witnessed the monkey incident in the ecological area, but unlike him, they didn't get to speak with the mysterious young man.

However, the four of them managed to strike up a conversation with Tang Mou.

One of the boys had even watched Tang Mou's videos on PiliPili.

After a while, the five of them decided to go up the mountain together.

[Speaking of which, even after arriving at the Elephant Washing Pool, we still haven't seen that Monkey King again.]

Tang Mou saw a comment with this content.

Several comments followed in agreement.

The young man, who seemed to be able to command a troop of monkeys, was quickly nicknamed "Monkey Brother" by his viewers in his live stream.

Tang Mou didn't intend to give up on this source of top-notch entertainment value, so he would frequently ask staff at rest stops or temples if they had seen the Monkey King.

The answer is yes.

But the other person was really fast, and this monkey seemed to need no rest.

To be honest, by now, Tang Mou no longer just wants to see the Monkey King again for the sake of the show.

he--

"Oh? Not bad, you're the most well-behaved one among this group of hikers."

—The voice that suddenly reached his ears startled Tang Mou.

He jumped forward suddenly, then turned around to look in the direction of the sound.

"Monkey, Brother Monkey?"

Upon seeing Zheng Jing's smiling face, Tang Mou instinctively called out.

Chapter 267: Sunrise over Mount Emei

"Ok?"

Upon hearing Tang Mou's address, Zheng Jing raised an eyebrow.

"Bajie, you idiot, what are you yelling about?"

Tang Mou was taken aback when he heard this, but then he saw the even brighter smile on Zheng Jing's face and realized that he was being joked with.

"Hey buddy, my name is Tang Mou, Tang as in Tang poetry, Mou as in strategy. What's your name?"

Seeing Tang Mou extend his hand, Zheng Jing didn't object and shook it with a smile.

"Zheng Jing, just call me Lao Zheng."

Looking at the device attached to the selfie stick in Tang Mou's hand, he raised his chin and said, "Old Tang, are you an internet celebrity?"

"I wouldn't call myself an internet celebrity, I just like to share my travel experiences with everyone."

Tang Mou readily accepted Zheng Jing's overly familiar manner. Just as he was about to ask about the monkey troop incident again, the four college students finally climbed up, albeit shakily.

Tang Mou quickly went over to help them up and helped them sit down on the steps one by one.

"Together? A tour group?"

Zheng Jing squatted on the threshold under the plaque of the Elephant Washing Pool and sized up the four college students.

"If you meet someone on the street, it's safer to walk together at night."

While massaging the calf of one of the boys who had a leg cramp, Tang Mou responded without looking up.

The four of them were quite generous; after a few words, they all gave their names.

"what!"

Suddenly, the petite girl Zhang Congcong pointed at Zheng Jing and exclaimed, "It's you! You're that Monkey King, right? I think you look just like him!"

"cough."

Tang Mou couldn't help but cough lightly.

Needless to say, the way Monkey Brother is called is clearly influenced by him and his viewers in his live stream.

"Just call me Lao Zheng."

"It really is you!"

Seeing that Zheng Jing didn't deny it, Zhang Congcong excitedly stretched out her hands, waving them as if she wanted to touch Zheng Jing's face: "We asked, and you really aren't a staff member here! Then how did you make those monkeys so obedient? Aren't the monkeys on Mount Emei supposed to be very fierce?"

This question drew everyone's attention to Zheng Jing.

Everyone is indeed curious.

"Because I, Lao Zheng, am a reasonable person."

Zheng Jing smiled and picked up the gourd from his waist: "You all have water cups, right? Want to try this? It's incredibly effective at relieving fatigue."

"Uh, I still have water in my kettle, so I don't need it."

Chen Tao, a tall boy wearing glasses, gave a somewhat awkward smile.

"I... I'll pass..."

Zhang Congcong shrank back.

"What's inside?"

Tang Mou asked.

Zheng Jing opened the lid: "You can treat it as medicinal wine."

The aroma emanating from the gourd made Tang Mou's mouth water instantly.

"I'll order!"

Liu Wen, a rather robust young man, took out his empty water bottle.

Like him, Deng Ai, a girl with a ponytail who had been silent the whole time, took out her own water bottle and handed it over.

"Thank you."

It was only at this moment that she spoke to Zheng Jing for the first time.

"It smells delicious, give me some too, Lao Zheng."

Old Tang was the last to hand over the water bottle.

The three of them took turns drinking about a jug of monkey wine from Zheng Jing. Some drank it down in a big gulp, while others sipped it silently.

"hiss--"

Liu Wen, who was drinking heartily with his head tilted back, suddenly stood up.

He moved his hands and feet in astonishment: "Holy crap, this is too awesome... Compared to this, things like Blue Bull Claw are like water!"

As he spoke, he jumped up and down a few times, his energetic demeanor belying someone who had been climbing the mountain for more than ten hours.

"Brother! Brother Zheng! Where did you buy this medicinal wine?"

Like Liu Wen, many viewers in Tang Mou's live stream who witnessed this scene also asked questions eagerly.

"A family secret recipe."

Zheng Jing shrugged, closed the lid, and put away the gourd.

Seeing him hang the gourd back on his waist, Chen Tao and Zhang Congcong, who were eager to try it, found it difficult to speak.

"I can't finish it."