In an ancient temple in Fuzhou city, there was a mountain god, a clay monkey called the Monkey King. It had existed for a long time, and gradually became an evil spirit, often harming the nearby villagers. The villagers were very afraid of it, and those who encountered it would first have a high fever or shiver, then become mad, not eat or drink, climb up trees or fences, and then jump down and die. Children were the most affected. As a result, more and more people worshipped it, and there was always fresh blood offered to it, which never dried up. If the worship was ineffective, they would invite witch doctors to come to the temple at night, beat gongs and blow horns, saying they wanted to capture its soul. The monks in the temple heard it, and also rang bells and drums, saying they wanted to help the god fight the demon. This kind of custom became more and more prevalent, and no one could change it. One of the elders in the temple heard it, and sighed, “The people who killed you have already received their retribution, but you are still hurting innocent people, creating deeper sins, when will you be liberated?” He recited the Great Compassion Mantra for it, hoping to save it. That night, he sat alone, and saw a woman, with a human body, but monkey feet, and blood all over her left armpit. Beside her was a small monkey, with an iron chain around its waist, and its hands locked. The woman knelt down twice to him, and said, “Master, I am the Monkey King, I have been suffering from the pain of injustice, and today I rely on your power, to be freed, and ascend to heaven, I came to thank you. Please also unlock the small monkey’s chain.” The elder did as he was asked, and also said a string of verses. After hearing the verses, the Monkey King knelt down again, and then disappeared. The next day, the elder opened a room in the temple that had been closed for a long time, and found three locks on the door. It turned out that a few years ago, a witch doctor had shot an arrow into the Monkey King’s left armpit, and it had been locked up here ever since. The small monkey beside the Monkey King had been smashed, and was pecked by various birds. The elder threw the remains into the stream, and from then on, this strange thing never happened again.