As he spoke, he pointed, and the high mountain outside the village levitated. He pointed again, and clouds and mist lifted him. One moment he was on the ground, the next in the sky, and an instant later, he was back on the ground.
"An Immortal! An Immortal!" the Little Monkey shrieked in excitement, scratching his ears and cheeks. "Immortal, make me your disciple! Please, make me your disciple!"
"What makes you think I'm an Immortal?"
The little old man was exasperated.
"Anyone can do what I can do. If you don't believe me, just ask her!"
As he spoke, the little old man pointed to a little girl at his side, who was sniffling loudly.
The little girl, biting her finger, mimicked the old man's gesture and pointed to the sky, piping up in a tiny voice,
"Wind, come! Clouds, come! And little rain, come fast!"
Before the Little Monkey's excited eyes, a great wind rose, clouds roiled, a spring rain fell, and thousands of sprouts burst from the ground.
