Forcing a chicken leg into the mouth of the cursing monkey, Chen Sanzang said lightly.
"What? You're saying you're the bald monk arranged by the Buddhist Sect to fetch scriptures from the West?"
The monkey, while tearing into the chicken leg, mumbled indistinctly.
He exploded with immense power, flipped himself over like a salted fish, and lay back, staring at the Drinking and Eating Monk.
"Amitabha, Little Kongkong, how could you speak like this? Can I, a poor monk, be the same as a bald donkey? You better reorganize your words, or else... hehe."
Chen Sanzang sneered coldly, his eyes deliberately or unintentionally glancing in the direction of the Five Elements Mountain peak.
This wasn't a hint; it was a blatant demonstration!
"Amitabha, so you're a Saint Monk from the Great Qin, my slip of the tongue, my slip of the tongue, don't mind, haha."
Sun Wukong chuckled as he patted his mouth, while cursing internally.
