Chen Sanzang forcefully shoved a chicken leg into the monkey's mouth, who was cursing away, and said lightly.
"What? Go out, you're the bald donkey sent by the Buddhist Sect for the westward journey to retrieve scriptures?"
The monkey mumbled indistinctly while tearing into the chicken leg.
He burst out with great strength, flipping over like a salted fish, lying on his back, staring at the Drinking and Eating Monk.
"Amitabha, Little Kongkong, what are you saying? How can this poor monk be the same as a bald donkey? You better reorganize your words, or else... hehe."
Chen Sanzang wore a cold smile, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced toward the peak of Five Elements Mountain.
It wasn't even an implication anymore, it was a blatant hint!
"Amitabha, so it's the Saint Monk from the Great Qin, Old Sun just misspoke, misspoke, don't mind it."
Sun Wukong grinned while patting his own mouth, internally cursing.
