Forcing a drumstick into the mouth of the cursing monkey, Chen Sanzang casually spoke.
"What? Are you the bald donkey arranged by the Buddhist Sect to go West for scriptures?"
The monkey mumbled as he gnawed on the drumstick.
He released a powerful force, allowing himself to flip over like a salted fish, lying face up, looking at the Drinking and Eating Monk.
"Amitabha, Little Kongkong, how are you speaking? Can this humble monk be compared to a bald donkey? You better reorganize your words, or else... hehe."
Chen Sanzang sneered coldly, his eyes deliberately glancing in the direction of the Five Elements Mountain Peak.
This wasn't a hint anymore; it was a bold revelation!
"Amitabha, turns out it's the Saint Monk from Great Qin, Old Sun just misspoke, don't mind it, ha."
Sun Wukong grinned and patted his mouth, cursing inwardly.
He, the Great Sage Equalling Heaven, was threatened by a bald donkey again!
I'll endure!
