A chicken leg was forcefully stuffed into the mouth of the monkey who was muttering curses, and Chen Sanzang casually said.
"What? So you're the bald donkey arranged by the Buddhist Sect for the westward journey to fetch scriptures?"
The monkey, tearing at the chicken leg, mumbled indistinctly.
He burst out with powerful strength, turned over like a salted fish, lay on his back, and looked at the drinking and eating monk.
"Amitabha, Little Kongkong, how can you talk like that? Can a poor monk be the same as a bald donkey? You'd better reorganize your words, otherwise... hehe."
Chen Sanzang sneered coldly, his eyes intentionally or unintentionally glanced in the direction of the Five Elements Mountain Peak.
This wasn't a hint anymore, but a blatant declaration!
"Amitabha, turns out you're the Saint Monk from Great Qin, my Old Sun just had a slip of the tongue, slip of the tongue, don't mind it, ha."
Sun Wukong cheerfully patted his mouth, while inwardly cursing.
