Forcing a chicken leg into the mouth of the cursing monkey, Chen Sanzang said lightly.
"What? You're saying you're the bald monk sent by the Buddhist Sect to retrieve the scriptures on the Westward Journey?"
The monkey muttered indistinctly while tearing into the chicken leg.
He then unleashed a powerful force, flipping around like a salted fish, lying face-up, and looking at the Drinking and Eating Monk.
"Amitabha, Little Kongkong, how could you say such things? Can a poor monk be compared to a bald monk? You'd better reorganize your words, or else... hehe."
With a cold smile, Chen Sanzang glanced intentionally or unintentionally towards the direction of the Five Elements Mountain Peak.
This wasn't even a hint anymore, but a blatant sign!
"Amitabha, it turns out you're a Saint Monk from the Great Qin. My Old Sun just misspoke, misspoke, please don't mind it."
Sun Wukong laughed, slapping his own mouth, but cursing internally.
