Sun Wukong Is Cast Out, Two Minds Separate

"Master! If you cast me out, are you truly not afraid of those demons?" Sun Wukong knelt before Xuanzang with a thud, his face full of sorrow and tears in his eyes.

Xuanzang ignored him. "Zhu Bajie, Sand Monk, let's go!"

"Master!" Sand Monk called out.

"I said, go!"

"Senior Brother! Sigh..."

"Senior Brother, Master he..."

Two streams of tears fell from Sun Wukong's eyes as he fiercely kowtowed several times toward Xuanzang's departing back.

"Master, take care!"

"Idiot, Sand Brother, protect Master well. I'm... leaving!"

"Senior Brother!"

"Senior Brother!"

Sun Wukong flashed away into the sky and vanished.

Sorrow appeared on Xuanzang's face. His heart twisted, and he was deeply reluctant to part with him.

"Zhu Bajie, Sand Monk, are you not leaving?"

"Master, Senior Brother..."

"Master, Senior Brother..."

"Sigh..."

Sun Wukong had not actually left the dense forest. He watched Xuanzang's group from the shadows, hoping Xuanzang would change his mind. But Xuanzang rode the White Dragon Horse and led Zhu Bajie and Sand Monk away without ever looking back.

He remained hidden for a long while. Only after Xuanzang and the others had left the forest and returned to the main road did he sigh and flash away.

He had initially planned to return to Flower Fruit Mountain, but then he remembered the Golden Hoop on his head and changed course for South Sea Mount Luojia.

What he did not know was that just as master and disciple parted ways, a Black Shadow sprang out of Sun Wukong's body and flew deep into the forest.

After Sun Wukong left, Xuanzang remained gloomy and distracted every day. This continued for four or five months.

One day, they reached a plain and stopped there to rest.

"Zhu Bajie, your master is thirsty and hungry. Go beg for some vegetarian