It was no wonder Sun Wukong was so suspicious. That bald donkey had acted far too nonchalantly. Nothing had happened to him at all. What if Sun Wukong had used his full strength?
With a single strike, he could smash an entire mountain into dust. There was no way that hitting a bald donkey on the head with one blow would leave him completely unharmed.
Thus,
Sun Wukong wondered whether he had failed to put any strength into that blow. With that thought in mind,
Sun Wukong pulled back the cudgel that had struck Shakyamuni's head, preparing to smash it fiercely against the bald donkey's head again. It had to be said that Sun Wukong's idea was a good one.
Unfortunately,
Shakyamuni would not give Sun Wukong a second chance. Some things only needed to happen once. Once was already humiliating enough; there could not be a second time.
The first time Sun Wukong had struck him, he had simply been careless.
He could still explain that away. But if Sun Wukong hit him a second time, there would truly be no explaining it.
Therefore,
Sun Wukong's desire to strike Shakyamuni again was a good idea, but unfortunately, Shakyamuni would not allow such a thing to happen a second time.
Just as Sun Wukong's cudgel was about to strike Shakyamuni's head, Shakyamuni reached out and grabbed the descending Golden Cudgel, gripping it tightly.
No matter how hard Sun Wukong tried to pull the cudgel free, it was useless!
Shakyamuni wore a smile. He had failed to show off just now, but didn't that mean he could do so this time? He had lost face earlier, so he could simply win it back now.
Shakyamuni said, "Monkey, put some strength into it! If you do, perhaps you'll be able to pull