Tang Sanzang had always been eloquent.
Back in the Great Tang, he had rendered every monk speechless by himself. That was how he earned Emperor Taizong of Tang's esteem and was sent to Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures...
He had shown the same talent when lecturing Sun Wukong before.
Yet now, he merely kept touching the thin Tight-Fillet around his bald head, his face full of grief. After Sun Wukong spoke a little longer, sorrow overwhelmed him, and tears streamed down his face.
Seeing this,
Sun Wukong felt a little embarrassed.
Of course... being lectured by others felt awful, but lecturing others felt incredible. No wonder his master always loved to prattle on.
"Enough, enough, stop crying!"
"I was only joking with you. You really want to hurt me to death, yet what are you crying for? Didn't Guanyin Bodhisattva give you that Tight-Fillet? Since it came from her, she naturally has a way to remove it..."
"The next time you see her, just ask her to take it off, won't you?"
As he said this, Sun Wukong muttered regretfully to himself:
"My Tight-Fillet..."
If Guanyin removed it herself,
then this treasure would inevitably end up in Guanyin's hands!
How could there still be any share left for Sun Wukong?
By that reckoning, he was the one who had truly suffered a loss, losing such a treasure... The thought made Sun Wukong bare his teeth in pain.
When Tang Sanzang heard Sun Wukong's words, the tears in his eyes instantly stopped. Still ignoring him, he turned toward the south and bowed sincerely, softly calling Guanyin Bodhisattva's name.
"Bodhisattva, come save me..."
"I'm about to be killed by this monkey!"
"..."
Sun Wukong curled his lips hard.
Meanwhile, Guanyin Bodhisattva had concealed herself in the air, watching from afar. Her