Tang Sanzang was even more bewildered.
"Ah?"
I'm a monk. Isn't knowing how to chant sutras enough?
Why should I cultivate with you? And if demons show up... isn't that for Wukong and Bajie to handle? Besides, I'm frail. I might not even be able to learn it.
Seeing this,
Sun Wukong immediately understood:
His master did not want to learn!
But he now knew how to handle Tang Sanzang. His eyes rolled, and he chuckled.
"Don't worry, Master. It isn't difficult!"
"It's merely a way for ordinary people to strengthen their bodies... I'm not expecting you to slay demons or vanquish monsters. I just want you to be healthier, so a headache or fever won't delay our journey to Western Heaven to obtain the scriptures!"
"Master, you wouldn't want to delay the scripture pilgrimage, would you?"
This finally persuaded Tang Sanzang.
"Then... I'll give it a try?"
Sun Wukong hurriedly nodded with a smile.
"Right, there's no harm in trying..."
Sun Wukong immediately hopped a step away and began slowly practicing "boxing" before Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie. Every movement carried a tranquil, far-reaching air.
Seeing this, Tang Sanzang finally felt a little tempted.
He was a clever man himself. After carefully watching Sun Wukong perform the set once, he hesitated briefly before rising to imitate it. Though his movements looked somewhat disjointed, and he occasionally had to stop and think, every move was perfectly correct...
Sun Wukong's eyes lit up.
"Not bad, not bad!"
"Master truly is Master..."
Tang Sanzang felt a trace of pride at those words.
At last, he had heard something nice from that monkey's mouth. Energized as though he had been given a shot of adrenaline, he performed another two sets in succession. Each was smoother than the last, each more fluid than the