Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were both stunned.
Was this still their master?
Yet Sun Wukong vaguely understood something. Wasn't this exactly the goal he had wanted to achieve before? If Tang Sanzang were powerful, then when trouble arose, would he chant the Buddha's name as before and wait for the Buddha Ancestor to manifest...
Or would he strike directly and shatter every hardship before him?
There was another point.
As the saying went, possessing a sharp weapon naturally gave rise to the urge to kill.
Sun Wukong refused to believe that Tang Sanzang would be able to hold back whenever he faced demons in the future. So long as Tang Sanzang showed even the slightest urge to act, Sun Wukong's transformation of him would be an initial success...
And later on.
Tang Sanzang would come to realize:
It was not enough to rely solely on the Buddha Ancestor's protection!
When true hardship came, he would have to rely on his own hands, on his own "sandpot-sized" fists. Then Sun Wukong's transformation of Tang Sanzang would be a complete success, and his faith in the Buddha Ancestor would become a heart of self-improvement. That would perfectly accord with the Human Dao.
Thus, after Tang Sanzang finished his practice.
Sun Wukong immediately clapped and cheered:
"Not bad, not bad!"
"It has to be Master... This fist technique is becoming ever more miraculous. Even this disciple cannot compare. Though I possess some divine abilities, when it comes to this fist technique, Master is still the more formidable one!"
It was rare for Sun Wukong to flatter someone.
Then he kicked Zhu Bajie in the backside, sending him jumping up while clutching his rear, before continuing:
"Bajie, didn't you want to practice boxing?"
"Just learn from Master!"
Tang Sanzang's eyes sparkled.
He stared