Sun Wukong stopped in front of a monk.
He stopped because, before his bloodstained maw, the other monks either wailed and begged for mercy or fled in panic.
Only this monk stood with his palms pressed together, his eyes closed as he chanted sutras.
Most importantly, Sun Wukong saw a trace of Tang Seng in him.
"Bald Donkey, why aren't you afraid of me?"
"You are merely throwing your weight around, benefactor. What is there to fear? What joy is there in life, and what is there to fear in death?" the monk said calmly.
"Hmph, you really aren't afraid?" As he spoke, Sun Wukong opened his mouth wide, descended from the air, swallowed half the monk's body, and made as if to bite down.
The monk still did not move in the slightest.
"You are not truly powerful. Right now, you are merely using your physical strength to eat me. Your body is strong, but your heart is weak. You merely obey your nature and drift upon a sea of confusion. You have never mastered yourself, so why should I fear you?" the monk continued calmly.
Sun Wukong froze at this. He fell silent for a while.
That was right. His ability to devour the world stemmed only from the strength of his body.
There was nothing especially terrifying about him.
It was merely the strong preying on the weak, tiger eating wild boar.
Nothing more.
Sun Wukong suddenly asked, "Aren't you afraid of death?"
"This poor monk fears death as well, but I do not fear being killed," the monk said, shaking his head.
"All right. I remember someone saying that one percent of people are born with great courage." Sun Wukong opened his mouth and spat out the half-swallowed monk.
"My courage comes from within. Where does