Sun Wukong quickly put on the Golden Fillet Spell. Before Tang Sanzang could chant the spell, he was already howling like a ghost and wolf, rolling around on the ground.
"Master, don't chant it! Don't chant it!!"
Tang Sanzang was a stubborn monk. After freezing for a moment, he hurriedly followed Sun Wukong's excuse, lowered his head, and began chanting the spell.
This time, Sun Wukong truly suffered. The iron band rooted itself into his flesh, impossible to remove or take off. It suddenly tightened, squeezing a kiwi-shaped head into a thin gourd.
It's just going through the motions. You pretend to chant a couple of lines, I follow along with a few howls, and everyone's happy. The people above won't say anything. Is there really any need to take it so seriously?
I'm the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, let me tell you: with a blockhead like you, even if you become a Buddha, your superior will still find ways to make your life difficult!
Tang Sanzang really was stubborn. He either did not chant at all, or chanted three times in a row. By the time he stopped, Sun Wukong was already foaming at the mouth and twitching on the ground.
At present, apart from his iron staff and the fillet, there was not a single hard spot left on his body.
Ding!
Your Fiery Golden Eyes have arrived
Sun Wukong, whose world was spinning, seemed to hear something beside his ear. When he came to, the world in his eyes had taken on an entirely new appearance.
So that was how it arrived!
Sun Wukong grumbled inwardly. With gods watching from three feet above, he did not dare voice his complaints. Baring his teeth, he got to his feet and began blaming Tang Sanzang.
"Master, your disciple—I