The Anger Buried Deep in His Heart, Little White Dragon's Unwillingness: Dao Ancestor, Teach Me!

Sun Wukong trembled with rage from head to toe.

Back when he had slaughtered his way through the Heavenly Court against the gods and Buddhas filling the skies, all of them had feared him.

But now?

A mere mortal, a bald monk who did not even dare kill a chicken, used nothing but a Golden Hoop and an incantation to discipline the Great Sage Equal to Heaven like an animal!!

Because Tang Sanzang was a mortal, he could recite it whenever he wanted and torment him however he pleased.

And Sun Wukong himself could only roll around on the ground like a dog, begging for mercy!

He said nothing. Gritting his teeth, with veins bulging across his forehead, he forcibly swallowed that hatred down into his stomach!!

From that day onward, things changed.

Once, Sun Wukong went out to beg for food. After searching all four directions for a long time, he finally obtained several white flour buns from a farming household. Afraid they would grow cold, he tucked them into his chest to keep them warm, then flipped back on his Somersault Cloud.

Tang Sanzang said nothing when he took the buns. But after one bite, he frowned and said they had gone cold. He asked whether Sun Wukong had deliberately run off somewhere distant to play, then recited the incantation for half an hour.

Another time, when they were crossing a river, Sun Wukong leaped to the opposite bank to test the water's depth.

He shouted several times from atop the water that it was shallow over there and that they should cross that way.

Tang Sanzang's hearing was poor on the other shore, and he did not hear him.

Once they got ashore, Tang Sanzang's expression darkened. He said Sun Wukong had deliberately ignored him and asked