When a Man Dies, His Debts Are Settled-Take This Golden Hoop Off Me! And You Still Want Immortals to Save Tang Sanzang?

After landing on a mountain peak, Sun Wukong could no longer hold himself back.

With his hands on his hips, he threw back his head and laughed. His laughter was shrill and piercing, startling the birds roosting in the forest into flight. A dark mass of them fled toward the mountains beyond.

He laughed so hard that he bent forward and backward, tears squeezing from the corners of his eyes.

His tail whipped behind him like a lash, sending shattered stones spraying in every direction.

"Ha ha ha! Hahahahahaha! That damned bald donkey got eaten, didn't he?!"

Laughing as he spoke, he leaped between the rocks, jumping from one stone to another, then from a stone into a tree. He was so excited he could hardly sit still. "Old Sun had been wondering why he suddenly changed his ways, chanting spells at the drop of a hat these past few days. So King Yama had decided his Fated Number was up! Hahahahaha! Bald donkey, bald donkey, you recited so many Amitabhas. Why didn't Amitabha come save you?"

He somersaulted into the air, folded his hands behind his head, crossed his legs, and lay upon a cloud as he gazed at the sky. The smile on his lips simply would not fade.

"You were right about one thing, bald donkey. Good is repaid with good, evil with evil. It's not that retribution doesn't come—it's just that the time hadn't arrived."

"Now look at you. You got eaten, didn't you?!"

"How many times did I tell you not to provoke me? But you wouldn't listen. You insisted on chanting spells, insisted on calling me a beast. And now? I'm still alive, while you've gone down to meet King Yama first."

The more he spoke, the better he felt. The words poured from