Sun Wukong Comes Down From the Mountain

Sun Wukong narrowed his eyes and spat out the grass stem in his mouth.

He spoke first, his voice carrying a hoarseness and distance from five hundred years of imprisonment.

"That bald one. You're the monk the Bodhisattva told me about, the one going to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures?"

Tang Sanzang stopped three steps in front of Sun Wukong and nodded when he heard this, his expression calm.

"This poor monk is Tang Sanzang. By order of the Tang King, I am heading to the Western Heaven to pay homage to the Buddha and seek the scriptures."

He paused. His gaze swept over the five heavy, silent peaks, then fell back on Sun Wukong's furry face, which was written all over with impatience. In a tone without much ripple, he added, "So, monkey, you have two choices now.

"One is to follow me to the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures. The other is for me to send you straight to the Western Heaven. Which do you choose?"

Sun Wukong: "..."

He dug at his ear, wondering if he had been pinned down so long that he was hearing things.

Off to the side, General Yin heard this and his tiger body shook, while his mind went into a frantic barrage: Holy shit, Master is domineering! Worthy of being the golden thigh! But talking to Brother Monkey like that really won't get him beaten up?!

Sun Wukong froze for two seconds, then split his mouth in a grin, revealing a set of sharp fangs.

"You monk, looking all fine-skinned and tender-fleshed, with kind brows and benevolent eyes, yet you've got quite a personality when you talk!"

He sized Tang Sanzang up and down, pushing his Fiery Golden Eyes to the limit.

But no matter how he looked,