The Tightening Fillet Scam Seen Through at a Glance

Tang Sanzang shook his head like a rattle drum, his face plainly saying, "You don't understand."

"Elder, you are mistaken! My disciple Wukong is the most loyal and righteous of men! Though his study of Buddhist teachings is not yet particularly profound, this humble monk can teach him slowly! How could he be the sort to abandon his master?

He clearly sensed demons causing trouble ahead and went willingly to clear the way and protect me! That is loyalty in defending his master. How did it become abandoning this humble monk when it came from your mouth?"

The more he spoke, the more suspicious he found the old woman. His gaze turned wary again, and his tone cooled.

"Elder, I think your age has dimmed not only your eyes, but your heart as well! Why do you keep picking faults with my disciple? Are you trying to drive a wedge between master and disciple? Let me tell you, don't even think about it!

If you keep spouting nonsense, do not blame this humble monk's Nine Ringed Staff for being merciless and smashing your old pelvis! If you have something to say, say it. If not, hurry up and bring out the item entrusted by the Immortal Lord. Do not delay my journey!"

He spoke without the slightest courtesy, even with a hint of threat. Where was the respect he had just shown this "Immortal Lord's messenger"?

Tang Sanzang's faster-than-page-turning change of face, along with his crude threat, made Guanyin see black with fury. She nearly failed to maintain her transformation.

Only after several deep breaths did she barely suppress the urge to reveal herself on the spot. She knew there was no point beating around the bush anymore; this monk's train of thought simply did not run on normal tracks.