The Immortal Lord Kicks Tang Sanzang Off to Work, Monkey Laughs So Hard He Suffers Internal Injuries

Tang Sanzang climbed to his feet, clutching his reddened cheek and looking at Lin Zhu with tearful eyes, too aggrieved to say a word.

He still had not processed what Lin Zhu had just said—what was a commercial spy? And what did passing by have to do with anything? But he did not dare ask. That kick from the Immortal Lord had not hurt terribly badly, but its message had been perfectly clear: Lin Zhu did not want to deal with him.

Seeing that he was still lingering without leaving, Lin Zhu pointed at Sun Wukong beside him and added, "Isn't Sun Wukong here to protect you? What are you afraid of? If it really comes down to it, you can recite the Tightening Fillet Spell to threaten him. He'll definitely be terrified and cooperate with you."

The moment those words left his mouth, the scene fell silent.

Tang Sanzang froze, then instinctively turned to look at Sun Wukong. Sun Wukong stood three paces away with the Golden Cudgel resting on his shoulder, the golden fillet atop his head gleaming beneath the sunlight.

After hearing Lin Zhu's words, the expression on the monkey's face became exceedingly subtle—his lips pressed together tightly, the muscles at the corners of his eyes taut, as if he wanted to laugh but was desperately holding it in.

But when Tang Sanzang looked his way, Sun Wukong instantly changed expressions. He forced his features apart into a savage, ferocious look, bared his fangs, and widened his eyes like bronze bells, looking every bit like he was about to eat someone alive.

Tang Sanzang shuddered at the sight of that monkey face and awkwardly took half a step back, swallowing hard. From the very first moment he had laid eyes on Sun Wukong, he had felt a