Your Mom! Tang Sanzang Explodes: Where Are Your Manners?! Wukong, You've Broken a Precept!

Tang Sanzang crouched behind a rock, cautiously poking out half his bald head. Covering his mouth with his sleeve, he asked in a low voice, "Wukong, do you see that demon?"

Sun Wukong glanced back at him, his brow twisted into a knot, his tone full of irritation. "These eyes of old Sun can see the fortunes and misfortunes of a thousand miles by daylight. Even a dragonfly spreading its wings within a thousand miles can't escape my sight, yet I just can't see your dead horse."

He pointed at the ravine water and asked righteously, "So where exactly is your horse? Why did the demon have to eat your horse?"

Listening to Sun Wukong say "your horse" over and over, Tang Sanzang's expression visibly darkened. The corner of his mouth twitched, his lips moved, then twitched again. At last, he could not hold back any longer and said in an extremely restrained tone, "Wukong, could you stop saying 'your horse' every other word? Why does it sound so strange coming from you?"

Sun Wukong tilted his head, his monkey face full of innocence. "What's wrong with what old Sun said? It's your horse, not old Sun's horse. Of course it's your horse."

"That isn't the problem."

Tang Sanzang took a deep breath. He felt that perhaps discussing civilized language with a monkey was indeed his own problem. So he waved a hand, trying to steer the conversation back. "Wukong, there is something very wrong with the way you speak. This isn't something a person should say. It's far too crude."

Sun Wukong blinked and nodded earnestly. "Old Sun isn't a person to begin with."

Tang Sanzang: "..."

He was choked speechless for a long while. Swallowing hard, he thought that trying to reason with this monkey was simply asking