Seeing this, the Black Bear Spirit flew into a rage. "You really don't know what's good for you, monk. If it weren't for the Golden Pill you gave me, I would've devoured you alive long ago. You wouldn't be standing here mouthing off."
The Golden Pill had already been swallowed, so the Black Bear Spirit naturally had no reason to keep up appearances. Just as he bared his claws and prepared to devour the gray-robed monk before him, a sudden, searing pain in his abdomen made him drop to his knees after only a couple of steps. The pain ran from his esophagus all the way to his stomach, and even his heart began to pound faster and faster.
"You! What did you make me eat? That wasn't a Golden Pill at all! Who are you?" Only now did the Black Bear Spirit realize he'd been tricked. The gray-robed monk, who had worn a faint smile the whole time, was clearly no abbot from the temple. "What you ate? It was something good. Its cultivation is beyond anything you could hope to match. If you can absorb it completely, the title of Son Goku will belong to you, Black Bear Spirit."
The gray-robed man continued to shake his head with a faint smile.
His words left the Black Bear Spirit sweating profusely. "You mean you made me eat that Bimawen?"
The Black Bear Spirit had never imagined that Sun Wukong, whom he had been guarding against day and night, had slipped quietly into his stomach without him noticing. As soon as he said the name Bimawen, the pain in his abdomen suddenly intensified, and the Black Bear Spirit rolled back and forth on the ground, howling in agony.
"Who are you? Why are you trying to hurt me?" Enduring the