Tang Sanzang really could not understand why Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva was the one who showed up every time. Where had Guanshiyin gone?
What the hell was the Buddhist School playing at?
They had a heavyweight like Guanshiyin sitting around unused, yet they kept sending a thickheaded idiot like Mahasthamaprapta?
Just look at what he had said earlier. He was stupid beyond saving!
Still, that was fine. If Guanshiyin and Tathagata had teamed up, Tang Sanzang really would have had trouble handling them. With Maitreya and Mahasthamaprapta instead, they were much easier to fool.
Just then, Sun Wukong returned.
When he saw the outfit before him, he instantly understood what it meant, having read Journey to the West back at the Little Daoist Temple.
"Did you kill the monster?" Tang Sanzang asked.
Clearly.
He really was rather interested in that.
Sun Wukong shrugged and said outright, "With Old Sun on the job, naturally, nothing was a problem."
"But where did these clothes come from? Are they meant for me?"
As he said this, a cold glint flashed deep within Sun Wukong's eyes.
If Tang Sanzang said yes, Sun Wukong would definitely kill him.
He did not give a damn about the Journey to the West. If Tang Sanzang truly chose to screw him over, he would kill him outright, even if it meant completely enraging the Buddhist School. As for what he would do afterward?
Sun Wukong could not be bothered to think about that now.
Meanwhile, Tang Sanzang had clearly noticed something wrong with the look in Sun Wukong's eyes.
As someone who had transmigrated into this world, Tang Sanzang genuinely found him hard to figure out. The Sun Wukong before him was simply too different from the one he had imagined.
Still, Tang Sanzang really had no need to trick