Fahai would rather have Xuanzang swing the Purple-Gold Alms Bowl at him than endure his nagging.
He could not beat him in a fight, nor did he dare curse him out.
Xuanzang and Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva both seemed to speak gently, but there was a subtle difference.
Ksitigarbha was good-natured and a man of few words; he usually stopped once he had made his point.
Xuanzang's nagging, however, left him no escape from a single sentence. It was sheer torture.
Even Chen Xiang, watching from the sidelines, could not help muttering, "This is torture."
Chen Wei held his teacup, his expression unchanged.
He understood this method of wearing down the hawk all too well. Unyielding steel snapped easily; Xuanzang was hammering this demon-slaying weapon into shape.
Six hours later.
"Amitabha Buddha." Xuanzang studied him carefully, then finally nodded in satisfaction. "Excellent. At last, your true nature is revealed. Fahai, go."
The moment those words left his mouth,
Fahai felt as though he had received a pardon. He strode over to Sun Wukong and pressed his palms together. "Holy Buddha! Your shoes are clean! Please teach this humble monk the arts of subduing demons and vanquishing fiends!"
"Teach you?"
Sun Wukong cast him a sidelong glance and teased with a chuckle, "No hurry. First, tell Old Sun something. Since you're Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's disciple, what real skills did you learn during all those years in Emerald Cloud Palace?"
At this, Fahai's expression turned solemn. "World-Honored Ksitigarbha..."
"Enough, enough!"
Sun Wukong waved impatiently, cutting his incantation short. "Old Sun asked what skills you learned. Why are you dragging out your master's name? Tell me something besides that!"
Fahai choked on his words, the imposing air he had just mustered trapped in his chest.
He struggled for a long while, his face flushing crimson. The