Journey to the West: Break the entire Western Heaven!

Tang Sanzang looked at Sun Wukong with a gaze that was certain, doubly certain, absolutely certain, and full of unparalleled sincerity, nodding emphatically and saying, "Definitely."

All was silent between heaven and earth....

Redness filled Sun Wukong's eyes, his fists clenched tight, grinding his teeth in anger!

The bald one had a dumbfounded look; an expression that said, "I'm weak, hurry up and hit me."

Sun Wukong was torn inside: "This baldy is bullying me too much, I really want to kill him!

But seeing that guy's expression, it's clear he hasn't hit anyone in years and is in dire need of a punching bag to vent his emotions, just waiting for someone to show up.

If we really start fighting, it'll most likely be me who gets killed…

But to let it go like this would be too humiliating.

What to do..."

Just then, a roar echoed: "Roar!"

A fierce tiger with eyes like hanging bells and a white forehead appeared before the two men, roaring loudly and looking mighty!

In that moment, Sun Wukong thought he saw a way out and quickly turned his head to look, with the anger of the Great Sage Equalling Heaven bearing down on the tiger!

The bald one also looked over, his face showing the dissatisfaction of a duck that's been cooked but somehow flew away.

The two of them, neither good birds, looked down from their heights with a gaze that seemed to say, "I'm going to kill you," at the white-foreheaded fierce tiger.

The previously mighty white-foreheaded fierce tiger, in an instant, became weakened, helpless, and pitiful, staring at the two peerless ferocious beasts.

"Master, leave this one to me," Sun Wukong, with a belly full of anger and nowhere to release it, seemed ready to vent as he rubbed his fists and palms together.

However, Tang Sanzang ignored him and stared seriously at the white-foreheaded fierce tiger, asking, "Little tiger, I understood your roar just now. You were saying I'm bald, right?"

After saying that, Tang Sanzang's gaze gradually sharpened, becoming ferocious.

The white-foreheaded fierce tiger had a clueless look. Although it could not understand human language, it could sense that the bald one was wrongly accusing it. But since the tiger couldn't argue in human tongue, it could only accept the blame.

Sun Wukong's face darkened as he thought, "Damn, this baldy is just looking for any ridiculous excuse to pick a fight, isn't he?"

Feeling life-and-death danger, the white-foreheaded fierce tiger tucked its tail and turned to run…

But at that moment, a large hand and a staff came down simultaneously!

Boom!

Before long, smoke from cooking rose gently into the air...

A bald monk and a monkey wearing almost nothing sat there, eating heartily.

Both were dripping with grease as they ate.

One, by nature greedy-mouthed, loved good food;

The other hadn't eaten meat in over four hundred years;

It was no wonder the two of them were eating so happily.

Having eaten their fill, Sun Wukong leaned against a big tree, picking his teeth as he asked, "Master, aren't you a monk? How can you eat meat?"

Smack!

A shoe hit Sun Wukong in the face.

"You're the monk, your whole family is made of monks!" Tang Sanzang cursed irritably. He casually cut the tiger skin into a cloak and put it on, his bald head fitting into the tiger's head, which made him look less shiny.

Sun Wukong didn't quite understand this monk. Wasn't it supposed to be a monk who came to rescue him according to Guanyin Bodhisattva? Why would this guy not acknowledge his own profession?

However, one thing he found reassuring was that the sneaky baldy had tacitly accepted his calling him 'Master.'

Sun Wukong looked enviously at Tang Sanzang, who was clad in a tiger skin cloak and looked imposing, then at his own nearly bare backside and complained indignantly, "Master, give me some tiger skin too? I can't be following you with my butt bare; it reflects poorly on you too."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang nodded and said, "You make sense."

Sun Wukong rejoiced, thinking, "Finally, I'll have clothes to wear!"

But the next moment, he saw the baldy dive into the woods, and soon after, he came out holding a white rabbit.

Sun Wukong had a bad feeling...

The next moment, he looked down at the white triangle of his undies, the rabbit fur, and the sexy panties, feeling like crying but unable to shed a tear!

The key point was, the rabbit's head was positioned right on top of his junk, making it look incredibly goofy!

"You have clothes now, let's go."

Tang Sanzang patted Sun Wukong, signaling that they could set off.

Sun Wukong said, "Master, do I really have to wear this?"

Tang Sanzang's gaze gradually became fierce as he asked with a smile hanging on his lips, "I spent three seconds catching the rabbit, and another one minute and twelve seconds making these pants for you. Are you telling me you're not going to wear them? Are you sure?"

Looking at that threatening face, Sun Wukong bitterly compromised, "I'll wear them, wear them... Happy now?"

Tang Sanzang's expression shifted like a Sichuan opera face change, suddenly becoming gentle, as he smiled and said, "Good disciple, let's go."

Following behind Tang Sanzang, Sun Wukong tilted his head, pondering from which angle he could knock the guy out...

But he also understood the gap in strength was too great, to attack rashly would mean death.

So, he temporarily abandoned the thought.

However, if he couldn't beat him, what about running away?

An idea struck, and Sun Wukong moved closer, "Master, with your immense strength, why not fly directly to Mount Ling?"

Tang Sanzang answered casually, "Because I don't know how to fly."

"Huh?!" Sun Wukong's eyes lit up, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his lips, "Master, you must be joking, right? With your strength reaching the skies, how could you possibly not know how to fly?"

Tang Sanzang shook his head, "I truly don't know how."

"Oh..."

"Somersault Cloud!"

With a loud cry, Tang Sanzang looked up only to see Sun Wukong had somersaulted nearly out of sight in the sky! He scratched his bald head, muttering, "So this is flying?"

With one somersault, Sun Wukong covered a distance of 108,000 miles. Seeing the baldy wasn't following, he couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha... I'm finally free! Go on your own damn scripture-fetching journey, you thieving baldy!"

The moment the words 'thieving baldy' left his mouth, Sun Wukong shivered, and then he felt something above his head, blocking the sunlight.

At the same time, the temperature around him dropped suddenly, giving him the sensation of being targeted by a Ferocious Beast.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar...

"No way?"

Slowly lifting his head, Sun Wukong saw a bald head above him, looking down with a dark expression, flashing him a grin.

"Mas... Master... Didn't you say you couldn't fly?" Sun Wukong exclaimed.

The baldy replied, "I can't fly, but I can jump! You do your somersaults, and I jump. Is that so strange?"

Then the baldy had a realization, smacking his own head, "Could this be flying?"

Sun Wukong, with a crying tone, said, "Of course that counts as flying!"

The baldy replied, "Oh... I see now, what you call flying, is actually just jumping far!"

Sun Wukong felt an urge to smash his head into the ground. What kind of thought process is this!

But the next moment, he really started crying.

"Monkey, what did you just call your master?"

"Master."

"No, the line before that."

"It was still 'Master'!"

"Your master doesn't like liars! Tell the truth, and I won't make things difficult for you."

"I called you 'thieving baldy'."

"Take this punch!"