Wukong: Master's Temper Is Not Very Good

Five hundred years later, at the foot of Five Fingers Mountain, Wukong looked around. "Boom, bang, bang…" There was a sound of metal rubbing against the ground, and Wukong opened his eyes to look. The monk held a cigarette in his mouth and dragged the end of his staff with his left hand, dragging it on the ground. The monk's muscles were bursting. There were nine black dragons tattooed on his body and arms. His cassock was draped over his shoulders, and he was holding a baggage in his right hand. "Bangdang..." The monk blew a puff of smoke into Wukong's face. "You're such a loser monkey." Wukong's cheeks twitched as he looked at the fierce-looking monk. "Who can tell you how to defeat a monkey? I am equal to Heaven..." Wukong bared his teeth and showed a fierce look on his face, which was so scary. "Bang bang bang..." "You are equal to you, you are older than you, I am your master, yet you dare to attack me." The monk said that he punched and kicked Wukong until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and then he looked at him coldly with a cigarette in his mouth. Wukong felt aggrieved again and again: "Stop fighting, Master, I was wrong, I was wrong." This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.