"Wukong, why are you talking to it?" Looking coldly at the monster blocking the road in front of him, Chen Xuanzang suddenly felt murderous intent in his heart. He put away the beads, grabbed the golden hoop with one hand and pushed Sun Wukong away with the other.
"Master, please don't commit murder again." Sun Wukong was anxious and scratching his head, but there was nothing he could do. As a master, he didn't even dare to take back his golden cudgel. He knew his master's temperament well and beat up monsters more ruthlessly than anyone else. I followed the master, did I really go to the West to learn the scriptures?
