Great Demon Sun Wukong-Chapter 549 - 513 This is the Journey to the West | (2)_2

"No."

"You said no?" Tang Monk was very puzzled, "Didn't you say the monkey wanted to kill me? Since you can't read his mind, how do you know that?"

"Hehehe... The monkey has been continuously practicing his striking posture behind you with an iron rod. I think he might be considering how to beat you to death with a single blow before the magical constraint causes him unbearable pain."

Tang Monk shuddered again.

He hadn't expected that, in addition to countless demons on the road wanting to devour him, there was also such a terrifying time bomb hanging over his head.

"Then what on earth should I do?" Tang Monk was anxious.

"No problem, that magical constraint of yours is of very good quality," Sandy said.

"Why do you say that?" Tang Monk asked, not understanding.

Monk Sha took a deep breath, looking as though he had something to say but hesitated.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Tang Monk asked anxiously.

"I can't tattle," Sandy said as he picked his nose.

Tang Monk furrowed his brow and took out half a chicken leg from his bosom; it was given to him by Sun Wukong at the Five-Finger Mountain. He had been reluctant to eat it because it was the only meat he had tasted since he was born.

Sandy snatched the chicken leg from Tang Monk and devoured it greedily.

"Come on, speak," Tang Monk urged, swallowing his saliva.

"Because the monkey has already tried to hit you many times, but every time before he could land a hit, he was in such pain that he rolled on the ground," Monk Sha said while eating.

"But why didn't I know about it?" Tang Monk was a bit puzzled.

"Because he hits you in the middle of the night while you sleep soundly, not even Zhu Bajie's snoring can wake you up."

"Tsk tsk, I find you're showing less and less respect for your second elder brother," Tang Monk said, stroking his chin.

"That's because the leadership has changed," Monk Sha wiped the grease from his hands on the ground, but ended up with a handful of sand.

"But you don't show much respect for me either."

"That's because we've got a leader who's easier to bully," Monk Sha then wiped his hands on his body, brushing off the sand.

"Luckily, the magical constraint Guanyin gave is very effective, otherwise, I might have been beaten to death long ago," Tang Monk patted his chest.

"Hehehe... That's not necessarily the case," Monk Sha laughed coldly, "Originally, the monkey would faint immediately from the pain, but now he just rolls around in agony. So, I surmise he might have developed an immunity to your magical constraint."

Tang Monk panicked.

Hearing what Sandy said, Tang Monk's heart fluttered with panic.

Just like Sun Wukong had said, he was worthless, absolutely incapable of managing the three disciples around him, let alone Sun Wukong, who made all the Heavenly Gods tremble. His only reliance was the magical constraint given by Guanyin, and without it, what awaited him was only death.

"However, I think for the time being the monkey is still very afraid of you, no, of the magical constraint on his head, so he has stopped trying to kill you. You are safe for now," Monk Sha said.

Hearing this, Tang Monk finally relaxed and felt somewhat exhausted.

"Hoo~" Tang Monk let out a long sigh and lay down on the ground, fast asleep.

"Hoo~" Tang Monk woke up from his dream, rubbed his eyes, and asked, "Bajie, what time is it now?"

"You've been sleeping for a whole day, from yesterday afternoon to this morning." Zhu Bajie didn't even look at him, concentrating on his own business.

"What's wrong with you?" Tang Monk asked.

"Nothing, nothing, mind your own business." Zhu Bajie replied perfunctorily.

Sandy said slyly, "That pig got into a fight with the monkey yesterday and ended up with a limp foot."

"That's really interesting." Sun Wukong leaped down from the tree, staring at Zhu Bajie.

Tang Monk shivered.

He realized that Sun Wukong was really like a time bomb, ready to explode with the slightest provocation.

"Monkey, no, Wukong," Tang Monk said, "I think we should live in harmony, should we not?"

"Back off, faggot!" Sun Wukong bellowed, sneering, "I'm just thinking about some stuff."

"What stuff?" Tang Monk asked.

"None of your business," Sun Wukong replied and headed toward the forest, "I'm not coming back for lunch."

"Awesome, now I can eat a double portion!" Zhu Bajie exclaimed excitedly as he jumped up.

Tang Monk watched Sun Wukong disappearing into the distance, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

"Monk Sha, do you think the monkey might kill me?" Tang Monk asked uncertainly.

"No, he can't harm you because he has a tight band around his head," Monk Sha answered, "At least he can't harm you personally."

Monk Sha gave Tang Monk a mischievous smile, stood up, and walked over to the white horse to gaze at it intently, "Do you think it's possible to milk a horse?"

"..." Tang Monk turned away and looked toward the forest where Sun Wukong had disappeared.

When Sun Wukong emerged from the forest again, it was already afternoon.

"You're really slow, as slow as a pig," Tang Monk remarked sitting on a rock.

"Nonsense, I'm actually very quick!" Zhu Bajie retorted angrily.

Tang Monk just shrugged helplessly, looking at Sun Wukong.

"Hehehe..." Sun Wukong just chuckled and sat down on another rock, bypassing Tang Monk.

"We can set off now," Monk Sha said, carrying the luggage.

"Wait," Sun Wukong interrupted with a glint of panic in his eyes, "I want to bask in the sun."

Tang Monk looked up at the sky, where dark clouds blocked the sun, letting through no sunlight.

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"Monkey, if you want to kill our master, just say it, no need for all this fuss," Zhu Bajie glanced at Sun Wukong and said.

Sun Wukong also glared at Zhu Bajie without uttering a word.

Time seemed to freeze in that moment, no one spoke, and it was extremely quiet all around.

With a "bang," the luggage was thrown on the ground by Monk Sha.

"I'm going to sleep, call me when we're leaving," Monk Sha said.