What else can Tang Sanzang say besides expressing his appreciation and recognition in his heart for the arrogant words of monkey?

Let him continue to work hard?

He is worthy of being the Great Sage of the Monkey King and also deserves to be my good disciple!

Tang Sanzang sighed in his heart, then handed the purple gold bowl to the monkey again and said, "Go and wash the bowl."

Suddenly, the monkey who had just waved Fangqiu and pointed out the country and regarded Guanshiyin Bodhisattva as nothing, turned dark in an instant.

“No washing!”

"Wukong..." Tang Sanzang's face showed a hint of dissatisfaction and taught a lesson. "How come you are so unscrupulous? Even if you don't want to clean up your purple gold bowl, what kind of thing will you do? You still want to achieve the right result?"

"Nonsense..." The monkey said disdainfully, with his eyes on his side. "You ask the Monkey King to help you wash the bowl? Humph, you want to go, you can go by yourself!"

"What an ungrateful monkey, I sacrificed my life for the master to protect you in front of Guanyin Master. I didn't expect that I would not even be a small matter like washing a bowl. If you encounter any dangers and difficulties in the future, wouldn't you abandon your master and escape?" Tang Sanzang scolded sternly, as if the monkey was doing such a traitor.

"this……"

For a moment, the monkey always felt that there was something wrong, but he couldn't find the reason.

After thinking about it carefully, it seems that helping the master wash the bowl is really not a big deal, and it is a duty for disciples to fulfill. But I, Lao Sun, is the great saint of the world. Wouldn't it be embarrassing to help him wash the bowl?

"well……"

At this time, Tang Sanzang couldn't help but sigh, revealing deep fatigue and sadness, just like an old father who was abandoned by an unfilial son. He was really sad and the listener was crying, and slowly took out the golden flower hat from his sleeve and handed it to the monkey.

For some reason, the monkey saw the golden flower hat and was deeply attracted by it. After taking it instinctively, he spoke.

"Master, what is this? A gift to me, Lao Sun? But even so, I can't imagine that Lao Sun will help you wash your bowl."

"Gift? No, you misunderstood. The teacher who has always been democratic just wants to give you two choices. Either, help him wash the bowl, or, the teacher put the hat given to you by Guanyin Master on your head and recited the tight spell, so that you can't live or die, and then wash the bowl."

"What?!"

The monkey, who had an expression of inattention, was furious immediately, shook his head slightly, and his golden eyes blinked repeatedly, and immediately realized that the golden flower hat that he loved had been secretly used to use his magical powers.

"What a ruthless plot, my old Sun almost said to the woman..."

Then, the monkey, whose chest was so angry that his eyes were slightly red, took out the golden cudgel from his ears and wanted to drive the somersault cloud.

"What a Guanyin of the South China Sea. My old man went to her to ask her why she had to do this. If she couldn't tell her clearly, I will teach her how to try my old man's golden cudgel and pound her purple bamboo forest in the South China Sea."

However, as soon as the monkey's feet left the ground, a slender and tender palm floated lightly on the monkey's shoulders.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a huge force that was hard to estimate poured in, and the monkey was instantly pressed back to the ground and fell into a huge pit.

Tang Sanzang, who had already faintly lit up the "righteous light" behind his head, looked at the monkey who was pressed by his single palm and fell into the pit, and asked softly.

"Wukong, what do you mean if you don't help me wash my teacher's bowl?"

"Monk, let go of my old grandson. How could Guanyin dare to plot against me like this? How could she forgive her?" However, the angry monkey kept struggling.

"Wukong, look..." In an instant, the light behind Tang Sanzang's mind became brighter. He pointed to the purple gold bowl in his hand, and his tone was filled with a gentle and delicate feeling, which quietly melted into the monkey's heart.

"Look at this bowl, it's big and round, can you tell why?"

The monkey felt the powerful force pressing on his shoulders and became even more intense. He immediately became a little more awake and asked subconsciously. "Why?"

Tang Sanzang smiled but said nothing, and simply let go of the hand pressed on the monkey's shoulder and stuffed the bowl in his hand into the monkey's hand.

"Go and help me cleanse the bowl, so I can realize it."

The monkey, who was half of his body pressed into the pit, hesitated for a moment, and finally stuffed the golden cudgel back into his ear, picked up the purple gold bowl and ran towards the nearest water source.

Why, this bowl is big and round?

The monkey was squatting at the water source to wash the bowl while thinking about this issue.

After a while, the monkey stared blankly at the purple gold bowl that had been washed in his hand, and suspected that the monkey was born.

I, Lao Sun, really washed this bowl?

In an instant, the monkey who was suspected of being born, returned to Tang Sanzang's side with a little confused eyes, feeling that his brain was like a ball of mud, chaotic.

"Master, why is this bowl big and round?"

"very good……"

Tang Sanzang, who took the purple gold bowl from the monkey and stuffed it back into his bag, touched the monkey's head and said, "Wukong, you must know that there are not so many reasons in the world. The same is true for Master Guanyin to plot against you."

"The world is chaotic, either you plot against me or I plot against him. Doesn't Wukong understand? Keep yourself, keep your mind clear, and all the dreams will naturally float away with the wind."

What?

You said this is a mess?

In fact, it is not wrong. If Tang Sanzang thought of it in a short moment of work in the monkey washing bowl, it would be strange if it could stand up to scrutiny.

However, with the light behind Tang Sanzang's head, it was extremely convincing.

Furthermore, only by using the monkey's cultural level of writing with a fist and a pen, only if the loopholes can be found can there be ghosts.

For the monkey, under the power that Tang Sanzang could not resist, he understood that he did not have the ability to resist at all.

This is the case when facing the Tathagata, Tang Sanzang, and generally speaking, the same is true when facing Guanyin Bodhisattva?

"Hongmeng's first original is not natural, and we must break the stubbornness of the Ming Dynasty..."

As Tang Sanzang's last words came into the monkey's ears, the monkey vaguely realized something and was motionless in the same place.

Tang Sanzang finally fooled the monkey with his eyes and thought that he would never have time to think of any golden cudgel anymore. Then he started packing his luggage, rode a white horse and continued to travel west.

"Let's go, Goku..."

"Yes, Master." The monkey, who was still a little trapped in the horns, responded instinctively.

"Wukong, since you don't want that hat, I will give it to me..."

"Well..." The monkey instinctively handed over the hat, and said after a moment of silence.

"Master, thank you..."
Chapter completed!