When the master kicked the table, the Monkey King already held the staff in his hand.

Almost at the moment the cup hit the ground, he darted out like lightning.

"Wukong, smash his golden body for me!" the master shouted from behind, "I want to take it back as a gift for the king!"

The Monkey King chuckled, "Sure thing, I'll twist off this big Buddha head of his and take it back to Flower Fruit Mountain as a chamber pot!"

The golden-banded staff came down heavily.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound echoed through the heavens, sparks flew in an instant, and golden dust fluttered down.

"Huh?" the Monkey King exclaimed.

At the broken arm of the Buddha, a huge black tentacle emerged, with numerous mouths on top, each mouth resembling an eye.

"Evil beast!" the Tathagata snorted, and the massive tentacles swept towards the Monkey King from all directions.

The Thunder Monastery surged with a foul-smelling black water, while the Buddhas watched the scene with smiles.

The Monkey King was quickly caught, and countless spiders crawled out of the Tathagata's numerous cracks, pouncing on the Monkey King.

"Ah, I knew you were no good, but I didn't expect you to be this disgusting." The master sighed, leaning on his Zen staff as he stood up, "But a monk does not lie. When I said I would kill your whole family, I meant it!"

With that, he stamped his Zen staff, and golden light spread out like ripples from under his feet, forming a golden lotus flower in the air.

"Wukong, watch closely, this is my unique skill: the Buddha's Wrathful Golden Lotus!"

The golden lotus hung in front of the Tathagata and exploded with a thunderous roar.

The dazzling golden light was blinding and deafening.

The golden dust fell from the Buddhas, revealing decaying bodies covered in insect eggs.

After a few breaths of silence, I caught a whiff of a strong foul smell.

A crack opened in the golden light, and a surge of black tide sprayed out.

Wait, that wasn't a black tide, it was a swarm of spiders.

With their hairy legs, they swarmed towards the master.

Sha Wujing held his crescent-moon spade, guarding in front of the master.

The insects crawled up his legs and soon covered his face.

But he stubbornly stood in front of the master, refusing to leave.

"Damn!" The master sweated profusely, gritting his teeth, "This thing's skin is really thick!"

"Bajie," the master suddenly turned to me, "Is it for Miss Gao?"

It sounded nonsensical to others, but it exploded in my ears like thunder.

Over the years, I had suspected countless times whether he had already seen through my identity.

It turned out to be true, he just didn't want to say it.

His gaze was full of kindness, without a hint of blame.

Tears welled up in my eyes, "Master..."

Before I could finish speaking, the black tide suddenly surged and engulfed them.

The Zen staff lost its luster and rolled to my feet.

"It's getting more and more troublesome."

The Tathagata burped, spitting out the Monkey King's golden hoop.

Guanyin smiled, "No matter how much this unruly monkey causes trouble, he can't escape your Five-Finger Mountain!"

The Buddhas nodded in agreement.

But soon, their smiles faded.

The Tathagata was bleeding, a three-inch-long gash appeared on his arm, and countless white maggots fell to the ground.

On the ninth journey to the West, the Tathagata was injured.