Sun Wukong harbored ill will, silently chanting the Tightening Spell in his mouth.
"Ah~" Tang Sanzang, who spoke with righteous indignation, suddenly let out a cry of pain, clutching his head and tumbling down onto the green stone, writhing in agony on the ground, as his Virochana Hat fell beside him. A Golden Hoop was clasped tight around his gleaming bald head, looking just like a golden thread, tightly strangling him, impossible to remove or tear off, having taken root in this life.
Enduring the soul-piercing pain, Tang Sanzang, feeling the Golden Hoop on his head, knew all too well what had happened and cried out in anguish, "Wukong, how dare you harm your master?"
Sun Wukong, with his Jingu Bang propped against his neck above the Prayer Beads, heard Tang Sanzang's shouts and bellowed in anger, "Damned baldy, it was you who first intended to harm me!" He no longer called him the little monk.
Tang Sanzang immediately began to silently recite the spell in his mind.
