"No one can constrain your freedom? What a joke!"
The Victorious Fighting Buddha burst into laughter, his words filled with mockery. He looked at Sun Wukong with pity and exclaimed, "Have you forgotten why you were punished by heaven, why you were imprisoned in the Eight Diagrams furnace, and why Tathāgata pressed you under the Five Finger Mountain for five hundred years?"
Sun Wukong refused to listen, his face still smashing into the ground like mad. Gradually, a layer of fierce flames began to lick over the surface of his body.
These flames, similar to the Samadhi Real Fire, quickly heated the iron mask until it glowed red-hot.
"Hiss— Has the Supreme Heaven Great Sage gone mad?"
"He's not mad, he's trying to save himself!"
"What exactly did Tathāgata do to Sun Wukong?"
"All Buddhas are hypocrites. It seems there is some reason in the gods expelling the Taoism of Buddhism."
