It's indeed a case of asking for rain and getting it, asking for wind and getting it. Although Sun Wukong felt something was fishy about the monk who had appeared at this time, because logically Heaven could not have been aware of the incident in such a short time to send someone to the Lower Realm again, the man had already arrived before his eyes. There must have been some turn of events.
But the surging will to fight within him had left Sun Wukong with no time to think further. With a wave of his hand, the Jingu Bang flipped a few times before resting on Sun Wukong's shoulder. Shouldering the Jingu Bang, Sun Wukong burst forth, tearing through the sky.
