"Monkey, the weather is quite nice today; it's not suitable for fighting, don't you think?" the Tang Monk said with a panicked face.
Sun Wukong slowly walked toward the Tang Monk, holding an iron rod in his hand.
"Monkey, don't be impulsive," the Tang Monk said, but accidentally tripped over a stone and sat down on the ground.
"Those who offend me must die!" Sun Wukong raised the Jingu Bang.
Just as Wukong was about to strike, he felt a tightness on his head.
"What's happening?!" he exclaimed.
A piercing pain emanated from his head.
With a thud, the iron rod fell to the ground.
Sun Wukong lay on the ground, clutching his head and rolling around, his face twisted in pain.
"Stinking Monk, what have you done to me?!" Sun Wukong said, clutching his head while casting a sidelong glance at the Tang Monk.
"I haven't done anything; it's just that you feel pain because you want to kill me," the Tang Monk said.
Sun Wukong realized in his heart, it was the tightening spell.
