"Black Monkey, aren't analysis and data your favorite hobbies? What do you make of this? Why do I feel like Master Guyue is drilling piles into the ground?"
The bespectacled Black Monkey adjusted his glasses in a cultured manner and said, "Ever heard of car-shaking?"
The others tilted their heads with puzzled expressions.
Black Monkey explained, "I guess this is what they call a Mountain Shake!"
The group suddenly saw the light: "Oh..."
...
Inside the cave, Tang Sanzang was like a madman, flinging Master Guyue around and smashing her against the cave walls all night long.
As the effects of the alcohol faded, Tang Sanzang's movements gradually stopped. Then, swaying with each step, he fell with a thud onto Master Guyue's bed, drooling in his sleep.
Meanwhile, Master Guyue was sprawled and disheveled, her body covered in black and blue bruises, her face almost unrecognizable, and when she opened her mouth, not a single good tooth remained...
