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Tang Sanzang, with a blackened face, said, "What 'neck-posting skill'? You just hit me! I told you, I'm not old Tan, not old Tan! If you can't recognize me, look at the clothes to tell, okay?"
The Yellow Lion Spirit, with a face full of astonishment, said, "Ah? I... I got it wrong again?
I'm so sorry, truly sorry, really sorry.
It's just that I'm used to identifying bald heads, this... this has gotten...
My apologies, deep apologies..."
"Go, go, go, hurry up and go!" Tang Sanzang impatiently shooed away the Yellow Lion Spirit and then continued to delightfully gaze at the beauties around him.
The Yellow Lion Spirit was puzzled, stroking his chin, muttering to himself, "That's not right... With the force of my blow just now, even an elephant should have gone down. That guy's neck... it's like it was cast from steel..."
Suddenly, the Yellow Lion Spirit had an epiphany, slapping his hand, "I got it!"
