At this moment, Tang Monk was utterly terrified, with the images of the ferocious tiger and thieves beaten to death by the monkey flashing incessantly in his mind, the bloody scenes causing his heart to shudder non-stop.
"Impossible," he muttered to himself, "the Bodhisattva said this Golden Hoop grows roots upon touching flesh."
"Ha-ha, the tight hoop, the tight hoop, is but a manifestation slave to the mind," the monkey spoke with pride. "Now that I, Lao Sun, have steadied the mind monkey and tamed the willful horse, how could this tight hoop control me?"
