Sun Wukong, who was sitting on the stool, suddenly opened his eyes, covered his head, and looked at Jin Chanzi in disbelief.

"There's something wrong with this hat."

"Monk, you lied to me."

"Why?"

"It hurts, it hurts, stop chanting. Monk, stop chanting."

The only response to Sun Wukong was the chanting of the golden hoop curse.

"Om, Ma, Ni, Padme Hum."

"Om, Ma, Ni, Padme Hum."

boom!

The Monkey King felt the pain and flew up into the sky, crashing out of the house. The mountain shattered under the Monkey King's impact, and the heaven and earth shook.

The three mountains exploded, and Sun Wukong fell into the open space in front of the house again. His screams of pain filled the night.

This sound shook heaven and earth.

In heaven, all the gods seemed to be relieved and smiled when they saw Sun Wukong's painful howls in the mirage.

At Lingshan Mountain, the Great Leiyin Temple was the sanctuary. The Tathagata was in office, Bodhisattvas lined up, Arhats sat cross-legged, the sound of chanting ceaseless, and the gazes of the numerous Buddhas were fixed on the mirage.

Seeing Sun Wukong covering his head and howling, they all smiled and nodded, their expressions relaxed.

Once the monkey enters the tight hoop, it will be subdued.

Sun Wukong covered his head and fell in front of the house.

"You lied to me, Old Sun."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh...you all really are lying to me, Old Sun."

"It hurts, it hurts, stop reading!"

"Monk, stop chanting! Stop chanting now!"

"Monk, it hurts, it hurts."

Jin Chanzi seemed not to hear and continued to chant the spell to tighten the hoop in front of the house, letting Sun Wukong roll around in pain without any intention of stopping.

Jin Chanzi is waiting, the gods in heaven are waiting, and the Buddhas of Buddhism are waiting, waiting for Sun Wukong to kneel down and beg for mercy.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong, who was rolling on the ground, supported himself with his hands, allowing the golden hoop to tighten around his head and deform his head. He slowly stood up from the ground.

The moment he looked up, Sun Wukong, who was wearing the golden hoop, suddenly disappeared, and only a golden hoop stood on the ground.

The tight hoop was right on one end of the Ruyi Jingu Bang.

Sun Wukong walked out from behind the house, slowly grabbed the golden cudgel, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in front of the gods.

The one wearing the golden hoop is not Sun Wukong, but the transformation.

Realizing the truth, the expressions of the gods in heaven and the Buddhas in Buddhism who were watching this scene suddenly changed.