1. No one knows why he caused a big fuss in the sky. He fell in love with Guanyin. Like a naughty child, he wanted his mother's attention. If the golden hoop was not given by her, he would have been beaten to death long ago when the old monk recited the spell. The golden hoop tightened inch by inch, and the pain was not in the head, but in the heart. Those demons could be killed by just one finger of his, pretending to be unable to fight back so as to get close to her. Sometimes the southern wind blew, and Bajie asked him why he was tearing up, he said that the fire eyes and golden eyes were injured by the fireworks five hundred years ago.
2. Sha僧: "Second Brother, do you still miss Xiulan from the Gao Village?" Bajie shook his head while looking at the figure ahead carrying the golden hoop staff. Wukong: "Master, after we obtain the scriptures, follow me back to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruits." Tang僧: "Wukong, do you think we are merely obtaining the scriptures? I want to discuss Buddhism with Tathagata all night." Saying this, his face turned red with shame, but unknown to him, the white dragon horse under him was already in tears.