"How is it possible? You monk are talking nonsense. My Monkey Brother is proficient in the seventy-two transformations, how can he not transform into a pine tree? That's impossible!" Upon hearing this old monk's words, Zhu Bajie immediately shook his head and said.
"Yes, Elderly Abbot, my second senior brother is right, how could my senior brother not transform into a pine tree? You are mistaken!" Sha Wujing also nodded along at the side, saying to the old monk.
However, the old monk's face remained very calm, with eyes quietly focused on Sun Wukong, paying no mind to Sha Wujing and Zhu Bajie's words, and said, "Is what I said true?"
Sun Wukong's eyes carried awe as he looked at the old monk before him, then he nodded and said, "Indeed, you old monk do have some skills to calculate that I, Old Sun, cannot transform into a pine tree!"
After speaking, Sun Wukong stepped back two paces, silently acknowledging the old monk's supposed calculation ability.
