Sun Wukong quickly put on the Tight-fillet Ring, rolling around on the ground with a howl of grief before Xuanzang could even start chanting. "Master, please stop chanting! Please!"
Xuanzang was a stubborn monk. After staring blankly for a moment, he quickly played along with Sun Wukong's excuse, lowered his head, and began to chant the spell.
This really put Sun Wukong through misery. The iron hoop took root in his flesh, impossible to pry off or remove. It suddenly tightened, squeezing his monkey head into the shape of a slender gourd.
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