"So what do you propose we do?" Sun Wukong was so angry that he stopped caring about everything.
"Wait a sec, Mr. Monkey," Tian Peng said, giving Sun Wukong a gentle push, signaling weakness, "Our main issue now is dealing with Buddhism, so it's certain that we need to think of an extraordinary method, one in a million. Otherwise, let's discuss it some more."
Sun Wukong snorted and did not respond to Tian Peng.
Patiently, Tian Peng continued to speak to Sun Wukong, "Mr. Monkey, don't be mad, I really can't come up with anything without your help. My brain just can't think of any good methods. Please, Mr. Monkey, I am asking you."
Sun Wukong's expression slowly softened, and he coughed, "Cough, just as I was saying, without me to come up with ideas for you, you're lost. So what should we do now?"