"Wukong, you know I have many friends," Xiong Daoren said. "The kasaya isn't with me right now; I lent it to a friend to look at. He said he would return it to me at the Buddhist Robe Assembly. Why don't you, brother Wukong, come back and take a look during the Buddhist Robe Assembly?"
Of course, that was unacceptable. What if he bumped into the real Sun Wukong at the Buddhist Robe Assembly? Besides, there would be so many cultivators with profound cultivation there; how could he possibly defeat them?
"No way, I'm already here; can't you let me have a look before I leave?" the Six-Eared Macaque pretended to be displeased.
"Considering how long we've known each other, I never thought you'd be so stingy. Just a kasaya, and you're sneaking around, hiding it. What's that about? If you don't want me to see it, then just say so. Don't give me other reasons; I'm not even keen on seeing it."