Bald, with red lips and white teeth, his handsome appearance was indeed that of the dashing monk he had seen in his dream.
"Darn, this is actually not a dream!"
It was only now that Sun Wukong realized the truth and started to speculate on the Great Saint's intentions.
"Since he appeared, there must be a reason, perhaps to remind me of something..."
"Monk! Sandu... Sanzang, could it be the Great Saint's intention to ask to journey to the West with him?"
"Or should I be wary of this monk because something about him is off?"
Sun Wukong considered both possibilities but was more inclined towards the latter.
After all, the very existence of Monk Sandu was suspicious. Who else could walk out from a Zen Temple full of demons, unharmed, if not an accomplice? Could he really just be livestock brought in for food?
Come on, even livestock wouldn't be this clean. Besides, Sun Wukong had seen him kill a demon in the dream.