After the White Bone Spirit transformed into a gust of demonic wind and fled, only a young girl's corpse remained where she had stood. Within moments, it began to rot. The imposing air on Tang Sanzang's face faded, leaving only sorrow and compassion.
"Alas... I wonder whose daughter was harmed by this demon. How pitiful! Her family must be heartbroken, unable to find her!"
Hearing this, Sun Wukong subconsciously thought:
Her family needn't be heartbroken...
They were killed by the demon too!
Before he could say anything, Tang Sanzang softly uttered a Buddhist invocation and then shouted at Zhu Bajie:
"Bajie, come bury this female benefactor!"
Naturally, Zhu Bajie wanted to slack off.
But Tang Sanzang had just slapped him, and his authority was still fresh!
So he could only grumble and step forward reluctantly. With a few casual strikes of the Nine-Toothed Rake, he dug a large pit and buried the corpse. Tang Sanzang then sat cross-legged on the spot and began quietly chanting sutras for her.
Sun Wukong's heart stirred.
Golden light flickered in his eyes as he looked toward Tang Sanzang.
He immediately revealed a startled expression. It was not as if he had never looked at Tang Sanzang before, but he suddenly realized that at some unknown time, a golden ring of merit had appeared behind his master's head. It was ethereal and faint, yet undeniably real...
When Tang Sanzang finished chanting, more golden light descended.
Sun Wukong muttered to himself:
Perhaps... this is the true path to Buddhahood?
After Tang Sanzang stood up, he turned toward Sun Wukong and asked with gleaming eyes:
"Wukong, that gust of demonic wind from before..."
"Was it not dead yet? Who knew how many innocent lives that demon had harmed? If we let it remain in these mountains, would