Guanyin Bodhisattva had no way to deal with Sun Wukong.
She clearly knew this monkey was behind it all, but all she could do now was glare at him before turning to Zhu Bajie, even more furious within:
"Can't deal with that monkey? Can't I deal with you?"
With a thought,
the willow branch that had turned into ropes around Zhu Bajie immediately tightened. Zhu Bajie began crying "Ow, ow" again, collapsing straight onto the ground as he shouted:
"Mercy, Bodhisattva! This disciple won't dare again!"
"Master, save me!"
"Senior Brother, save me..."
Only then
did Tang Sanzang snap out of his daze.
He first prepared to bow to the Bodhisattva, then noticed the coarse porcelain bowl still in his hands. He hurriedly set it down, pressed his palms together again, and called out:
"This disciple Sanzang pays respects to the Bodhisattva!"
"Bodhisattva, please spare Bajie... Though the rumors that this disciple's flesh grants immortality are somewhat exaggerated, Bajie's actions were understandable. There is no harm in fulfilling his obsession..."
Tang Sanzang pleaded with utmost sincerity.
But seeing the strange look in the Bodhisattva's eyes, a thought suddenly struck him, and he could not help crying out:
"Does this disciple truly possess the power of immortality? I've had my share of bumps and scrapes since childhood... Surely giving Bajie a few drops of blood would be nothing?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva snorted coldly.
"Nothing?"
"You now possess the cultivation of ten lifetimes, with the merits of ten lifetimes gathered upon you. The reason others can gain immortality is only because they receive a share of your accumulated fortune. Even giving someone a trace would ruin your state of perfection and greatly affect the scripture-seeking mission!"
"And you call that nothing?"
As she spoke, she looked toward Sun Wukong again.
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