Pigsy was knocked flat on the spot!
His entire body was embedded three zhang underground, sprawled in the shape of a Chinese character for "great." He did not climb out for a long while and lay motionless, as if he were dead.
Tang Sanzang grew anxious when he saw this. He called out Pigsy's name several times, but received no response, so he had no choice but to ask Krakucchanda Buddha and the others for help.
Krakucchanda Buddha glanced at Tang Sanzang in surprise, thinking that Tang Sanzang really was different from Jin Chanzi. He was far too kindhearted. Pigsy had wanted to kill him, yet he was still thinking of Pigsy's welfare. It was truly remarkable. No wonder Buddha had chosen someone like him to undertake the Journey to the West. Perhaps only someone like this could complete the eighty-one tribulations?
Krakucchanda Buddha fell into thought.
If they replaced him with someone who was a little more clear-cut about grudges and gratitude, that person might not be able to complete all eighty-one tribulations. Tang Sanzang's reputation as a holy monk was not without reason.
Moreover, the Journey to the West plan had to contain eighty-one tribulations. If even one were missing, the plan's effectiveness would be greatly reduced.
Without sincerity, kindness, and stubborn determination, how could anyone complete the eighty-one tribulations?
Once Krakucchanda Buddha was reassured, he waved his hand. A Buddhist ring descended and shot into Pigsy's back. Before long, Pigsy's body trembled, and he flipped himself upright, seemingly coming back to life.
At this moment, however, Pigsy had a swollen, bruised face and a lingering look of fear. His eyes rolled about rapidly. After waking, he said nothing and merely stood beside Tang Sanzang, looking exactly like a devout believer.
"Pigsy. You were supposed to die, but