Tang Sanzang shook his head with a bitter smile and said firmly, "Of course not. Even though many things have already changed, I still want to realize my former dream. I still want to retrieve the true scriptures and fulfill the promise I once made."
"Good, Master Sanzang. Since you feel that way, I'll make you a promise as well. Once you finish retrieving the true scriptures, I'll definitely give you all a satisfactory outcome."
Tang Sanzang turned and pointed at his two disciples before saying, "Sage Wu Feng, I know these two villains must have done some bad things before, forcing you to punish them. But could you let the matter go for my sake?"
Seeing their master plead for them, Sha Wujing and Zhu Bajie both burst into tears. They knelt on the ground, clinging to Tang Sanzang's legs and sobbing like children.
Tang Sanzang lowered his head and stroked his two disciples, murmuring, "The two of you have a deep affinity with Buddhism. Don't waste it. Walk the journey west properly to its end. Many things will fall into place naturally, and you will surely witness scenes you once found impossible to imagine."
"When that time comes, you'll find your present selves utterly laughable. Those petty, scrabbling schemes will seem so childish and meaningless."
Faced with their master's earnest teachings, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing both wept and kowtowed, each of them looking deeply ashamed.
As Tang Sanzang murmured, Wu Feng suddenly realized that something about him had changed.
It wasn't Tang Sanzang's appearance. Rather, his entire being was now filled with an aura that Wu Feng couldn't describe.
The aura carried the presence of Buddhism, but also that of the Primordial Origin, along with a trace of the warmth of mortal life.
Wu Feng sensed that