Before his words had even faded,
the Samadhi True Fire on his body suddenly surged.
Then two utterly different auras burst out of his body, one golden, the other black and red.
All three tangled together, none yielding to the others.
"I don't care who they are!"
Red Boy roared, "They're them, and I'm me!"
"My name is Niu Shengying! I'm Red Boy! I'm the Holy Infant Great King!"
"I'm not them!"
"Get out of my body!"
His words had barely fallen when the sound of flesh splitting rang out.
Two heads forced their way out beside his shoulders.
The one on the left had the face of a rakshasa, like a vicious ghost, its features bitter and its face streaked with tears.
The one on the right had delicate features, like an immortal or a Buddha, its sacred countenance solemn, a smile upon its lips.
The one in the middle had a savage face, like a demon, its eyes crimson and its expression full of wrath.
Three heads, six arms, and flames all over his body.
"Get out! All of you, get out!"
The middle head was Red Boy's own true form. Roaring, he raised two arms and battered the faces on either side.
Smack! Smack!
His fists slammed hard into their faces.
Yet the heads on either side remained unmoved. They neither dodged nor resisted, merely enduring his blows in silence.
"What gives you the right to decide for me?"
"What gives you the right to say I'm you?"
"Why won't you get out?!"
The little face in the middle, flushed red with anger, suddenly tilted up and roared at those ahead:
"Ao WujI! Old monk! You, Bodhisattva! Tell me! What gives them the right to be in my body?"
Xuanzang neither moved nor looked at Red