Those two words fell.
Sanzang stared blankly at Xuanzang, pressing his palms more tightly together.
The dark shadow behind him paused as well.
It had no face and no eyes, yet it was looking straight at Xuanzang.
The corners of Sanzang's mouth twitched, as though he wanted to smile.
But the moment they moved, a coppery sweetness welled up in his throat. He forced it back down and said hoarsely:
"Fellow cultivator."
Sanzang's voice was terribly quiet.
"Jiang Liuer has already let go, so why..."
Sha Wujing was still kneeling on one knee beside him.
He looked at Sanzang, then at Xuanzang.
"Master..."
Xuanzang did not answer him.
He looked at Sanzang and stepped forward.
His sole touched the ground with a soft yet unusually clear sound.
As he walked, he asked:
"You just said this body is a dream, that it would dissolve when the dream ended, and that would be a clean release?"
Xuanzang took another step.
"You just said, where is the self, and what place is not a dream?"
Sanzang nodded with a bitter smile. "That is indeed so."
"If I do not dissolve, neither will it."
Xuanzang suddenly raised his voice. "Who told you that?"
Sanzang froze.
Xuanzang walked toward him, step by step.
His voice grew louder, his tone heavier.
"All that talk of a great dream ending in emptiness."
"All that talk of all things being empty."
"All that talk of emptiness being the self."
"All that talk of the self being emptiness."
He stopped before Sanzang and looked down at him.
Sanzang tilted his face up to look at Xuanzang.
Then he heard Xuanzang say:
"If you ask me."
"It's all bullshit!"
As that shout fell.
Golden light blazed in Wukong's eyes. He hoisted the Golden Cudgel onto his shoulder and