"Lodikalang told those Rakshasa women that since their bloodline could no longer continue, they should stop seeking to preserve it. Their bodies would die, but as long as their souls did not enter the cycle of reincarnation and remained in the Rakshasa Kingdom generation after generation, the Rakshasa Tribe would endure forever."
After hearing this, Bajie rolled his eyes around a few times, then suddenly slapped his forehead.
"I get it!"
Sha Wujing turned to him. "What do you get, second brother?"
Bajie thrust out his belly, looking rather pleased with himself. "Isn't it obvious? That demon must have cooked up some sinister method to keep the souls of the dead Rakshasa women here, then have the living Rakshasa women give birth to them again."
"One dies, one is born. After dying, they come back again, over and over. Even if no new souls are born, wouldn't that amount to never dying?"
Sha Wujing nodded repeatedly as he listened. "You're clever, second brother."
For once, Little White Dragon did not needle him either. After considering it for a moment, he said, "If that really could be done, it would indeed be a way for their race to continue."
Bajie immediately beamed. "See? I, Old Pig, just can't be bothered to use my brain most days!"
Then he looked at Wukong. "Brother Monkey, why aren't you saying anything?"
Wukong did not smile. He frowned and thought for a while. "It does make sense."
Then he looked at Guanyin. "Bodhisattva, I still feel something's wrong. If it's really as the fool says, that would explain the Fetus-Reflecting Spring, but where did the Abortion Spring come from? How did that demon gain that ability too?"
The smug look on Bajie's face froze, and he sucked in a breath. "Hiss... you do have a