After the White Bone Spirit's Primordial Spirit fled, only the howling wind remained in the mountain hollow.
Wukong put away the Golden Cudgel, walked up to Xuanzang, and said in frustration:
"Master, that demon is slippery. She got away again."
Seated on the tiger's back, Xuanzang looked at the shattered bones strewn across the ground, gently shook his head, and sighed:
"Then, Wukong, go after her."
Xuanzang's gaze pierced the mist in the mountain forest, his voice calm and resolute:
"If she insists on eating this monk's flesh, let her eat it."
"What?!"
All three disciples cried out in unison.
Wukong said, "Master! Even if she truly suffered an injustice, why go this far? Besides, her words were half truth and half lies. She's a Corpse Demon who devours people without spitting out their bones! You can't believe everything she says. Why not let Old Sun capture her first and question her again?!"
Zhu Bajie hurriedly nodded as well and cried out anxiously:
"Master, her story may be moving, but she could have cobbled it together from hearsay! Going this far to deliver her is really too much!"
Xuanzang gently brushed Wukong's hand aside and looked at his disciples, a soft light shining in his eyes:
"No need. Their suffering stems from our failings. This is only right."
"Wukong, find her. Tell her this monk is willing to cut off his flesh as alms, but she must also hear this monk tell a story to its end."
"For every passage she hears, I will cut off a slice of flesh."
"Master..."
Wukong still wanted to persuade him.
But Xuanzang had already closed his eyes and pressed his palms together, silently reciting scripture. His mind was made up and could no longer be changed.
Wukong was helpless. He knew that once