Everyone in the scripture-fetching party, Sun Wukong included, involuntarily exchanged glances. This experience had truly taken them by surprise.
Sun Wukong in particular felt he had gained a great deal. His state of mind had risen by leaps and bounds, and before long, he would be able to enter the middle stage of the great Luo golden immortal realm.
As for the reason behind all this, there was no need to dwell on it. This family was certainly no ordinary household, but for now, they seemed to bear the party no ill will.
Indeed, after undergoing a trial of love within that grand dream, Sun Wukong felt he had reaped tremendous rewards.
Birth, aging, sickness, and death; separation from those one loved; enduring resentment; unfulfilled longing; the inability to let go.
Each member of the scripture-fetching party had his own thoughts. After all, each had undergone his own experiences.
Tang Three Treasures was silent as well. All he did was cry a little too much and lecture his disciples a little, yet in the illusion, he had actually talked two little monsters into killing themselves. "Surely it wasn't that bad, was it?"
Sha Monk, on the other hand, had little on his mind. He had merely played a bit part in the story, though having his body swapped through the Soul-Transferring Great Art had given him a different sort of experience.
Zhu Bajie had played the second-in-command and had quite a few scenes. The crucial thing was that Patriarch Grape had looked a little like his master, Patriarch Bodhi.
Zhu Bajie could not help casting a few more suspicious glances around. He kept feeling that something was terribly wrong with this illusion.
He no longer dared pursue that thought. Perhaps he was overthinking things. How could someone like Patriarch Bodhi,