The bandits charged at them with a howl as soon as they heard.
Sun Wukong looked up at Tang Sanzang and inquired, "Master, what do we do?"
Tang Sanzang replied indifferently, "They're neither women nor demons..."
Zhu Ganglie scratched his head and asked Sun Wukong in a low voice, "What does Master mean? Did you understand?"
Sun Wukong slightly shook his head...
The White Dragon Horse whispered, "Idiots, women are useful, demons are edible, but these evildoers are neither; hence, they're not worth the Master's time to think about their fate."
The two were suddenly at a loss for words.
Zhu Ganglie tentatively asked, "Master, do you mean we should show mercy?"
Tang Sanzang brought his palms together and said with a face full of compassion, "Amitabha, what I mean is... beat them up!"
The disciples were first taken aback, then they came to their senses, stamped their foot, reverted to their true forms, and then...
"Demons!"
