Jin Chanzi had a defiant look on his face.
"I've long known you were a traitorous disciple," he said to Jinzha. "Bah! You are no longer a disciple of mine. You are a thief, a black-hearted scoundrel."
"If that is truly the case, you deserve to die a thousand deaths," he sneered. "The moment I decided to undertake the Journey to the West, I anticipated dying in a foreign land. I just never imagined it would be at the hands of a thief like you."
He craned his neck forward and approached. "Today, you two are plotting to murder me. Even as a ghost, I will report this to the Buddha and have you both punished!"
Old Turtle and Jinzha were caught in a dilemma.
They hadn't anticipated Jin Chanzi would cut off their escape route with his words.
Now truly in a bind, they had no idea how to proceed or handle the matter.
Because of this, Old Turtle dared not sink any further, though the water had already risen above their ankles.
