It's way beyond just Sanzo's little five-shot revolver and martial arts skills, too. Unlike his master, he can't throw fire and lightning around even if he chanted for it first. He doesn't know how.

So in response, Sanzo sticks his gun back up his sleeve and then puts his hands together, palm to palm in front of his chest.

And he begins to chant. Rapid-fire, the cadence way faster than it would be for a ceremony. What is he doing? About ten seconds into it, there's an answer; the Maten sutra on his shoulders ripples in a wind that isn't there.

Of course, the stirring of such a potent magical artifact isn't going to go unnoticed by the enemy, either. Some of them notice. A few start to split off and charge over, intent obvious -- stop that shit.