Guanyin stopped chanting the Golden Fillet Spell, and Zhu Bajie collapsed limply onto the ground like a puddle of mud, gasping for breath.
Cold sweat beaded on his forehead, his robes had long since been drenched through, and his hands and feet had reverted to their original forms from the unbearable pain.
They had become pig trotters and hooves.
Guanyin said, "Zhu Bajie, do you know your mistake?"
Upon hearing Guanyin's words, Zhu Bajie did not dare hesitate. He hurriedly scrambled up from the ground.
He knelt before Guanyin. "I was wrong. Old Zhu knows he was wrong."
He kept banging his head against the ground.
His forehead was bleeding.
Zhu Bajie had already experienced the power of the golden fillet. He did not want to endure that kind of pain again.
He could only admit defeat.
Not only did he have to admit defeat.
He also had to admit his mistake.
His attitude was truly sincere.
Seeing this, Guanyin's lips curved into a cold smile. Zhu Bajie had been so arrogant before her just moments ago.
Yet now, before her eyes, he was just as miserable.
Miserable to the extreme.
"This is the consequence of opposing me and the Buddhist Sect."
Guanyin sneered inwardly.
Guanyin sat upon a red lotus, incomparably sacred, while the pure white holy lotus beneath her seemed impossibly lofty.
Guanyin said, "Zhu Bajie, since you know your mistake, are you willing to protect Tang Sanzang on his Journey to the West?"
"I am!"
"I am willing! Old Zhu is willing!"
Zhu Bajie kowtowed as he hurriedly answered.
The golden fillet was already on his head. Being at another's mercy, could he refuse? Of course he was willing.
Even if he was unwilling in his heart, Zhu Bajie had to be willing in both