After seeing someone who could be considered an old acquaintance, Zhu Bajie stopped the White Dragon Horse and said with a grin:
"Brother Curtain Roller, we drank together back then. Now, Old Pig is escorting a scripture seeker of the Qin Empire to Great Thunderclap Temple in the West to obtain the true scriptures. How about you make way for us for the sake of our old friendship?"
Curtain Roller feigned surprise. "A scripture seeker from the Qin Empire? Could it be the one sent by Buddha and the Bodhisattva to Great Thunderclap Temple to obtain the scriptures?"
The moment Zhu Bajie heard that, he immediately became certain. This guy had infiltrated the pilgrimage team just like him.
"That's right, that's right. Brother, you're suffering in this river too. We haven't seen any villages around during our journey here. Why not come with us on the Journey to the West, earn some merit, and perhaps even become a Bodhisattva in the Buddhist Sect someday?"
Curtain Roller immediately went with the flow and agreed without hesitation.
Yet he still had many doubts in his heart. At the beginning, the Bodhisattva had come to tell him that the scripture seeker reincarnated from Golden Cicada would pass through this place ten times, and only the last one would be the true pilgrim heading west to obtain the scriptures.
However, after waiting several centuries, he had encountered only three, and he had devoured all of them alive.
Then he had waited for so many more years without another appearing, and suddenly it was time for the final crucial moment.
Guanyin Bodhisattva in the heavens nodded. It seemed she would not need to make an appearance.
After coming ashore, Curtain Roller knelt directly before Xuanzang and kowtowed three times, bowing nine times. He spoke in