Zhu Bajie nodded as soon as he heard this. "You've got a point. But Old Pig isn't afraid. I know the art of enduring battle, after all. A few wives will do. Once we're married, they definitely won't be able to leave me."
"The art of enduring battle? What is that?" The astronauts from Faction ABD were utterly baffled.
They understood what Old Pig was saying, but they had no idea what those four words meant together. "A method for fighting wars?" Belang asked doubtfully.
However, the people from Faction C's eyes lit up, especially the male astronauts. Their eyes practically turned red.
After swallowing hard, one of them said, "Mister Zhu—Grandpa Zhu—could you please teach us this method?"
"We're willing to do all this work for you. We only ask that you teach us this battle art."
They suddenly recalled how haggard Gao Cuilan had been when Sun Wukong first met her.
Pig Eight Precepts had truly broken new ground.
They said there were only oxen worked to death, never fields plowed to ruin.
But Old Pig was an exception.
"You need talent for that. You lot don't have it." Pig Eight Precepts swept his gaze over them and immediately shook his head.
Everyone was instantly disappointed.
Pig Eight Precepts then went back to his farmwork.
Then someone else said, "Mister Zhu, we hope you can help us."
"Fine. What do you want me to help you with?" Pig Eight Precepts also wanted to see what these visitors from beyond the heavens were capable of.
"Can you teach us cultivation?"
Pig Eight Precepts shook his head. "You want to cultivate? Cultivation isn't easy. Finding a master isn't easy either. Do you know you have to pay tuition to take on a master?"
"We do. It's called a master's gift,