"Eldest Martial Brother, there seems to be a wisp of cooking smoke ahead. There should be a household nearby. Let's go take a look and rest for a while, shall we?"
Zhu Bajie was drenched in sweat as he kept staring ahead. He muttered under his breath, then suddenly pointed into the distance and spoke excitedly.
When he heard that there was cooking smoke ahead, Sun Wukong had not yet had time to respond when Tang Sanzang, sitting atop the White Dragon Horse, suddenly sat up. He stared ahead, raised a hand to shade his eyes like Sun Wukong, and searched anxiously.
"Where is it? Why can't I see any cooking smoke?" Tang Sanzang stared for a long while before asking gloomily.
Sha Wujing laughed. He turned his head while leading the horse and said, "Master, you have a mortal body now. Your eyesight only reaches a few hundred meters at most. We can all see it. There should be a household ahead."
"Good, good, good. Wujing, my disciples, hurry over there. I can barely hold on any longer. I don't even know why it's so scorching here. It feels almost the same as Flame Mountain."
Urged on by Tang Sanzang, the group headed toward the cooking smoke in the distance.
After walking for more than an hour, Tang Monk finally dismounted and stood nervously at the entrance of a residence.
"Wukong, you just said there was something wrong with this residence. Are you sure? It looks perfectly fine to me."
Sun Wukong was utterly speechless.
After they had approached, they had indeed seen a courtyard, and there should have been living beings inside. The only problem was that the residence was far too beautiful.
The surroundings were nothing but barren mountains and wilderness, a desert of sand and rock.