Zhu Bajie did not care about any of that. He spoke up first. "Monkey Brother, hurry up and fetch me some water. So what if it means taking a life? It's not as if I've never killed before!
"Besides, once I'm done, I can just repent properly before the Buddha!"
"You fool!"
Sun Wukong had not intended to make Tang Monk decide so soon either. Hearing Zhu Bajie's words, he smiled and said, "Third Junior Brother, stay here and look after Master. I'll be right back!"
Sha Wujing obediently nodded in agreement, but he made a point of finding two cushions in their luggage and placing one under Tang Monk and the other under Zhu Bajie.
Zhu Bajie was groaning in pain. When Sand Monk put the cushion beneath him, he even muttered a muffled word of thanks.
But what Sand Monk said next infuriated him. "The ground is too cold. You're pregnant, so you mustn't catch a chill!"
"Why, you—!"
Zhu Bajie angrily tried to take a swing at Sand Monk, but the instant he moved, his stomach began hurting again. "Ow! Ow!"
Although Tang Monk was pale himself, he still chided Sand Monk. "Wujing, stop teasing your Second Senior Brother. Hurry and prepare some water. I keep feeling unwell."
"Right away!"
Sha Wujing promptly went to start a fire, though there was a distinct spring in his step!
Meanwhile, Wang Yue and Old Turtle exchanged looks, at a loss for words, and simply sat there waiting.
Before long, before Sha Wujing had even brought the water to a boil, Sun Wukong returned!
After landing, he set the bucket in front of Zhu Bajie and remarked, "Who would have thought I'd run into an old acquaintance even out here!"
Like a starving tiger pouncing on its prey, Zhu Bajie