"It's been nearly eight hundred years." Sha Wujing replied.
"Yes. The last time was when I returned to the Heavenly Court and led the Heavenly River Navy in exterminating Buddhist disciples. We only caught a fleeting glimpse of each other."
"It's rare that you still acknowledge me as your junior brother."
"Haha."
The great river wound majestically through the land, its current rushing fiercely and occasionally forming whirlpools as it encountered underwater currents.
Along the winding riverbank ran a grassy road of yellow earth, which twisted and turned as well. Beside the road stood a dilapidated little pavilion. One of the two men sat inside it, motionless as a mountain. He was so tall and broad-shouldered that he could barely avoid smashing the pavilion apart simply by sitting there. The other stood outside, looking like a wealthy gentleman who had stopped to ask for directions. Nothing about him seemed extraordinary.
Yet both men were extraordinary people, and they chatted like this.
Marshal Tian Peng had once risen to a high office, but he had first lost in the power struggles and factional infighting, then been banished to the mortal world and turned into a pig demon despised by all. Later, on the Journey to the West, he had fought countless demons of the mortal world and great gods of the Heavenly Court who had deliberately lowered themselves to serve as mortal enforcers. After enduring countless battles, he had attained enlightenment, then rebelled against Buddhism and returned to the Heavenly Court, only to be defeated in the end...
All those experiences had erased the imprints once etched into his soul. He was no longer that Marshal Tian Peng, no longer that pig demon, and no longer that Namo Altar Cleanser Envoy Bodhisattva.
The official airs, meticulous habits, ferocity, and Buddhist nature