Wiping a handful of sweat from his brow, Tang Sanzang said happily, "Since we left the forest, we haven't come across a single water source. If we hadn't had the Quicksand River to hope for, I don't think we'd have made it here this quickly."
"Great!" Zhu Bajie dashed forward, pulled a bowl from his luggage, and rushed to the riverbank. He plunged his enormous pig's head into the water and drank his fill. Only then did he calmly draw a bowl for Tang Sanzang.
He tiptoed over to Tang Sanzang.
"Here, Master. You drink first. If it's not enough, I'll get you more."
"Thank you, Bajie."
After taking the bowl, Tang Sanzang realized the water wasn't nearly as clear as it looked. The bowl was full of mud and sand, making it almost impossible to swallow.
"Master, why aren't you drinking?" Zhu Bajie asked, puzzled by Tang Sanzang's disgusted expression.
"Bajie, is this what you just drank?"
"Of course. I drank my fill, and it was so sweet." As he spoke, he even patted his bulging belly.
"That's strange."
"What's going on? Let me see." Sun Wukong came over after taking a drink from the river. Seeing the bowl full of mud and sand, he kicked Zhu Bajie hard in the butt.
"You fool! Master's parched, and you still have time to play jokes on him? Go get him another bowl!"
After Sun Wukong gave him an earful, Zhu Bajie took the muddy bowl in his hands. "Huh? How did this happen? The water was so clear just a moment ago. How did it turn like this in the blink of an eye?" Thinking he was to blame, Zhu Bajie poured out some of the muddy water, went to the riverbank, and skimmed a thin layer of water off