"I understand!" Ye Chen caught on at once. He simply lay down on the ground and helped Zhu Bajie up. After checking his wounds, he found they weren't too serious. It seemed Zhenyuanzi hadn't intended to kill them.
As they were speaking, Zhenyuanzi swept his sleeve. A tornado appeared inside its wide cuff, and its powerful suction pulled Tang Sanzang, Ye Chen, and the others inside.
"I'll use you to pay tribute to my Ginseng Fruit Tree today!" He angrily flung his sleeve, then rode a white cloud toward Wuzhuang Temple.
Meanwhile, Sun Wukong returned from fetching water much later. Seeing the campsite deserted, he cried out inwardly, This is bad! Great Immortal Zhenyuan must have been here already. Master and the others may have met with disaster!
With no time to think, Sun Wukong waved one hand. Flying Nimbus appeared beneath his feet, and he hurried toward Wuzhuang Temple at once.
At that moment, inside Wuzhuang Temple,
With a little Magic Spell, Great Immortal Zhenyuan restored the temple to its original state. But even with his profound mastery of magic, he couldn't replant the Ginseng Fruit Tree. His heart ached. Now he stood in the main hall, with Tang Sanzang, Ye Chen, and the others bound below him. Nearby, his disciples gestured and chattered endlessly. "These Buddhist disciples are shameless! We kindly took them in, and what did they do? They stole Ginseng Fruit, and then they even knocked down the old master's beloved Ginseng Fruit Tree!"
"Exactly! They also injured so many of our fellow disciples. I say we shouldn't let them continue their pilgrimage. They should atone for their sins here and be imprisoned for all eternity!
"They can serve as slaves in Wuzhuang Temple!"
At all this arguing, Zhu Bajie remained shamelessly unconcerned and actually sprawled