Lin Tian had just taken a sip of wine when he spat it out.
"Damn, my wine isn't cheap! That mouthful cost at least a million Spirit Stones!"
Hearing Lin Tian speak, Zhen Yuanzi rubbed his forehead helplessly.
Zhen Yuanzi looked Sun Wukong over again, inwardly grumbling. Boundless Heavenly Venerable, my foot! How is this a Saint's disciple? Even a monster with a slightly higher cultivation would be far better than him.
Seeing that Zhen Yuanzi still would not answer, Sun Wukong grew puzzled. After thinking for a moment, he continued, "Don't worry, Daoist. Even if we belong to opposing sects, I won't make trouble for you, much less bring anyone from my sect here. You can rest easy."
Hearing Sun Wukong's words, Zhu Bajie could no longer hold back. He hurried to his feet and ran outside, calling to the three of them, "My stomach's hurting again! You carry on chatting."
He dashed out of the hall, found a secluded spot, and clutched his belly as he burst into laughter.
Sun Wukong looked curiously at Sandy. "Sha Junior Brother, what did Bajie eat? Why does his stomach keep hurting?"
Sandy shook his head. "Eldest Senior Brother, I don't know either!"
Sandy had always been honest and a man of few words. If he said he did not know, he apparently really did not.
Yet the monkey never stopped to consider how Zhu Bajie could possibly have diarrhea.
Meanwhile, Zhen Yuanzi, who remained in the hall, was utterly speechless after hearing Sun Wukong's words. He cursed inwardly, What kind of nonsense is this? Sitting here discussing the Dao with this monkey would simply make me a laughingstock among the learned!
At that thought, Zhen Yuanzi feared Sun Wukong might utter something else earth-shattering and hurriedly said, "That isn't the case.