With Zhu Bajie now added to Tang Sanzang's scripture-seeking group, the three of them made their preparations and naturally set off once more.
After watching the party leave, Guanyin finally let her slightly anxious heart settle back into her belly.
One could say that, apart from Zhu Bajie getting a little full of himself, nothing unusual had happened during this trial.
She returned to Spirit Mountain with her mind at ease.
But she had barely left, and they had traveled for less than half a day, when Zhu Bajie set down the luggage.
"Master, stop for a moment. Monkey, you carry this luggage."
"Hmm? Bajie, what did you say?"
Tang Sanzang reined in his horse. Seeing Zhu Bajie staring rudely at Sun Wukong, he was rather surprised.
"Master, what your disciple means is that Sun Wukong should carry the luggage while I scout ahead. Since I'm your disciple, your safety comes first. Such an important duty should naturally fall to me."
Zhu Bajie looked at Sun Wukong, ready to throw his weight around.
The illustrious Marshal Tianpeng, reduced to Tang Sanzang's porter.
He couldn't accept it.
He had only volunteered earlier to put on a little show.
Now that he was Tang Sanzang's eldest disciple and Sun Wukong was merely a bodyguard, the job of porter naturally belonged to Sun Wukong.
"What? Zhu Bajie, what do you mean by that? You're the elder's eldest disciple, but Tathagata and the others hired me. I only take orders from Tathagata and the elder. Since when did an outsider like you get to order me around?"
Sun Wukong hadn't expected Zhu Bajie to start already.
Give Zhu Bajie three shades of color, and he really dared to open a dyehouse.
"Hahaha, Great Sage, our eldest Senior Brother really can't behave himself. He's truly