Zhen Yuanzi sighed helplessly, his face a picture of distress, and casually tossed the blame back onto Guanyin.
When an honest man put on an act, his acting was far more seasoned than that of young pretty boys like Sun Wukong.
"I, I..."
Guanyin stood with her mouth open, completely taken in. Faced with the deeply troubled Zhen Yuanzi, she could not find a single thing to say.
This disaster was even worse than the one she had just suffered.
She simply had no idea how to handle it.
"Bajie, what do you think we should do now? That old fellow Zhen Yuanzi seems dead set on making things difficult for us. He won't even show the Bodhisattva any respect. I'm afraid he doesn't want us to fetch the scriptures."
Meanwhile, Sun Wukong likewise hurled a great pot of blame straight into Zhu Bajie's face.
"Protector of the Imperial Horses-no, Brother Monkey, y-you tell me what we should do. That's Zhen Yuanzi! He's of the same generation as the Three Pure Ones, those Saints. If he really is determined to make trouble for us, our skinny little arms and legs can't possibly twist that mighty thigh of his."
Zhu Bajie wore a mournful expression too, realizing how serious the problem was.
If Zhen Yuanzi truly meant to make things difficult for them, never mind Bajie-even his master Xuandu probably could not do anything if he came in person.
What could he possibly do?
Zhu Bajie finally understood why Guanyin could not save the Ginseng Fruit Tree.
With Zhen Yuanzi sabotaging her from the sidelines, how could she save the tree?
"Bajie, asking me won't help. I don't know either. Who told us to be so stupid? Ever since we entered the Five Villages Temple, Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi has been