As the former Deputy Marshal Tianpeng and the current Pure Altar Emissary of the Buddhist Realm, Zhu Bajie dearly wanted to say he was not the sort of pig who coveted wealth. But! Looking at the glittering Night-Shining Pearl in Ao Chun's hand, he simply could not get the words out.
I'm poor, this old pig!
Ever since he had been banished to the mortal world, the Heavenly Court had stopped paying his salary. He had thought that, after becoming the Pure Altar Emissary, he could collect the Buddha Lord's leftovers every day and gradually build up a sizable fortune. But who could have guessed that the Buddha Lord never left any food behind? For the past three hundred years, he had been forced to rely on offerings from worshippers within a ten-mile radius. His was not the only temple within those ten miles, either, so his income was meager. He was truly penniless!
The fact that he could still barely make it through winter was already a blessing from heaven. Faced with the temptation of such an exquisite Night-Shining Pearl, Zhu Bajie felt that it was truly hard... terribly hard to resist.
Then, with his brows tightly furrowed and his teeth clenched, he snatched the Night-Shining Pearl from Ao Chun's hand and said, "All right. Seeing how sincere you are, this old pig agrees!"
"Haha, thank you, great master! Oh, no-thank you, Master!" Delighted that Zhu Bajie had agreed to take him as a disciple, Ao Chun hurriedly pressed his palms together in thanks.
Then he looked at Chenxiang beside him and asked Zhu Bajie, "Master, what about Chenxiang?"
"Him?" Zhu Bajie paused in the middle of stroking the Night-Shining Pearl. He glanced at Chenxiang, who was looking at him with an ingratiating expression, and curled his lip in