The man in the center wore his hair in twin immortal buns and a moon-white immortal robe trimmed with gold. His face was handsome and luminous, entirely beardless, like a young man's. Clear qi flowed around him, with purple clouds faintly shielding him. The Fly-Whisk in his hand stirred slightly, and he seemed detached from the mortal world.
The man on the right wore a purple-gold crown and a blue brocade court robe. His face was square, his long beard fell to his chest, and an imposing dignity rested between his brows even without a trace of anger. His back was ramrod straight, and he held a scripture scroll, his gaze unwavering.
The man on the left wore a carefree headscarf and a Mysterious Black immortal robe. His face was lean, with a slight beard beneath his chin. A faint smile lingered at his lips, and he held a feather fan. As his gaze swept over everyone, it paused for half a breath on the three pulling the cart, and his smile vanished.
Bajie planted the Rake on the ground and narrowed his little eyes, looking up the slope.
Once he recognized the newcomers, he blurted out, "Great Mao Perfected Lord? What brings you here?"
Bajie's gaze swept over the faces of the three great immortals in turn. Seeing how they had gone deathly pale in an instant, lowering their heads without daring to speak and trembling all over, he suddenly understood.
He pointed at the three "great immortals" and gaped at the newcomers.
"No way?"
The man in the center shook his head at Bajie with a wry smile.
The man in the center was none other than the Great Mao Lord Mao Ying. His gaze fell on Xuanzang, and he offered a Taoist bow, then turned toward Wukong,