At this thought, Chun Zang lost all appetite. He raised his eyes toward the west. Other than a towering snow mountain, there was only the gloomy sky. Snowflakes still drifted down from within the crimson clouds, showing no sign of letting up. Such oppressive weather was enough to make anyone angry!
"Let's go..." Chun Zang took a few bites to finish the peach, carefully buried the pit in the snow, and waved his hand.
"Master, you should eat a few more!" Zhen Han hurried after him. "There are so many peaches. Wouldn't it be a waste if you don't eat them?"
"You lot eat them, or save them for the next meal!" Without even turning his head, Chun Zang braced himself on his monk's staff and trudged onward, one foot deep and one foot shallow in the snow.
Zhen Han smiled faintly and nodded. "Yes, Master!"
As he spoke, he waved a hand, and the peach tree immediately landed on Dragon Horse Zhen Feng's back, knocking against the oilcloth. It seemed that what lay beneath the oilcloth was not scriptures at all!
But Dragon Horse Zhen Feng was having none of it. He leaped about, trying to shake off the peach tree, and cursed, "Damn it, I'm the Tenth Prince of the East Sea no matter what! How can you just throw a peach tree onto my back? You clearly have a Cosmic Bag. Wouldn't it be enough to put it inside?"
"What do you know?" Since Chun Zang had laid the matter bare, Zhen Han no longer bothered to hide it. He rebuked him, "This is the monk's rations for the next meal. If you don't carry it, who will? Putting it on your back is your merit. Putting it in my Cosmic Bag would turn it into dog