Submitting

"Bodhisattva, I also wish to submit, but please have this man remove his Divine Ability first, otherwise he'll beat me to death."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xuanzang immediately swam out of the Flowing Sand River and returned to the shore.

Sha Wujing struggled to climb out of the Flowing Sand River and slowly made his way to the shore.

Zhu Bajie knew that the person who had just spoken was the Pilgrim Muzha, so he quickly led Tang Sanzang to greet him.

Tang Sanzang and Muzha bowed to each other, and then Tang Sanzang met with Zhu Bajie.

Seeing this, Zhu Bajie said to Muzha:

"Flowing Sand River claimed that he was originally the Curtain-Raising General in the Heavenly Court, and that he was banished to the mortal realm by the Jade Emperor for breaking the crystal lamp."

Upon hearing this, Muzha smiled and said to Zhu Bajie and Tang Sanzang:

"Please do not worry, everyone. He is the messenger sent by the Bodhisattva to retrieve the scriptures, waiting for you to proceed."

After Muzha finished speaking, he took out his magic gourd and said to Sha Wujing:

"Quickly remove the nine heads from your neck and use this magic gourd to combine them into a ship so that Tang Xuanzang can cross over."

Upon hearing this, Sha Wujing quickly removed the nine heads from his neck, saying as he did so:

"These nine heads on my neck are the previous nine incarnations of Golden Cicada. Now that the real Golden Cicada has finally arrived, I will put them to great use."

Sun Wukong had already jumped down from his Somersault Cloud and saw Sha Wujing, saying to him:

"Come with me first, I'll introduce you to my master."

Upon hearing this, Sha Wujing suddenly recalled the agony he had suffered at the hands of Tang Xuanzang in the Flowing Sand River. However, the current situation was not as he had wished, so Sha Wujing could only nod and follow Sun Wukong to Tang Xuanzang's side.

When Tang Xuanzang met Sha Wujing, he was very pleased with Sha Wujing. Sha Wujing quickly said to Tang Xuanzang:

"Master, please forgive me. I was blind. If I had known it was you, I certainly wouldn't have arrested you."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xuanzang smiled and said to Sha Wujing:

"You don't need to blame yourself too much. If I had known you were also going to the Western Heaven Paradise with me to obtain the scriptures, I wouldn't have beaten you so badly in the Flowing Sand River."

After Tang Xuanzang said this, it seemed that a few black dots appeared on Sha Wujing's head.

Just then, Tang Xuanzang asked Sha Wujing, "Do you have a Dharma name?"

Upon hearing this, Sha Wujing quickly said to Tang Xuanzang, "Master, please don't worry too much about this. Bodhisattva Guanyin has already chosen a name for me."

Upon hearing this, Tang Xuanzang felt extremely disappointed. He thought to himself:

"It's such a pity. I was hoping to show off my cultural knowledge to him, but it seems I won't be able to."

Tang Xuanzang suddenly remembered the Buddhist name he had given to Zhu Bajie in Old Gao Village.

After thinking about this, Tang Xuanzang couldn't help but shake his head, feeling extremely regretful.

Then Tang Xuanzang said to Sun Wukong:

"Wukong, quickly bring me the dagger and help Sha Wujing shave his head."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately took a knife and scraped it on Sha Wujing's head and face until Sha Wujing's head was shiny.

Just then, Sha Wujing put the gourd and the nine heads together, and in an instant it turned into a boat, Tang Sanzang entered.

The boat glided slowly forward in an instant. It crossed the Flowing Sand River, where the wind and waves were calm and the boat was as fast as an arrow. After a while, Tang Xuanzang was not covered in mud or water.

The master and disciples bowed to Muzha with their feet firmly planted on the ground. Muzha, Muzha, put away the gourd, and the severed heads transformed into nine gusts of yin wind, dissipating into nothingness.

At the same time, Bodhisattva Guanyin said to the master and his disciples:

"Now that the four of you have met, you can begin your journey to the Western Heaven to retrieve the Buddhist scriptures."

Upon hearing this, the four disciples immediately bowed to Bodhisattva Guanyin, who then slowly departed.

Afterwards, the four travelers traveled through countless mountains and rivers, seeing endless wildflowers and weeds, and soon it was autumn, the season when all plants withered.

As Ao Changsheng observed the four travelers from the sky and then looked down at the red trees covering the mountain, he couldn't help but recall a phrase that everyone used to say in his previous life.

Life is short, let's drink until we're drunk!

After thinking about this, Ao Changsheng smiled, shook his head, and turned to leave.

Meanwhile, the four travelers were heading Western Heaven. After a while, as dusk fell, Tang Xuanzang grew worried and said to Sun Wukong:

"Sun Wukong, it's so late now, where should we go to rest?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but tease Tang Xuanzang:

"Master, what you're saying is a bit strange. We monks live a life of ease, sleeping on the ground and under the sky; anywhere is home."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but complain to Sun Wukong:

"Senior Brother, you only know how lightly you walk, but little do you know that the object is already panting heavily. It's already so late. Why don't we find a place to paint in the studio, and then rest for a while to recharge our energy? That's the right thing to do!"

"Fool, your words seem to carry a hint of complaint. This is no longer your Old Gao Village. You can't just laze around and enjoy yourself here. Now that you've converted to Buddhist Order, you must be able to endure hardship and be diligent. That's what a disciple should do!"

Zhu Bajie's tone seemed to carry a hint of complaint, to Sun Wukong immediately retorted.

Upon hearing Zhu Bajie immediately turned to Sun Wukong and said:

"Brother Monkey, do you know just how heavy this load of luggage is?"

Sun Wukong scratched the fur on the back of his hand, smiled at Zhu Bajie, and said:

"Bajie since you and Monk Sha came along, I've never wanted to carry this load of luggage, so I have no idea how heavy it really is!"

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bajie immediately put down his bundle and said to Sun Wukong:

"Brother Monkey, look at this load of luggage, how much is it?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong looked closely and saw that the bundle on Zhu Bajie's back contained many clothes and packages, at least three or four layers thick. The carrying pole was also very slippery, with nails at both ends and many decorations on it.

Zhu Bajie then continued to complain:

"Brother Monkey, it's been hard for me to carry the bundle all the way from the Flowing Sand River, while you've become the master's apprentice and I've ended up as a farmhand."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong smiled and said to Zhu Bajie:

"Idiot, who are you talking to?"

Zhu Bajie then leaned the carrying pole closer to his shoulder and said:

"Brother Monkey, I'm talking to you. This thing is really too tiring. Why don't you give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong immediately reprimanded Zhu Bajie:

"It seems I've made mistakes in all of these things. How about this: on the journey to the West, I'll only be responsible for Master's safety. You and Wujing will be in charge of carrying the load and leading the horse. If you dare to be negligent in the slightest, you'll be punished with a stick."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bajie quickly said to Sun Wukong, "Brother Monkey, let's forget about it. You only know how to suppress others with force. I know you're arrogant and don't want to take on these responsibilities."