Sha Seng looked at Zhu Bajie speechlessly and said, "Second Brother, you are now at least the Cleansing Altar Envoy of the Buddhist Sect. Don't run away at the drop of a hat like before, making people look down on us."
Zhu Bajie complained, "What Cleansing Altar Envoy, in my past life, I was Marshal Tianpeng. That Tathagata underestimated my abilities and assigned me this sesame seed-sized position. I'm embarrassed to even mention it to others."
Sha Seng said frankly, "We are all criminals, and originally had no hope of redemption. Now, having a bit of fame is already quite good."
"You really have no ambition!"
Zhu Bajie gave him a sidelong glance, summoned his rake, slung it over his shoulder, and said to the Fake Xuanzang on the White Dragon-Horse, "I say, Emperor, you're just pretending to be our master. Why be so serious? Do you really intend to wipe out the Demon Clan of Mount Laojun?"
