"What? Journey to the West demons getting whitewashed? How are they doing it, and what are they using?"
"How did Tang Seng get so dark? Did he get a tan on the journey to the west?"
"Just how dark is he? Is he as dark as a lump of charcoal?"
In the Journey to the West Plane, Zhu Bajie, that simpleton, stared at the title, then walked up to Tang Sanzang, looking him up and down from left to right. After a long while, he still couldn't figure out where his master had gotten a tan.
"Senior Brother, did the Celestial Screen get it wrong? I think Master looks quite fair. Where is he getting darker and darker?"
"You idiot, the black and white on the Celestial Screen probably doesn't mean his face is pale or dark. Look at you—Master and the rest of us share the same exposure to the wind and dew, scorched by the sun and battered by the rain. If a white-skinned pig like you hasn't tanned, how could His Reverence?"
"Eldest Senior Brother is right."
Tang Sanzang gently shook his head. When was it, and these three troublemakers still hadn't gone out to beg for alms? How did they still have the energy to stand here arguing about who was fair and who was dark?
Yesterday, Wujing's bundle had run out of dry rations, and there were no human habitations anywhere nearby—not a village in front nor a town behind. Who knew if they'd even be able to beg any vegetarian food today?
Just as Tang Sanzang was about to tell Sun Wukong to check if there were any households nearby and take the purple-gol…
Chapter 464