As soon as he heard those words, Zhu Bajie trembled violently. No one was more familiar with those words than he was, and no one else would ever say them to him again. With some disbelief, he slowly turned around. Zhu Bajie turned as slowly as an aged elder, as if every movement required a tremendous effort. But a turn was just a turn, and no matter how slow, he eventually completed it.
When Zhu Bajie turned around, he no longer saw a person identical to himself, but instead a very familiar, bald monk with a large beard. Seeing that unforgettably bald head, the crescent spade, and the nine large Buddha beads strung around the neck, Zhu Bajie immediately began shaking with excitement. "Brother Sha? Are you really Brother Sha? Not someone else trying to trick me?" Although Zhu Bajie couldn't contain his excitement, he still had to ask. He had been fooled pretty badly by his eldest brother pretending to be Cuilan before.
