Zhu Bajie plopped down onto a rock, waving his hands miserably and said, "Brother Monkey, I can't fly anymore, Old Pig here can't fly anymore. Why don't you go ahead and look for him, let Old Sun rest a bit first."
"You fool, always thinking of skiving off whenever there's trouble. You stay here and guard, I, Old Sun, will make a trip to the skies."
"Brother Monkey, don't tell me you're planning to seek help from Emperor Gouchen?"
"Exactly. The Three Realms Mall is Emperor Gouchen's Magic Treasure, and Emperor Gouchen surely has a way to find out the little monk's whereabouts."
Zhu Bajie hurriedly said, "Brother Monkey, you mustn't go!"
"Why not?"
"Brother Monkey, think about it! What kind of person is Emperor Gouchen? He's concerned with major events affecting the structure of the Three Realms. If we ask Emperor Gouchen to deal with a petty thief, wouldn't it make us look incompetent?"
