The Black River stretched before them, impossible to cross. For Jiang Liu, wasn't this an opportune time to take a detour and relish the moment?
Therefore, not only did Jiang Liu feel too lazy to think of a way to cross the river, but even if he actually had a method, he wouldn't have used it.
Thus, when faced with Zhu Bajie's inquiry, Jiang Liu also claimed he had no way to do so.
Who would have known that at this moment, a boatman would actually come rowing over, proactively offering to take Jiang Liu and his companions across the river!
Jiang Liu's mouth twitched slightly, his face growing somewhat unsightly. After a brief moment of silence, he called out, "Boatman, you should just go about your own business. This poor monk is a little tired and wants to rest. I don't wish to cross the river today!"
"What are you talking about, master? It's just my luck to be here today. Tomorrow, who knows if you'll get the chance to meet me again? Hurry on board!"
