Zhu Bajie frowned and said, "It's not easy to carry. If I were to carry Master and ride the clouds and fog, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to fly up even three feet. It's said that carrying a mortal is as heavy as Mount Tai, and if I tried to carry him swimming, I would probably sink into the water!"
"What about Sand Monk?"
Xuanzang turned to look at Sand Monk.
"Master, there is a boat over there, let's get him to ferry us across!"
Just then, as Sand Monk was thinking of an excuse, he suddenly spotted a boat in the distance.
At this moment, Xuanzang looked in that direction and indeed, there was a boat there.
"Boatman, come over here quickly, we need to cross the river!"
Sand Monk also hurriedly shouted towards the distant boatman.
The person on the boat seemed to have just noticed them and looked over.
The person on the boat shouted back, "I'm not a ferryman, how can I ferry people across?"
