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My name is Sha Wujing. I was once the Curtain-Lifting General in the Hall of Miraculous Mist. Just because I accidentally broke a glazed cup, I was banished to the mortal realm, left to wander the Flowing Sands River, suffering daily the agony of flying swords piercing my chest. Past glory and guilt, like the luggage on this shoulder pole—one end is the past, one end is the future—heavy and weighing on me all along the journey. Elder Brother often laughs at my silence, saying I only know how to say "Elder Brother, Master has been captured by demons" or "Second Brother, Master has been captured by demons." He is a natural hero, radiant with brilliance, able to ride clouds and subdue demons in their lairs. Second Brother also often finds me clumsy, only knowing how to carry the load, not understanding subtlety. He is a man of temperament, gluttonous and lustful, yet he lives authentically and freely. And I, I am just Sha Wujing. This journey to retrieve the scriptures spans one hundred and eight thousand li, which I have measured step by step. The distance Elder Brother can cover in a single somersault takes me countless days and nights to walk. My work is the simplest, yet the most monotonous: carrying the load, leading the horse, guarding Master's side. In that load are a few old garments, a purple-gold alms bowl, some dried rations—that is the entirety of our baggage. But I know, this load carries the food, clothing, shelter, and transport for the four of us master and disciples; it is the most solid foundation on this scripture-seeking journey. The glory belongs to Elder Brother, the earthly warmth belongs to Second Brother, and I am the road beneath our feet, the fire lit when we rest, the simple tent raised when wind and rain come. They vanquish demons ahead, thrilling and perilous, while I ensure in the rear that Master has a place to sit peacefully and clean water to drink. This work is inconspicuous, but someone must do it. Sometimes, watching Elder Brother's distant figure, I am not without envy. I too was once a celestial deity, once possessed the ability to command wind and rain. But that mistake ground down my sharp edges. The pain of flying swords piercing my chest taught me that some errors, once made, are enough to change a lifetime. I no longer yearn for the spotlight; I only seek the word "steady." The road must be walked step by step to avoid falling; the load must be carried steadily to avoid spilling. Master is compassionate, but with mortal eyes, he often cannot distinguish demons. Whenever this happens, I am actually anxious too. I recognize that demonic aura, but I lack Elder Brother's fiery eyes of truth that can see through everything at a glance. My magical power cannot match Second Brother's aquatic abilities, let alone Elder Brother's. What I can do is grip my demon-quelling staff tightly and stand before Master, even if I can only hold them off for a brief moment, until Elder Brother returns.