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Trying to calm him, the Monkey King said: “Don’t worry, Master. Wu Jing and I will go and fetch water that will restore your health, and we’ll return as soon as possible.”
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Tang Monk mounted his horse and continued westward on his journey, accompanied by his disciples. They rested beside streams and satisfied their hunger outdoors. They walked for a long time without stopping, and once again spring returned.
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In a recent battle, the Buffalo Demon had used his magic band to strip all the gods of their weapons once again.
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The Monkey King reflected: “The difficult part is not defeating that demon, but dealing with the power of his magic band.”
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The Monkey King mounted his cloud and headed toward the Palace of Crimson Aura. The gods of the Fire Division hurried to report: “Sun Wukong wishes to meet with our lord.”
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The Monkey King was forced to flee with empty hands and the bitter taste of defeat in his heart. As soon as he had returned to the Mountain of the Golden Helmet, he threw himself to the ground. Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he thought to himself:
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When Wukong finally returned to the spot on the mountain where he had left Tang Monk and the others, he found no one there; everyone had vanished. The circle he had drawn with his iron bar was still visible, but inside it there was no sign of the horse. Worried, he turned his gaze…
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Tang Monk grew increasingly impatient at the Monkey King’s delay. Tang Monk asked,“Where could that monkey have gone to beg for rice?”
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Tang Monk escaped from the ice trap of the Heaven-Reaching River and managed to cross it riding on the back of a huge white turtle.