The entire village made its way toward the Temple of Miraculous Power, carrying the Monkey King, Bajie, and a large number of sheep and other animals.
Wukong comforted the two elders and said: “There’s no need to be sad. Gladly would I trade my life for that of your son. This will allow your family name to endure for generations and generations. I am willing to be offered to that Great King you have spoken of.”
The pilgrims resumed their usual life of travelers—walking by day, resting by night, drinking when thirst overtook them, and eating when hunger struck.