Wukong soon arrived at the front gate. As soon as he crossed it, he resumed his usual form and raised his voice in an authoritative tone: “Divine Rival Monster, release Golden Wisdom at once!”
“Did you count their warriors and steeds?” growled the demon.
They traveled nearly seventy kilometers over the most treacherous terrain, yet found not the slightest trace of their master.
After his lie was exposed by Wukong, Zhu Bajie was forced to patrol the mountain once more. This time, he dared not dawdle any longer. Straightening his robes and gripping his iron rake, he set out at once.
Out of suspicion and paranoia, Monk Tang had rashly listened to Zhu Bajie’s words and banished the Monkey King. After the rift, he mounted his horse and continued westward as if nothing had happened. Bajie led the way, while Sha Wujing followed behind, carrying the luggage.