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.”
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.
Tang Monk grew increasingly impatient at the Monkey King’s delay. Tang Monk asked,“Where could that monkey have gone to beg for rice?”
They traveled nearly seventy kilometers over the most treacherous terrain, yet found not the slightest trace of their master.
After leaving the Black Rooster Kingdom, the pilgrims traveled by day and rested by night. About half a month had passed when they came upon a mountain so high it truly touched the clouds and cast shadows over the sun itself. Tripitaka felt deeply discouraged and stopped his horse, calling for Wukong.
When the young immortals discovered the truth, they intensified their insults — which finally drove the Monkey King to the edge of his patience.
The Monkey King pulled the reins and led his master onto the main road. After several hours of travel, they came upon a mountain of extraordinary height.
Over the past two months, we have explored the Chinese classic Journey to the West. Though a mythological narrative, it is rooted in historical events.