Bajie and Sha Wujing managed to recover their luggage. They placed it on the horse, and by carving a path through the icy waters, they successfully reached the surface without much difficulty.
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.
A young Taoist began shouting wildly while pounding on the door of his masters’ chambers. “Respected Masters! A terrible misfortune has occurred!”
Wukong, Bajie, and Monk Sha descended from the cloud and entered the Temple of the Three Pures.
Sun Wukong recounted everything that had happened to Tripitaka. The Monk Tang exclaimed, deeply moved: “What can we possibly do in a situation like this?”
Monk Sha furiously emerged from the waters of the Black River. The Monkey King asked: “You’ve been down there so long—what kind of demon is it? Did you manage to see the Master?”