As he walked, Bajie was thinking to himself:
“What a wretched life! I was sleeping peacefully when that cursed monkey tricked me into hauling a corpse! Disgusting! I’ll make him pay—I’ll beg the master to recite the Headache Spell!”
(more…)As he walked, Bajie was thinking to himself:
“What a wretched life! I was sleeping peacefully when that cursed monkey tricked me into hauling a corpse! Disgusting! I’ll make him pay—I’ll beg the master to recite the Headache Spell!”
(more…)When the first watch of the night had sounded, the Monkey King was still not asleep. He crept over to Bajie’s bed and shouted directly into his ear:
“Wake up, already!”
(more…)Wukong leapt into the air and soared skyward.
He opened wide his fiery eyes and gazed westward. Sure enough, he spotted a city not far off—about fifty kilometers away. As he drew near, he saw that it was shrouded in an eerie mist and constantly battered by a ghostly wind.
(more…)By the dim light of the oil lamps, Tripitaka spent a long time meditating on the King Liang’s Water Litany (Liang Dynasty Water Repentance Liturgy), followed by the recitation of the Authentic Sutra of the Peacock(True Peacock Sutra).
(more…)Defeated, Tripitaka wiped his tears and rejoined his disciples. When the Monkey King saw his Master upset, he approached him and asked:
“Did the monks from this monastery strike you?”
(more…)Tripitaka mounted his horse, while Bajie shouldered the luggage. The Monk Sha took hold of the reins, and Wukong led the way down the mountain, his indestructible iron bar resting across his shoulders.
(more…)The Monkey King hid the gourd and slipped away from the Lotus Flower Cave unnoticed.
(more…)He plucked two more hairs from his body, which instantly transformed into the two female imps who had previously carried the palanquin.
(more…)The two imps began to quarrel over who would hold the gourd and examine it at leisure.
But just as they least expected it, they lifted their heads—only to find that the old Taoist had vanished into thin air.
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