Trembling from head to toe, Tripitaka desperately clung to Wukong and pleaded:
“Help me escape this predicament!”
(more…)Trembling from head to toe, Tripitaka desperately clung to Wukong and pleaded:
“Help me escape this predicament!”
(more…)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!”
(more…)“Did you count their warriors and steeds?” growled the demon.
(more…)Overjoyed, Wukong, Bajie, and Wujing made their way to the palace.
(more…)Both the master and his disciples gazed in awe at the natural scenery, carelessly letting pass the Dragon Boat Festival without any celebration.
They came across yet another towering mountain blocking their path.
The terrain was so steep that for a long time the four pilgrims were forced to move forward at an exasperatingly slow pace.
(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…)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.
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