Despite having captured Monk Sha, the anxiety of the Yellow-Robed Monster did not subside. It was difficult to predict when the enemy might strike again. Rather than waiting passively, he decided it would be better to take the initiative.
After leaving the last village, the pilgrims had barely traveled half a day when they reached a towering, jagged mountain. A fierce gale suddenly roared through the valley. Tripitaka cried out in alarm: “Wukong! The wind is rising!”
Pilgrim Sun urged Tripitaka to mount the horse, and the journey resumed. The monkey strode ahead, carrying the luggage on his back. He was naked and limping slightly.