Tang Monk was so terrified by what he had just heard that his bones seemed to turn to jelly.
Tripitaka and his disciples continued their journey, free as soaring birds. Time passed quickly, and summer’s scorching heat soon enveloped them once more.
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.”
Early in the morning, Monk Tang put on his embroidered kasaya, while Wukong prepared the travel documents, Wujing took up the alms bowl, and Wuneng picked up his staff.
The master and his disciples emerged from the Cave of the Fire Cloud, found the main road, and continued westward.
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.
Poco a poco, Wukong empezó a servirse de la mente para cuestionar la razón y se dijo:
Al final de la tercera vigilia se oyó comentar al demonio de mayor edad:
Tripitaka y el Bonzo Sha esperaban impacientes el regreso de Wukong, ora sentados junto al camino, ora dando vueltas como animales enjaulados.