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第四十五回 三清观大圣留名 车迟国猴王显法

却说孙大圣左手把沙和尚捻一把，右手把猪八戒捻一把，他二人却就省悟，坐在高处，倥[1]着脸，不言不语。凭那些道士点灯着火，前后照看，他三个就如泥塑金妆一般模样。虎力大仙道：“没有歹人，如何把供献都吃了？”鹿力大仙道：“却像人吃的勾当，有皮的都剥了皮，有核的都吐出核，却怎么不见人形？”羊力大仙道：“师兄勿疑。想是我们虔心志意，在此昼夜诵经，前后申文，又是朝廷名号，断然惊动天尊。想是三清爷爷圣驾降临，受用了这些供养。趁今仙从未返，鹤驾在斯，我等可拜告天尊，恳求些圣水金丹，进与陛下，却不是长生永寿，见我们的功果也？”虎力大仙道：“说的是。”教：“徒弟们动乐诵经！一壁厢取法衣来，等我步罡拜祷。”那些小道士俱遵命，两班儿摆列齐整，的一声磬响，齐念一卷《黄庭道德真经》。虎力大仙披了法衣，擎着玉简，对面前舞蹈扬尘，拜伏于地，朝上启奏道：

“诚惶诚恐，稽首归依。臣等兴教，仰望清虚。灭僧鄙俚，敬道光辉。敕修宝殿，御制庭闱。广陈供养，高挂龙旗。通宵秉烛，镇日香馡。一诚达上，寸敬虔归。今蒙降驾，未返仙车，望赐些金丹圣水，进与朝廷，寿比南山。”

八戒闻言，心中忐忑，默对行者道：“这是我们的不是。吃了东西，且不走路，只等这般祷祝，却怎么答应？”行者又捻一把，忽地开口，叫声：“晚辈小仙，且休拜祝。我等自蟠桃会上来的，不曾带得金丹圣水，待改日再来垂赐。”那些大小道士听见说出话来，一个个抖衣而战道：“爷爷呀！活天尊临凡，是必莫放，好歹求个长生的法儿！”鹿力大仙上前，又拜云：

“扬尘顿首，谨办丹诚。微臣归命，俯仰三清。自来此界，兴道除僧。国王心喜，敬重玄龄。罗天大醮，彻夜看经。幸天尊之不弃，降圣驾而临庭。俯求垂念，仰望恩荣。是必留些圣水，与弟子们延寿长生。”

沙僧捻着行者，默默的道：“哥呀，要得紧，又来祷告了。”行者道：“与他些罢。”八戒寂寂道：“那里有得？”行者道：“你只看着我。我有时，你们也都有了。”那道士吹打已毕，行者开言道：“那晚辈小仙，不须伏拜。我欲不留些圣水与你们，恐灭了苗裔[2]；若要与你，又忒容易了。”众道闻言，一齐俯伏叩头道：“万望天尊念弟子恭敬之意，千乞喜赐些须。我弟子广宣道德，奏国王普敬玄门。”行者道：“既如此，取器皿来。”那道士一齐顿首谢恩。虎力大仙爱强，就抬一口大缸，放在殿上；鹿力大仙端一砂盆安在供桌之上；羊力大仙把花瓶摘了花，移在中间。行者道：“你们都出殿前，掩上格子，不可泄了天机，好留与你些圣水。”众道一齐跪伏丹墀之下，掩了殿门。

那行者立将起来，掀着虎皮裙，撒了一花瓶臊溺。猪八戒见了，欢喜道：“哥啊，我把你做这几年兄弟，只这些儿不曾弄我。我才吃了些东西，道要干这个事儿哩。”那呆子揭衣服，忽喇喇，就似吕梁洪倒下坂来，沙沙的溺了一砂盆。沙和尚却也撒了半缸。依旧整衣端坐在上道：“小仙领圣水。”

那些道士推开格子，磕头礼拜谢恩，抬出缸去，将那瓶盆总归一处，教：“徒弟，取个钟子来尝尝。”小道士即便拿了一个茶钟，递与老道士。道士舀出一钟来，喝下口去，只情抹唇咂嘴。鹿力大仙道：“师兄，好吃么？”老道士努着嘴道：“不甚好吃，有些酣[3]之味。”羊力大仙道：“等我尝尝。”也喝了一口，道：“有些猪溺臊气。”行者坐在上面，听见说出这话儿来，已此识破了，道：“我弄个手段，索性留个名罢。”大叫云：

“道号！道号！你好胡思！那个三清，肯降凡基？吾将真姓，说与你知。大唐僧众，奉旨来西。良宵无事，下降宫闱。吃了供养，闲坐嬉嬉。蒙你叩拜，何以答之？那里是甚么圣水，你们吃的都是我一溺之尿！”

那道士闻得此言，拦住门，一齐动叉钯、扫帚、瓦块、石头，没头没脸，往里面乱打。好行者，左手挟了沙僧，右手挟了八戒，闯出门，驾着云光，径转智渊寺方丈。不敢惊动师父，三人又复睡下。

早是五鼓三点。那国王设朝，聚集两班文武，四百朝官，但见绛纱灯火光明，宝鼎香云叆叇。此时唐三藏醒来，叫：“徒弟，徒弟，伏侍我倒换关文去来。”行者与沙僧、八戒急起身，穿了衣服，侍立左右道：“上告师父。这昏君信着那些道士，兴道灭僧，恐言语差错，不肯倒换关文；我等护持师父，都进朝去也。”唐僧大喜，披了锦襕袈裟。行者带了通关文牒，教悟净捧着钵盂，悟能拿了锡杖；将行囊、马匹，交与智渊寺僧看守。径到五凤楼前，对黄门官作礼，报了姓名，言是东土大唐取经的和尚来此倒换关文，烦为转奏。那阁门大使进朝俯伏金阶，奏曰：“外面有四个和尚，说是东土大唐取经的，欲来倒换关文，现在五凤楼前候旨。”国王闻奏道：“这和尚没处寻死，却来这里寻死！那巡捕官员，怎么不拿他解来？”旁边闪过当驾的太师，启奏道：“东土大唐，乃南赡部洲，号曰中华大国。到此有万里之遥，路多妖怪。这和尚一定有些法力，方敢西来。望陛下看中华之远僧，且召来验牒放行，庶不失善缘之意。”国王准奏，把唐僧等宣至金銮殿下。师徒们排列阶前，捧关文递与国王。

国王展开方看，又见黄门官来奏：“三位国师来也。”慌得国王收了关文，急下龙座，着近侍的设了绣墩，躬身迎接。三藏等回头观看，见那大仙摇摇摆摆，后带着一双丫髻蓬头的小童儿，往里直进。两班官控背躬身，不敢仰视。他上了金銮殿，对国王径不行礼。那国王道：“国师，朕未曾奉请，今日如何肯降？”老道士云：“有一事奉告，故来也。那四个和尚是那国来的？”国王道：“是东土大唐差去西天取经的，来此倒换关文。”那三道士鼓掌大笑道：“我说他走了，原来还在这里！”国王惊道：“国师有何话说？他才来报了姓名，正欲拿送国师使用，曾奈当驾太师所奏有理，朕因看远来之意，不灭中华善缘，方才召入验牒，不期国师有此问。想是他冒犯尊颜，有得罪处也？”道士笑云：“陛下不知，他昨日来的，在东门外打杀了我两个徒弟，放了五百个囚僧，捽碎车辆，夜间闯进观来，把三清圣像毁坏，偷吃了御赐供养。我等被他蒙蔽了，只道是天尊下降，求些圣水金丹，进与陛下，指望延寿长生，不期他遗些小便，哄瞒我等。我等各喝了一口，尝出滋味，正欲下手擒拿，他却走了。今日还在此间，正所谓‘冤家路儿窄’也！”那国王闻言发怒，欲诛四众。

孙大圣合掌开言，厉声高叫道：“陛下暂息雷霆之怒，容僧等启奏。”国王道：“你冲撞了国师！国师之言，岂有差谬！”行者道：“他说我昨日到城外打杀他两个徒弟，是谁知证？我等且曲认了，着两个和尚偿命，还放两个去取经。他又说我摔碎车辆，放了囚僧，此事亦无见证，料不该死，再着一个和尚领罪罢了。他说我毁了三清，闹了观宇，这又是栽害我也。”国王道：“怎见栽害？”行者道：“我僧乃东土之人，乍来此处，街道尚且不通，如何夜里就知他观中之事？既遗下小便，就该当时捉住，却这早晚坐名害人。天下假名托姓的无限，怎么就说是我？望陛下回嗔详察。”那国王本来昏乱，被行者说了一遍，他就决断不定。

正疑惑之间，又见黄门官来奏：“陛下，门外有许多乡老听宣。”国王道：“有何事干？”即命宣来。宣至殿前，有三四十名乡老，朝上叩头道：“万岁，今年一春无雨，但恐夏月干荒，特来启奏，请那位国师爷爷祈一场甘雨，普济黎民。”国王道：“乡老且退，就有雨来也。”乡老谢恩而出。国王道：“唐朝僧众，朕敬道灭僧为何？只为当年求雨，我朝僧人，更未尝求得一点，幸天降国师，拯援涂炭。你今远来，冒犯国师，本当即时问罪，姑且恕你，敢与我国师赌胜求雨么？若祈得一场甘雨，济度万民，朕即饶你罪名，倒换关文，放你西去。若赌不过，无雨，就将汝等推赴杀场，典刑示众。”行者笑道：“小和尚也晓得些儿求祷。”

国王见说，即命打扫坛场，一壁厢教：“摆驾，寡人亲上五凤楼观看。”当时多官摆驾。须臾，上楼坐了。唐三藏随着行者、沙僧、八戒，侍立楼下。那三道士陪国王坐在楼上。少时间，一员官飞马来报：“坛场诸色皆备，请国师爷爷登坛。”

那虎力大仙欠身拱手，辞了国王，径下楼来。行者向前拦住道：“先生那里去？”大仙道：“登坛祈雨。”行者道：“你也忒自重了，更不让我远乡之僧。也罢，这正是‘强龙不压地头蛇’。先生先去，必须对君前讲开。”大仙道：“讲甚么？”行者道：“我与你都上坛祈雨，知雨是你的，是我的？不见是谁的功绩了。”国王在上听见，心中暗喜，道：“那小和尚说话，倒有些筋节[4]。”沙僧听见，暗笑道：“不知一肚子筋节，还不曾拿出来哩！”大仙道：“不消讲，陛下自然知之。”行者道：“虽然知之，奈我远来之僧，未曾与你相会。那时彼此混赖，不成勾当。须讲开方好行事。”大仙道：“这一上坛，只看我的令牌为号：一声令牌响，风来；二声响，云起；三声响，雷闪齐鸣；四声响，雨至；五声响，云散雨收。”行者笑道：“妙啊！我僧是不曾见！请了！请了！”

大仙拽开步前进，三藏等随后，径到了坛门外。抬头观看，那里有一座高台，约有三丈多高。台左右插着二十八宿旗号，顶上放一张桌子，桌上有一个香炉，炉中香烟霭霭。两边有两只烛台，台上风烛煌煌。炉边靠着一个金牌，牌上镌的是雷神名号。底下有五个大缸，都注着满缸清水，水上浮着杨柳枝。杨柳枝上，托着一面铁牌，牌上书的是雷霆都司的符字。左右有五个大桩，桩上写着五方蛮雷使者的名录。每一桩边，立两个道士，各执铁锤，伺候着打桩。台后面有许多道士，在那里写作文书。正中间设一架纸炉，又有几个像生[5]的人物，都是那执符使者、土地赞教[6]之神。

那大仙走进去，更不谦逊，直上高台立定。旁边有个小道士，捧了几张黄纸书就的符字，一口宝剑，递与大仙。大仙执着宝剑，念声咒语，将一道符在烛上烧了。那底下两三个道士，拿过一个执符的像生，一道文书，亦点火焚之。那上面乓的一声令牌响，只见那半空里，悠悠的风色飘来。猪八戒口里作念道：“不好了！不好了！这道士果然有本事！令牌响了一下，果然就刮风！”行者道：“兄弟悄悄的，你们再莫与我说话，只管护持师父，等我干事去来。”

好大圣，拔下一根毫毛，吹口仙气，叫：“变！”就变作一个假行者，立在唐僧手下。他的真身出了元神，赶到半空中，高叫：“那司风的是那个？”慌得那风婆婆捻住布袋，巽二郎扎住口绳，上前施礼。行者道：“我保护唐朝圣僧西天取经，路过车迟国，与那妖道赌胜祈雨。你怎么不助老孙，反助那道士？我且饶你，把风收了！若有一些风儿，把那道士的胡子吹得动动，各打二十铁棒！”风婆婆道：“不敢！不敢！”遂而没些风气。八戒忍不住乱嚷道：“那先儿[7]请退！令牌已响，怎么不见一些风儿？你下来，让我们上去！”

那道士又执令牌，烧了符檄，扑的又打了一下，只见那空中云雾遮满。孙大圣又当头叫道：“布云的是那个？”慌得那推云童子、布雾郎君当面施礼。行者又将前事说了一遍，那云童、雾子也收了云雾，放出太阳星耀耀，一天万里更无云。八戒笑道：“这先儿只好哄这皇帝，搪塞黎民，全没些真实本事！令牌响了两下，如何又不见云生？”

那道士心中焦躁，仗宝剑，解散了头发，念着咒，烧了符，再一令牌打将下去。只见那南天门里，邓天君领着雷公、电母到当空，迎着行者进礼。行者又将前项事说了一遍，道：“你们怎么来的志诚？是何法旨？”天君道：“那道士五雷法是个真的。他发了文书，烧了文檄，惊动玉帝，玉帝掷下旨意，径至‘九天应元雷声普化天尊’府下。我等奉旨前来，助雷电下雨。”行者道：“既如此，且都住了，伺候老孙行事。”果然雷也不鸣，电也不灼。

那道士愈加着忙，又添香、烧符、念咒、打下令牌。半空中，又有四海龙王一齐拥至。行者当头喝道：“敖广！那里去？”那敖广、敖顺、敖钦、敖闰上前施礼。行者又将前项事说了一遍，道：“向日有劳，未曾成功；今日之事，望为助力。”龙王道：“遵命！遵命！”行者又谢了敖闰道：“前日亏令郎缚怪，搭救师父。”龙王道：“那厮还锁在海中，未敢擅便，正欲请大圣发落。”行者道：“凭你怎么处治了罢。如今且助我一功。那道士四声令牌已毕，却轮到老孙下去干事了。但我不会发符、烧檄、打甚令牌，你列位却要助我行行。”

邓天君道：“大圣分付，谁敢不从！但只是得一个号令，方敢依令而行；不然，雷雨乱了，显得大圣无款也。”行者道：“我将棍子为号罢。”那雷公大惊道：“爷爷呀！我们怎吃得这棍子？”行者道：“不是打你们。但看我这棍子往上一指，就要刮风。”那风婆婆、巽二郎没口的答应道：“就放风！”——“棍子第二指，就要布云。”那推云童子、布雾郎君道：“就布云！就布云！”——“棍子第三指，就要雷电皆鸣。”那雷公、电母道：“奉承！奉承！”——“棍子第四指，就要下雨。”那龙王道：“遵命！遵命！”——“棍子第五指，就要大日天晴。却莫违误。”

分付已毕，遂按下云头，把毫毛一抖，收上身来。那些人肉眼凡胎，那里晓得？行者遂在旁边高叫道：“先生请了。四声令牌俱已响毕，更没有风云雷雨，该让我了。”那道士无奈，不敢久占，只得下了台让他，努着嘴径往楼上见驾。行者道：“等我跟他去，看他说些甚的。”只听得那国王问道：“寡人这里洗耳诚听，你那里四声令响，不见风雨，何也？”道士云：“今日龙神都不在家。”行者厉声道：“陛下，神龙俱在家，只是这国师法不灵，请他不来。等和尚请来你看。”国王道：“即去登坛，寡人还在此候雨。”

行者得旨，急抽身到坛所，扯着唐僧道：“师父请上台。”唐僧道：“徒弟，我却不会祈雨。”八戒笑道：“他害你了。若还没雨，拿上柴蓬，一把火了帐！”行者道：“你不会求雨，好的会念经。等我助你。”那长老才举步登坛，到上面端然坐下，定性归神，默念那《密多心经》。正坐处，忽见一员官飞马来问：“那和尚，怎么不打令牌，不烧符檄？”行者高声答道：“不用！不用！我们是静功祈祷。”那官去回奏不题。

行者听得老师父经文念尽，却去耳朵内取出铁棒，迎风幌了一幌，就有丈二长短，碗来粗细，将棍望空一指。那风婆婆见了，急忙扯开皮袋，巽二郎解放口绳。只听得呼呼风响，满城中揭瓦翻砖，扬砂走石。看起来，真个好风，却比那寻常之风不同也。但见：

折柳伤花，摧林倒树。九重殿损壁崩墙，五凤楼摇梁撼柱。天边红日无光，地下黄砂有翅。演武厅前武将惊，会文阁内文官惧。三宫粉黛乱青丝，六院嫔妃蓬宝髻。侯伯金冠落绣缨，宰相乌纱飘展翅。当驾有言不敢谈，黄门执本无由递。金鱼玉带不依班，象简罗衫无品叙。彩阁翠屏尽损伤，绿窗朱户皆狼狈。金銮殿瓦走砖飞，锦云堂门歪槅碎。这阵狂风果是凶，刮得那君王父子难相会；六街三市没人踪，万户千门皆紧闭！

正是那狂风大作，孙行者又显神通，把金箍棒钻一钻，望空又一指。只见那：

推云童子，布雾郎君。推云童子显神威，骨都都触石垂天；布雾郎君施法力，浓漠漠飞烟盖地。茫茫三市暗，冉冉六街昏。因风离海上，随雨出昆仑。顷刻漫天地，须臾蔽世尘。宛然如混沌，不见凤楼门。

此时昏雾朦胧，浓云叆叇。孙行者又把金箍棒钻一钻，望空又一指。慌得那：

雷公奋怒，电母生嗔。雷公奋怒，倒骑火兽下天关；电母生嗔，乱掣金蛇离斗府。唿喇喇施霹雳，振碎了铁叉山；淅沥沥闪红绡，飞出了东洋海。呼呼隐隐滚车声，烨烨煌煌飘稻米。万萌万物精神改，多少昆虫蛰已开。君臣楼上心惊骇，商贾闻声胆怯忙。

那沉雷护闪，乒乒乓乓，一似那地裂山崩之势，唬得那满城人，户户焚香，家家化纸。孙行者高呼：“老邓！仔细替我看那贪赃坏法之官，忤逆不孝之子，多打死几个示众！”那雷越发振响起来。行者却又把铁棒望上一指。只见那：

龙施号令，雨漫乾坤。势如银汉倾天堑，疾似云流过海门。楼头声滴滴，窗外响潇潇。天上银河泻，街前白浪滔。淙淙如瓮检，滚滚似盆浇。孤庄将漫屋，野岸欲平桥。真个桑田变沧海，霎时陆岸滚波涛。神龙借此来相助，抬起长江望下浇。

这场雨自辰时下起，只下到午时前后，下得那车迟城，里里外外，水漫了街衢。那国王传旨道：“雨够了！雨够了！十分再多，又淹坏了禾苗，反为不美。”五凤楼下听事官策马冒雨来报：“圣僧，雨够了。”行者闻言，将金箍棒往上又一指。只见霎时间，雷收风息，雨散云收。国王满心欢喜，文武尽皆称赞道：“好和尚！这正是‘强中更有强中手’！就是我国师求雨虽灵，若要晴，细雨儿还下半日，便不清爽，怎么这和尚要晴就晴，顷刻间杲杲[8]日出，万里就无云也？”

国王教回銮，倒换关文，打发唐僧过去。正用御宝时，又被那三个道士上前阻住道：“陛下，这场雨全非和尚之功，还是我道门之力。”国王道：“你才说龙王不在家，不曾有雨，他走上去，以静功祈祷，就雨下来，怎么又与他争功，何也？”虎力大仙云：“我上坛发了文书，烧了符檄，击了令牌，那龙王谁敢不来？想是别方召请，风、云、雷、雨……五司俱不在，一闻我令，随赶而来，适遇着我下他上，一时撞着这个机会，所以就雨。从根算来，还是我请的龙，下的雨，怎么算作他的功果？”那国王昏乱，听此言，却又疑惑未定。

行者近前一步，合掌奏道：“陛下，这些傍门法术，也不成个功果，算不得我的他的。如今有四海龙王，现在空中，我僧未曾发放，他还不敢遽退。那国师若能叫得龙王现身，就算他的功劳。”国王大喜道：“寡人做了二十三年皇帝，更不曾看见活龙是怎么模样。你两家各显法力，不论僧道，但叫得来的，就是有功；叫不出的，有罪。”那道士怎么有那样本事？就叫，那龙王见大圣在此，也不敢出头。道士云：“我辈不能，你是叫来。”

那大圣仰面朝空，厉声高叫：“敖广何在？弟兄们都现原身来看！”那龙王听唤，即忙现了本身。四条龙，在半空中度雾穿云，飞舞向金銮殿上。但见：

飞腾变化，绕雾盘云。玉爪垂钩白，银鳞舞镜明。髯飘素练根根爽，角耸轩昂挺挺清。磕额崔巍，圆睛幌亮。隐显莫能测，飞扬不可评。祷雨随时布雨，求晴即便天晴。这才是有灵有圣真龙像，祥瑞缤纷绕殿庭。

那国王在殿上焚香，众公卿在阶前礼拜。国王道：“有劳贵体降临，请回。寡人改日醮谢。”行者道：“列位众神各自归去，这国王改日醮谢哩。”那龙王径自归海，众神各各回天。这正是：广大无边真妙法，至真了性劈傍门。毕竟不知怎么除邪，且听下回分解。

[1] 倥（kōnɡ）：俯、低、垂的意思。

[2] 苗裔（yì）：子孙后代。

[3] 酣（dān）：形容酒坏时的酸涩之气。，不好的酒。

[4] 筋节：这里指说话能说到点子上。

[5] 像生：用纸或彩帛扎糊成人、物形象，作为祭祀或玩具之用的。

[6] 赞教：辅助行法。赞，辅佐。

[7] 先儿：就是先生儿的简称。

[8] 杲（ɡǎo）杲：明亮的样子。

CHAPTER 45. At the Three Pure Ones Abbey the Great Sage leaves his name; At the Cart Slow Kingdom the Monkey King shows his power.

We now tell you about the Great Sage Sun, who used his left hand to give Sha Monk a pinch, and his right to give Zhu Eight Rules a pinch. Immediately understanding what he meant, the two of them fell silent and sat with lowered faces on their high seats. They allowed those Daoists to examine them back and front with uplifted lamps and torches, but the three of them seemed no more than idols made of clay and adorned with gold.

“There are no thieves around,” said the Tiger-Strength Immortal, “but then, why are all the offerings eaten?”

“It definitely looks as if humans have eaten them,” said the Deer-Strength Immortal. “Look how the fruits are skinned and their stones spat out. Why is it that we don’t see any human form?”

“Don’t be too suspicious, Elder Brothers,” said the Goat-Strength Immortal. “I think that our piety and sincerity of reciting scriptures and saying prayers here night and day, all in the name of the court, must have aroused the Celestial Worthies. The Venerable Fathers of the Three Pure Ones, I suppose, must have descended to earth and consumed these offerings. Why don’t we take advantage of the fact that their holy train and crane carriages are still here and make supplication to the Celestial Worthies? We should beg for some golden elixir and holy water with which we may present His Majesty. Wouldn’t his long life and perpetual youth be in fact our merit?”

“You are right,” said the Tiger-Strength Immortal. “Disciples, start the music and recite the scriptures. Bring us our ritual robes. Let me tread the stars to make our supplication.” Those little Daoists all obeyed and lined themselves up on both sides. At the sound of the gong, they all recited in unison the scroll of True Scriptures of the Yellow Court. After having put on his ritual robe, the Tiger-Strength Immortal held high his jade tablet and began to kick up the dust with dancing. Intermittently he would fall to the ground and prostrate himself. Then he intoned this petition:

“In fear and dread,

We bow most humbly.

To stir up our faith

We seek Purity.

Vile priests we quell

To honor the Way.

This hall we build

The king to obey.

Dragon flags we raise,

And off’rings display;

Torches by night,

Incense by day.

One thought sincere

Doth Heaven sway.

Chariots divine

Now come to stay.

Grant unto us some elixir and holy water,

Which we may give to His Majesty

That he may gain longevity.”

When Eight Rules heard these words, he was filled with apprehension. “This is our fault! We’ve eaten the goods and should be on our way. Now, how shall we answer such supplication?” Pilgrim gave him another pinch before suddenly opening his mouth and speaking out loud, “You immortals of a younger generation, please stop your recitation. We have just returned from the Festival of Immortal Peaches, and we have not brought along any golden elixir or holy water. In another day we shall come to bestow them on you.” When those Daoists, old and young, heard that the image had actually spoken, every one of them trembled violently till even their garments quaked. “O Fathers!” they cried, “the living Celestial Worthies have descended to earth. We must not let them go. We must insist on their giving us some sort of magic formula for eternal youth.”

Then the Deer-Strength Immortal went forward also to prostrate himself and intone this supplication:

“Our heads to the dust,

We pray earnestly.

Your subjects submit

To the Pure Ones Three.

Since we came here,

The Way was set free.

The king is pleased

To seek longevity.

This Heavenly Mass

Chants scriptures nightly.

We thank the Celestial Worthies

For revealing their presence holy.

O hear our prayers!

We seek your glory!

Do leave some holy water behind,

That your disciples long life may find!”

Sha Monk gave Pilgrim a pinch and whispered fiercely, “Elder Brother! They are at it again! Just listen to the prayer!” “All right,” said Pilgrim, “let’s give them something.” “Where could we find it?” muttered Eight Rules. “Just watch me,” said Pilgrim, “and when you see that I have it, you’ll have it too!” After those Daoists had finished their music and their prayers, Pilgrim again spoke out loud, “You immortals of a younger generation, there’s no need for your bowing and praying any longer. I am rather reluctant to leave you some holy water, but I fear then that our posterity will die out. If I gave you some, however, it would seem to be too easy a boon.” When those Daoists heard these words, they all prostrated themselves and kowtowed. “We beseech the Celestial Worthies to have regard for the reverence of your disciples,” they cried, “and we beg you to leave us some. We shall proclaim far and near the Way and Virtue. We shall memorialize to the king to give added honors to the Gate of Mystery.” “In that case,” said Pilgrim, “bring us some vessels.” The Daoists all touched their heads to the ground to give thanks. Being the greediest, the Tiger-Strength Immortal hauled in a huge cistern and placed it in the hall. The Deer-Strength Immortal fetched an earthenware garden vase and put it on top of the offering table. The Goat-Strength Immortal pulled out the flowers from a flowerpot and placed it in the middle of the other two vessels. Then Pilgrim said to them, “Now leave the hall and close the shutters so that the Heavenly mysteries will not be seen by profane eyes. We shall leave you some holy water.” The Daoists retreated from the hall and closed the doors, after which they all prostrated themselves before the vermilion steps.

Pilgrim stood up at once and, lifting up his tiger-skin kilt, filled the flowerpot with his stinking urine. Delighted by what he saw, Zhu Eight Rules said, “Elder Brother, you and I have been brothers these few years but we have never had fun like this before. Since I gorged myself just now, I have been feeling the urge to do this.” Lifting up his clothes, our Idiot let loose such a torrent that it sounded as if the Lüliang Cascade1 had crashed onto some wooden boards! He pissed till he filled the whole garden vase. Sha Monk, too, left behind half a cistern. They then straightened their clothes and resumed their seats solemnly before they called out, “Little ones, receive your holy water.”

Pushing open the shutters, those Daoists kowtowed repeatedly to give thanks. They carried the cistern out first, and then they poured the contents of the vase and the pot into the bigger vessel, mixing the liquids together. “Disciples,” said the Tiger-Strength Immortal, “bring me a cup so that I can have a taste.” A young Daoist immediately fetched a teacup and handed it to the old Daoist. After bailing out a cup of it and gulping down a huge mouthful, the old Daoist kept wiping his mouth and puckering his lips. “Elder Brother,” said the Deer-Strength Immortal, “is it good?” “Not very good,” said the old Daoist, his lips still pouted, “the flavor is quite potent!” “Let me try it also,” said the Goat-Strength Immortal, and he, too, downed a mouthful. Immediately he said, “It smells somewhat like hog urine!” Sitting high above them and hearing this remark, Pilgrim knew that he could no longer fool them. He thought to himself, “I might as well display my abilities and leave them our names too.” He cried out in a loud voice,

“O Daoists, Daoists,

You are so silly!

Which Three Pure Ones

Would be so worldly?

Let our true names

Be told most clearly.

Monks of the Great Tang

Go West by decree.

We come to your place

This fine night carefree.

Your offerings eaten,

We sit and play.

Your bows and greetings

How could we repay?

That was no holy water you drank.

’Twas only the urine we pissed that stank!”

The moment the Daoists heard this, they barred the door. Picking up pitchforks, rakes, brooms, tiles, rocks, and whatever else they could put their hands on, they sent these hurtling inside the main hall to attack the impostors. Dear Pilgrim! Using his left hand to catch hold of Sha Monk and his right to take hold of Eight Rules, he crashed out of the door and mounted the cloudy luminosity to go straight back to the Wisdom Depth Monastery. When they arrived at the abbot’s residence, they dared not disturb their master; each went to bed quietly and slept until the third quarter of the fifth watch. At that time, of course, the king began to hold his morning court, where two rows of civil and military officials—some four hundred of them—stood at attention. You see

Bright lamps and torches midst purple gauze;

Fragrant clouds rising from treasure tripods.

As soon as Tripitaka Tang woke up, he said, “Disciples, help me to go and have our travel rescript certified.” Rising quickly, Pilgrim, Sha Monk, and Eight Rules slipped on their clothes and stood to one side to wait on their master. They said, “Let it be known to our master that this king truly believes only the Daoists and is eager to exalt the Way and to exterminate the Buddhists. We fear that any ill-spoken word may cause him to refuse to certify our rescript. Let us therefore accompany Master to enter the court.”

Highly pleased, the Tang Monk draped the brocaded cassock on himself while Pilgrim took out the travel rescript; Wujing was told to hold the alms bowl and Wuneng to take up the priestly staff. The luggage and the horse were placed in the care of the monks of the Wisdom Depth Monastery. They went before the Five-Phoenix Tower and saluted the Custodian of the Yellow Gate. Having identified themselves, they declared that they were scripture pilgrims from the Great Tang in the Land of the East, who wished to have their travel rescript certified and would therefore like the custodian to announce their arrival. The official of the gate went at once into court and prostrated himself before the golden steps to memorialize to the king, saying, “There are four Buddhist monks outside who claim that they are scripture pilgrims from the Great Tang in the Land of the East. They wish to have their travel rescript certified, and they now await Your Majesty’s decree before the Five-Phoenix Tower.”

When the king heard this, he said, “These monks have nowhere to court death and, of all places, they have to do it here! Why didn’t our constables arrest them at once and bring them here?” A Grand Preceptor before the throne stepped forward and said, “The Great Tang in the Land of the East is located in the South Jambūdvīpa Continent; it’s the great nation of China, some ten thousand miles from here. As the way is infested with monsters and fiends, these monks must have considerable magic powers or they would not dare undertake this westward journey. I implore Your Majesty to invite them in and certify their rescript so that they may proceed, for the sake of the fact that they are the distant monks from China and for the sake of not destroying any goodly affinity.”

The king gave his consent and summoned the Tang Monk and his followers before the Hall of Golden Chimes. After master and disciples arrived before the steps, they presented the rescript to the king. The king opened the document and was about to read it, when the Custodian of the Yellow Gate appeared to announce, “The three Preceptors of State have arrived.” The king was so flustered that he put away the rescript hurriedly and left the dragon seat. After having ordered his attendants to set out some embroidered cushions, he bent his body to receive his visitors. When Tripitaka and his followers turned around to look, they saw those three great immortals swagger in, followed by a young acolyte with two tousled pigtails. Not daring even to lift their eyes, the two rows of officials all bowed deeply as they walked by. After they ascended the Hall of Golden Chimes, they did not even bother to salute the king.

“State Preceptors,” said the king, “we have not invited you. How is it that you are pleased to visit us today?” “We have something to tell you,” said one of the old Daoists, “and that’s why we’re here. Those four monks down there, where do they come from?” The king said, “They were sent by the Great Tang in the Land of the East to fetch scriptures, and they presented themselves here to have their travel rescript certified.” Clapping their hands together, the three Daoists burst out laughing and said, “We thought they had fled. So they are still here!” Somewhat startled, the king said, “What do you mean, Preceptors? When we first heard of their arrival, we wanted to arrest them and send them to serve you, had not our Grand Preceptor on duty intervened and presented a most reasonable memorial. Since we had regard for the fact that they had traveled a great distance, and since we did not wish to destroy our goodly affinity with China, we summoned them in here to verify their rescript. We did not expect you to raise any question about them. Could it be that they have offended you in some way?”

“Your Majesty wouldn’t know about this,” said one of the Daoists, chuckling. “Hardly had they arrived yesterday when they slew two of our disciples outside the eastern gate. The five hundred Buddhist prisoners were all released and the cart was smashed to pieces. As if that weren’t enough, they sneaked into our temple last night, vandalized the holy images of the Three Pure Ones, and devoured all the imperial offerings. We were fooled by them at first, thinking that the Celestial Worthies had descended to Earth. We therefore even asked them to give us some golden elixir and holy water with which we might present Your Majesty, so that you would be blessed with eternal youth. We hardly expected that they would trick us by leaving us their urine. We found out all right, after each of us had tasted a mouthful! Just when we were about to seize them, they managed to escape. We didn’t think that they would dare remain here today. As the proverb says, ‘The road for fated enemies is narrow indeed’!”

When the king heard this, he became so irate that he would have had the four priests executed at once. Pressing his palms together, the Great Sage Sun cried out in a loud voice, saying, “Your Majesty, let your thunderlike wrath subside for the moment and permit this monk to present his memorial.” “You offended the State Preceptors!” said the king. “Do you dare imply that their words might be erroneous?” Pilgrim said, “He claimed that yesterday we slaughtered two of his disciples outside the city. But who could be a witness? Even if we were to confess to this crime, and that would be a gross injustice, only two of us need be asked to pay with our lives, and two of us should be released so that we might proceed to acquire the scriptures. He claimed further that we wrecked their cart and released their Buddhist prisoners. Again, there is no witness, and moreover, this is hardly a mortal offense and only one of us should be punished for this if it were true. Finally, he charged us with vandalizing the images of the Three Pure Ones and causing disturbance in their temple. This is clearly a trap they set for us.” “How could you say that it’s a trap?” asked the king.

“We monks are from the Land of the East,” said Pilgrim, “and we’ve just arrived in this region. We can’t even tell one street from another. How could we know about the affairs of their temple, and at night no less? If we could leave them our urine, they should have been able to arrest us right then and there. Why did they wait until this morning to accuse us? In this whole wide world, there are countless people who use false identities. How could they know for certain that we are guilty? I beg Your Majesty to withhold your anger and make a thorough investigation.” The king, after all, had always been rather muddle-headed. When he heard this lengthy speech by Pilgrim, he became more confused than ever.

Just then, the Custodian of the Yellow Gate again came to make this announcement: “Your Majesty, there are outside the gate many village elders who await your summons.” “For what reason?” asked the king. He ordered them brought in, and thirty or forty village elders came before the hall. “Your Majesty,” they said as they kowtowed, “there has been no rain this year for the entire spring, and we fear that there will be a famine if it remains dry like this through summer. We have come especially to request that one of the Holy Fathers, the Preceptors of State, pray for sweet rain that will succor the entire population.” The king said, “Let the village elders withdraw. Rain will be forthcoming.” The village elders gave thanks and left.

Then the king said, “You, priests of the Tang court, why do you think that we honor the Dao and seek to destroy Buddhism? It was because in years past, the monks of this dynasty attempted to pray for rain, and they could not produce even a single drop. It was our good fortune that these Preceptors of State descended from Heaven and saved us from our bitter affliction. Now all of you have offended the Preceptors of State no sooner than you arrived from a great distance, and you should be condemned. We shall pardon you for the moment, however, and ask whether you dare to have a rainmaking competition with our Preceptors. If your prayers could bring us the rain to assuage the needs of the people, we would pardon you, certify your rescript, and permit you to journey to the West. If you fail in your competition and no rain comes, all of you will be taken to the block and beheaded publicly.” With a laugh, Pilgrim said, “This little priest has some knowledge of prayers, too!”

When the king heard this, he at once asked for an altar to be built. Meanwhile, he also gave the command that his carriage be brought out. “We want personally to ascend the Five-Phoenix Tower to watch,” he said. Many officials followed the carriage up the tower and the king took his seat. Tripitaka Tang, followed by Pilgrim, Sha Monk, and Eight Rules, stood at attention down below, while the three Daoists also accompanied the king and took their seats on the tower. In a little while, an official came riding with the report, “The altar is ready. Let one of the Father Preceptors of State ascend it.”

Bowing with his hands folded before him, the Tiger-Strength Immortal took leave of the king and walked down the tower. “Sir,” said Pilgrim, barring his way, “where are you going?” “To ascend the altar and pray for rain,” said the Great Immortal. “You do have a sense of self-importance,” said Pilgrim, “absolutely unwilling to defer to us monks who have come from a great distance. All right! As the proverb says, ‘Even a strong dragon is no match for a local worm!’ But if the master insists on proceeding first, then he must make a statement first before the king.” “What statement?” asked the Great Immortal. Pilgrim said, “Both you and I are supposed to ascend the altar to pray for rain. When it comes, how could anyone tell whether it’s your rain or mine? Who could tell whose merit it is?” When the king above them heard this, he was secretly pleased and said, “The words of this little priest are quite gutsy!” When Sha Monk heard this, he said to himself, smiling, “You don’t know that his stomach’s full of gutsiness! He hasn’t shown much of it yet!”

The Great Immortal said, “There’s no need for me to make any statement. His Majesty is quite familiar with what I am about to do.” “He may know it,” said Pilgrim, “but I am a monk who came from a distant region. I have never met you and I’m not familiar with what you are about to do. I don’t want us to end up accusing each other later, for that wouldn’t be good business. We must settle this first before we act.” “All right,” said the Great Immortal, “when I ascend the altar, I shall use my ritual tablet as a sign. When I bang it loudly on the table once, wind will come; the second time, clouds will gather; the third time, there will be lightning and thunder; the fourth time, rain will come; and finally the fifth time, rain will stop and clouds will disperse.” “Marvelous!” said Pilgrim, laughing. “I have never seen this before! Please go! Please go!”

With great strides, the Great Immortal walked forward, followed by Tripitaka and the rest. As they approached the altar, they saw that it was a platform about thirty feet tall. On all sides were flown banners with the names of the Twenty-Eight Constellations written on them. There was a table on top of the altar, and on the table was set an urn filled with burning incense. On both sides of the urn were two candle stands with huge, brightly lit candles. Leaning against the urn was a tablet made of gold, carved with the names of the thunder deities. Beneath the table were five huge cisterns full of clear water and afloat with willow branches. To the branches was attached a thin sheet of iron inscribed with the charms used to summon the agents of the Thunder Bureau. Five huge pillars were also set up around the table, and written on these pillars were the names of the barbarian thunder lords of Five Quarters. There were two Daoists standing on both sides of each pillar; each of the Daoists held an iron bludgeon used for pounding on the pillar. There were also many Daoists drawing up documents behind the altar. Before them there were set up a brazier for burning papers and several statues, all representing the messengers of charms, the local spirits, and patron deities.

The Great Immortal, without affecting the slightest degree of modesty, walked straight up to the altar and stood still. A young Daoist presented him with several charms written on yellow papers and a treasure sword. Holding the sword, the Great Immortal recited a spell and then burnt a charm on the flame of a candle. Down below several Daoists picked up a document and a statue holding a charm and had these burned also. With a bang the old Daoist high above brought down his ritual tablet on the table and at once a breeze could be felt in the air. “O dear! O dear!” muttered Eight Rules. “This Daoist is certainly quite capable! He bangs his tablet once and indeed the wind’s rising.” “Be quiet, Brother,” said Pilgrim. “Don’t speak to me anymore. Just stand guard over Master here and let me do my business.”

Dear Great Sage! He pulled off a piece of hair and blew on it his immortal breath, saying, “Change!” It changed at once into a spurious Pilgrim, standing next to the Tang Monk. His true body rose with his primal spirit into midair, where he shouted, “Who is in charge of the wind here?” He so startled the Old Woman of the Wind that she hugged her bag while the Second Boy of the Wind pulled tight the rope at the mouth of the bag. They stepped forward to salute Pilgrim, who said, “I am accompanying the holy monk of the Tang court to go to acquire scriptures in the Western Heaven. We happen to pass through the Cart Slow Kingdom and are now waging a rainmaking contest with that deviant Daoist. How could you not help old Monkey and assist that Daoist instead? I’ll pardon you this time, but you’d better call in the wind. If there’s just the tiniest breeze to make the whiskers of the Daoist flutter, each of you will receive twenty strokes of the iron rod!” “We dare not! We dare not!” said the Old Woman of the Wind, and so, there was no sign of any wind. Unable to contain himself, Eight Rules began to holler, “You Sir, please step down! You’ve banged aloud the tablet. How is it that there’s no wind? You come down, and let us go up there.”

Holding high his tablet, the Daoist burned another charm before bringing down his tablet once more. Immediately, clouds and fog began to form in midair, but the Great Sage Sun shouted again, “Who is spreading the clouds?” He so startled the Cloud-Pushing Boy and the Fog-Spreading Lad that they hurriedly came forward to salute him. After Pilgrim had given his explanation as before, the Cloud Boy and the Mist Lad removed the clouds, so that

The sun came out and shone most brilliantly;

The sky was cloudless for ten thousand miles.

Laughing, Eight Rules said, “This master may deceive the king and befool his subjects. But he hasn’t any real abilities! Why, the tablet has sounded twice! Why is it that we don’t see any clouds forming?”

Becoming rather agitated, the Daoist loosened his hair, picked up his sword, and recited another spell as he burned a charm. Once more he brought down his tablet with a bang, and immediately the Heavenly Lord Deng arrived from the South Heaven Gate, trailed by the Squire of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning. When they saw Pilgrim in midair, they saluted him, and he gave his explanation as before. “What powerful summons,” he said “brought you all here so quickly?” The Heavenly Lord said, “The proper magic of Five Thunder exercised by that Daoist was not faked.2 He issued the summons and burned the document, which alerted the Jade Emperor. The Jade Emperor sent his decree to the residence of the Primordial Celestial Worthy of All-Pervading Thunderclap in the Ninefold Heaven. We in turn received his command to come here and assist with the rainmaking by providing thunder and lightning.” “In that case,” said Pilgrim, “just wait a moment. You can help old Monkey instead.” There was, therefore, neither the sound of thunder nor the flash of lightning.

In sheer desperation now, that Daoist added more incense, burned his charms, recited more spells, and struck his tablet more loudly than ever. In midair, the Dragon Kings of Four Oceans all arrived together, only to be met by Pilgrim, who shouted, “Aoguang, where do you think you’re going?” Aoguang, Aoshun, Aoqin, and Aorun all went forward to salute him, and Pilgrim gave his explanation as before. He thanked the Dragon Kings moreover, saying, “I needed your help in times past, but we have not yet reached our goal. Today, I must rely on your assistance once more to help me achieve this merit right now. That Daoist has struck his tablet four times, and it’s now old Monkey’s turn to do business. But I don’t know how to burn charms, issue summons, or strike any tablet. So all of you must play along with me.”

The Heavenly Lord Deng said, “If the Great Sage gives us the order, who would dare disobey? You must, however, give us a sign, so that we may follow your instructions in an orderly manner. Otherwise, thunder and rain may be all mixed up, and that will not be to the credit of the Great Sage.” Pilgrim said, “I’ll use my rod as the sign.” “O Dear Father!” cried the Squire of Thunder, horrified. “How could we take the rod?”

“I’m not going to strike you,” said Pilgrim. “All I want from you is to watch the rod. If I point it upwards once, you’ll make the wind blow.”

“We’ll make the wind blow!” snapped the Old Woman of the Wind and the Second Boy of the Wind in unison.

“When the rod points upward a second time, you’ll spread the clouds.” “We’ll spread the clouds! We’ll spread the clouds!” cried the Cloud-Pushing Boy and the Mist-Spreading Lad.

“When I point the rod upwards for the third time, I want thunder and lightning.” “We’ll provide the service! We’ll provide the service!” said the Squire of Thunder and the Mother of Lightning.

“When I point the rod upwards the fourth time, I want rain.” “We obey! We obey!” said the Dragon Kings.

“And when I point the rod upwards the fifth time, I want sunshine and fair weather. Don’t make any mistake!”

After he had given all these instructions, Pilgrim dropped down from the clouds and retrieved his hair back to his body. Being of fleshly eyes and mortal stock, how could those people know the difference? Pilgrim then cried out with a loud voice, “Sir, please stop! You have struck aloud the tablet four times, but there’s not the slightest sign of wind, cloud, thunder, or rain. You should let me take over.” The Daoist had no choice but to leave his place and come down the altar for Pilgrim to take his turn. Pouting, he went back to the tower to see the throne. “Let me follow him,” said Pilgrim, “and see what he has to say.” He arrived and heard the king asking the Daoist, “We have been listening here most eagerly for the sounds of your tablet. Four times it struck and there was neither wind nor rain. Why is that?” The Daoist said, “Today the dragon deities are not home.” Pilgrim shouted with a loud voice, “Your Majesty, the dragon deities are home all right, but the magic of your National Preceptor is not efficacious enough to bring them here. Allow us priests to summon them here for you to see.” “Ascend the altar at once,” said the king, “and we shall wait for the rain here.”

Having received this decree, Pilgrim dashed back to the altar and tugged at the Tang Monk, saying, “Master, please go up to the altar.” “Disciple,” said the Tang Monk, “I don’t know how to pray for rain.” “He’s trying to set you up,” said Eight Rules, laughing. “If there’s no rain, they’ll put you on the pyre and finish you off with a fire.” Pilgrim said, “Though you may not know how to pray for rain, you know how to recite scriptures. Let me help you.” The elder indeed ascended the altar and solemnly took a seat on top. With complete concentration, he recited silently the Heart Sūtra. Suddenly an official came galloping on a horse with the question, “Why are you monks not striking the tablet and burning charms?” Pilgrim answered in a loud voice, “No need for that! Ours is the quiet work of fervent prayers.” The official left to give this reply to the king, and we shall mention him no further.

When Pilgrim heard that his old master had finished reciting the sūtra, he took out his rod from his ear and one wave of it in the wind gave it a length of twelve feet and the thickness of a rice bowl. He pointed it upwards in the air; when the Old Woman of the Wind saw it, she immediately shook loose her bag as the Second Boy of the Wind untied the rope around its mouth. The roar of the wind could be heard instantly, as tiles and bricks flew up all over the city and stones and dust hurtled through the air. Just look at it! It was truly marvelous wind, not at all similar to any ordinary breeze. You saw

Snapped willows and cracked flowers;

Fallen trees and toppled woods;

Nine-layered halls with chipped and broken walls;

A Five-Phoenix Tower of shaken pillars and beams;

The red sun losing its brightness in Heav’n;

The yellow sand taking wings on Earth;

Alarmed warriors before the martial hall;

Frightened ministers in the letters bower;

Girls of three palaces with frowzy locks;

Beauties of six chambers with tousled hair.

Tassels dropped from gold caps of marquis and earls;

The prime minister’s black gauze did spread its wings.

Attendants had words but they dared not speak;

The Yellow Gate held papers that could not be sent.

Goldfishes and jade belts stood not in rows;

Ivory tablets and silk gowns had broken ranks.

Colored rooms and turquoise screens were all damaged;

Green windows and scarlet doors were all destroyed.

Tiles of Golden Chimes Hall flew off with bricks;

Carved doors of Brocade-Cloud Hall all fell apart.

This violent wind was violent indeed!

It blew till king and subjects, fathers and sons, could not meet,

Till all streets and markets were emptied of men,

And doors of ten thousand homes were tightly shut.

As this violent gust of wind arose, Pilgrim Sun further revealed his magic power. Giving his golden-hooped rod a twirl, he pointed it upwards a second time. You saw

The Cloud-Pushing Boy,

The Fog-Spreading Lad—

The Cloud-Pushing Boy revealed his godly power

And a murky mass dropped down from Heaven;

The Fog-Spreading Lad displayed his magic might

And dense, soaring mists covered the Earth.

The three markets all grew dim;

The six avenues all turned dark.

With wind clouds left the seas

And Kunlun, trailing the rain.

Soon they filled Heav’n and Earth

And blackened this world of dust.

’Twas opaque like chaos of yore;

None could see Phoenix Tower’s door.

As thick fog and dense clouds rolled in, Pilgrim Sun gave his golden-hooped rod another twirl and pointed it upwards a third time. You saw

The Squire of Thunder raging,

The Mother of Lightning irate—

The Squire of Thunder, raging,

Rode a fiery beast backward to descend from Heaven’s pass;

The Mother of Lightning, irate,

Wielded gold snakes madly as she left the Dipper Hall.

Hu-la-la cracked the thunder,

Shattering the Iron Fork Mountain;

Xi-li-li flashed the scarlet sheets,

Flying out of the Eastern Ocean.

Loud rumbles of chariots came on and off;

Like fires and fames the grains and rice shot up.

Myriad things sprouted, their spirits revived.

Countless insects were from dormancy aroused.3

King and subjects both were terrified;

Traders and merchants were awed by the sound.

Ping-ping, pang-pang, the thunder flashed and roared so ferociously that it seemed as if mountains were toppling and the earth was splitting apart. So terrified were the city’s inhabitants that every house lighted incense, that every home burned paper money. “Old Deng,” shouted Pilgrim. “Take care to look out for those greedy and corrupt officials, those churlish and disobedient sons. Strike down many of them for me to warn the public!” The peal of thunder grew louder than ever. Finally, Pilgrim pointed the iron rod once more and you saw

The dragons gave order,

And rain filled the world,

Strong as Heavens river spilling o’er the dikes,

Quick as the clouds rushing through a channel.

It pattered on top of towers;

It splashed outside the windows.

The Silver Stream ran down from Heaven,

And whitecaps surged through the streets.

It spurted like vases upturned;

It gushed forth like basins poured out.

With houses almost drowned in hamlets,

The water rose to rural bridges’ height.

Truly mulberry fields became vast oceans,

And billows all too soon raced through the land.

Dragon gods came to lend a helping hand

By lifting up the Yangzi and throwing it down!

The torrential rain began in the morning and did not stop even after the noon hour. So great was the downpour that all the streets and gulleys of the Cart Slow Kingdom were completely flooded. The king therefore issued this decree: “The rain’s enough! If we had any more, it might damage the crops and that would have made things worse.” An official messenger below the Five-Phoenix Tower at once galloped through the rain to make this announcement: “Holy monk, we have enough rain.” When Pilgrim heard this, he pointed the golden-hooped rod upwards once more and, instantly, the thunder stopped and the wind subsided, the rain ended and the clouds dispersed. The king was filled with delight, and not one of the various civil and military officials could refrain from marveling, saying, “Marvelous priest! This is truly that ‘for the strong, there’s someone stronger still!’ Even when our Preceptors of State were capable of making the rain, a fine drizzle would go on for virtually half a day before it stopped completely. How is it that the weather can turn fair the moment the priest wants it to be fair? Look, the sun comes out instantly and there is not a speck of cloud anywhere!”

The king gave the command for the carriage to be returned to the palace, for he wanted to certify the travel rescript and permit the Tang Monk to pass through. Just as he was about to use his treasure seal, the three Daoists all went forward and stopped him, saying, “Your Majesty, this downpour of rain cannot be regarded as the monk’s merit, for it still owes its origin to the strength of the Daoist Gate.” The king said, “You just claimed that the Dragon Kings were not home and that was why it didn’t rain. He walked up there, exercised his quiet work of fervent prayers, and rain came down at once. How could you strive with him for credit?”

The Tiger-Strength Immortal said, “I issued my summons, burned my charms, and struck my tablets several times after I ascended the altar. Which Dragon King would dare not show up? It had to be that someone else somewhere was also requesting their service, and that was the reason that the Dragon Kings along with the officers of the other four bureaus—of wind, cloud, thunder, and lightning—did not appear at first. Once they heard my summons, however, they were in a hurry to get here, and by that time it happened that I was leaving the altar already. The priest, of course, made use of the opportunity and it rained. But if you thought about the matter from the beginning, the dragons were those which I summoned here and the rain was that which we called for. How could you regard this, therefore, as their meritorious fruit?” When that dim-witted king heard these words, he became all confused again.

Pilgrim walked one step forward, and pressing his palms together he said, “Your Majesty, this trivial magic of heterodoxy is hardly to be considered anything of consequence. Let’s not worry about whether it’s his merit or ours. Let me tell you instead that there are in midair right now the Dragon Kings of the Four Oceans; because I have not dismissed them, they dare not withdraw. If that Preceptor of State could order the Dragon Kings to reveal themselves, I would concede that this was his merit.” Very pleased, the king said, “We have been on the throne for twenty-three years, but we have never laid eyes on a living dragon. Both of you can exercise your magic power, regardless whether you are a monk or a Daoist. If you could ask them to reveal themselves, it would be your merit; if you couldn’t, it would be your fault.”

Those Daoists, of course, had no such power or authority. Even if they were to give the order, the Dragon Kings would never dare show themselves on account of the presence of the Great Sage. Thus, the Daoists said, “We can’t do this. Why don’t you try?”

Lifting his face toward the air, the Great Sage cried out in a loud voice: “Aoguang, where are you? All of you brothers, show your true selves!” When those Dragon Kings heard this call, they at once revealed their original forms—four dragons dancing through clouds and mists toward the Hall of Golden Chimes. You see them

Soaring and transforming,

Encircling clouds and mists.

Like white hooks the jade claws hang;

Like bright mirrors the silver scales shine.

Whiskers float like white silk, each strand’s distinct;

Horns rise ruggedly, each prong is clear.

Those craggy foreheads;

Those brilliant round eyes.

They, hidden or seen, can’t be fathomed;

They, flying or soaring, can’t be described.

Pray for rain, and rain comes instantly;

Ask for fair sky, and it’s here at once.

Only these are the true dragon forms, most potent and holy,

Their good aura surrounds the court profusely.

The king lighted incense in the hall, and the various officials bowed down before the steps. “It was most kind of you to show us your precious forms,” said the king. “Please go back, and we shall say a special mass another day to thank you.” “All of you deities may now retire,” said Pilgrim, “for the king has promised to thank you with a special mass on another day.” The Dragon Kings returned to the oceans, while the other deities all went back to Heaven. Thus this is

The true magic might, so boundless and vast;

Heresy’s pierced by nature enlightened.

We don’t know how the deviant is finally exorcised; let’s listen to the explanation in the next chapter.