第五十回

第五十回 情乱性从因爱欲 神昏心动遇魔头

诗曰：

心地频频扫，尘情细细除，莫教坑堑陷毗卢[1]。常净常清净，方可论元初。　性烛须挑剔[2]，曹溪[3]任吸呼，勿令猿马气声粗。昼夜绵绵息，方显是功夫。

这一首词，牌名《南柯子》，单道着唐僧脱却通天河寒冰之灾，幸白鼋负登彼岸。四众奔西，正遇严冬之景，但见那林光漠漠烟中淡，山骨棱棱水外青。师徒们正当行处，忽然又遇一山。路窄崖高，石多岭峻，人马难进。三藏在马上兜缰，叫声：“徒弟。”时有孙行者引八戒、沙僧近前侍立道：“师父，有何分付？”三藏道：“你看那前面山高，只恐虎狼作怪，妖兽伤人，今番是必仔细！”行者道：“师父放心莫虑。我等兄弟三人，性和意合，归正求真，使出荡怪降妖之法，怕甚么虎狼妖兽！”三藏闻言，只得放怀前进。到于谷口登崖，抬头观看，好山：

嵯峨矗矗，峦削巍巍。嵯峨矗矗冲霄汉，峦削巍巍碍碧空。怪石乱堆如坐虎，苍松斜挂似飞龙。岭上鸟啼娇韵美，崖前梅放异香浓。涧水潺湲流出冷，巅云黯淡过来凶。又见那飘飘雪，凛凛风，咆哮饿虎吼山中。寒鸦拣树无栖处，野鹿寻窝没定踪。可叹行人难进步，皱眉愁脸把头蒙。

师徒四众，冒雪冲寒，战澌澌，行过那巅峰峻岭，远望见山凹中有楼台高耸，房舍清幽。唐僧马上忻然道：“徒弟呵，这一日又饥又寒，幸得那山凹里有楼台房舍，断乎是庄户人家，庵观寺院。且去化些斋饭，吃了再走。”行者闻言，急睁睛看，只见那壁厢凶云隐隐，恶气纷纷，回首对唐僧道：“师父，那厢不是好处。”三藏道：“见有楼台亭宇，如何不是好处？”行者笑道：“师父呵，你那里知道？西方路上多有妖怪邪魔，善能点化庄宅。不拘甚么楼台房舍，馆阁亭宇，俱能指化了哄人。你知道‘龙生九种’，内有一种名‘蜃’。蜃气放出，就如楼阁浅池。若遇大江昏迷，蜃现此势。倘有鸟鹊飞腾，定来歇翅。那怕你上万论千，尽被他一气吞之。此意害人最重。那壁厢气色凶恶，断不可入。”

三藏道：“既不可入，我却着实饥了。”行者道：“师父果饥，且请下马，就在这平处坐下，待我别处化些斋来你吃。”三藏依言下马。八戒采定缰绳，沙僧放下行李，即去解开包裹，取出钵盂，递与行者。行者接钵盂在手，分付沙僧道：“贤弟，却不可前进。好生保护师父稳坐于此，待我化斋回来，再往西去。”沙僧领诺。行者又向三藏道：“师父，这去处少吉多凶，切莫要动身别往。老孙化斋去也。”唐僧道：“不必多言，但要你快去快来。我在这里等你。”行者转身欲行，却又回来道：“师父，我知你没甚坐性，我与你个安身法儿。”即取金箍棒，幌了一幌，将那平地下周围画了一道圈子，请唐僧坐在中间，着八戒、沙僧侍立左右，把马与行李都放在近身，对唐僧合掌道：“老孙画的这圈，强似那铜墙铁壁。凭他甚么虎豹狼虫，妖魔鬼怪，俱莫敢近。但只不许你们走出圈外，只在中间稳坐，保你无虞；但若出了圈儿，定遭毒手。千万，千万！至祝[4]，至祝！”三藏依言，师徒俱端然坐下。

行者才起云头，寻庄化斋，一直南行，忽见那古树参天，乃一村庄舍。按下云头，仔细观看，但只见：

雪欺衰柳，冰结方塘。疏疏修竹摇青，郁郁乔松凝翠。几间茅屋半妆银，一座小桥斜砌粉。篱边微吐水仙花，檐下长垂冰冻筯。飒飒寒风送异香，雪漫不见梅开处。

行者随步点看庄景，只听得呀的一声，柴扉响处，走出一个老者，手拖藜杖，头顶羊裘，身穿破衲，足踏蒲鞋，拄着杖，仰身朝天道：“西北风起，明日晴了。”说不了，后边跑出一个哈巴狗儿来，望着行者，汪汪的乱吠。老者却才转过头来，看见行者捧着钵盂，打个问讯道：“老施主，我和尚是东土大唐钦差上西天拜佛求经者。适路过宝方，我师父腹中饥馁，特造尊府募化一斋。”老者闻言，点头顿杖道：“长老，你且休化斋，你走错路了。”行者道：“不错。”老者道：“往西天大路，在那直北下。此间到那里有千里之遥，还不去找大路而行？”行者笑道：“正是直北下。我师父现在大路上端坐，等我化斋哩。”那老者道：“这和尚胡说了。你师父在大路上等你化斋，似这千里之遥，就会走路，也须得六七日；走回去又要六七日，却不饿坏他也？”行者笑道：“不瞒老施主说：我才然离了师父，还不上一盏热茶之时，却就走到此处。如今化了斋，还要趁去作午斋哩。”老者见说，心中害怕道：“这和尚是鬼！是鬼！”急抽身往里就走。行者一把扯住道：“施主那里去？有斋快化些儿。”老者道：“不方便！不方便！别转一家儿罢！”行者道：“你这施主，好不会事！你说我离此有千里之遥，若再转一家，却不又有千里？真是饿杀我师父也。”那老者道：“实不瞒你说：我家老小六七口，才淘了三升米下锅，还未曾煮熟。你且到别处转转再来。”行者道：“古人云：‘走三家不如坐一家。’我贫僧在此等一等罢。”那老者见缠得紧，恼了，举藜杖就打。行者公然不惧，被他照光头上打了七八下，只当与他拂痒。那老者道：“这是个撞头的和尚！”行者笑道：“老官儿，凭你怎么打，只要记得杖明白：一杖一升米，慢慢量来。”那老者闻言，急丢了藜杖，跑进去把门关了，只嚷：“有鬼！有鬼！”慌得那一家儿战战兢兢，把前后门俱关上。行者见他关了门，心中暗想：“这老贼才说淘米下锅，不知是虚是实。常言道：‘道化贤良释化愚[5]。’且等老孙进去看看。”好大圣，捻着诀，使个隐身遁法，径走入厨中看处，果然那锅里气腾腾的，煮了半锅干饭。就把钵盂往里一挜，满满的挜了一钵盂，即驾云回转不题。

却说唐僧坐在圈子里，等待多时，不见行者回来，欠身怅望道：“这猴子往那里化斋去了！”八戒在旁笑道：“知他往那里耍子去来！化甚么斋，却教我们在此坐牢！”三藏道：“怎么谓之坐牢？”八戒道：“师父，你原来不知：古人划地为牢。他将棍子划个圈儿，强似铁壁铜墙，假如有虎狼妖兽来时，如何挡得他住？只好白白的送与他吃罢了。”三藏道：“悟能，凭你怎么处治。”八戒道：“此间又不藏风，又不避冷。若依老猪，只该顺着路，往西且行。师兄化了斋，驾了云，必然来快，让他赶来。如有斋，吃了再走。如今坐了这一会，老大脚冷！”

三藏闻此言，就是晦气星进宫[6]，遂依呆子，一齐出了圈外。沙僧牵了马，八戒担了担，那长老顺路步行前进。不一时，到了那楼阁之所，原来是坐北向南之家。门外八字粉墙，有一座倒垂莲升斗门楼，都是五色妆的。那门儿半开半掩。八戒就把马拴在门枕石鼓上。沙僧歇了担子。三藏畏风，坐于门限之上。八戒道：“师父，这所在想是公侯之宅，相辅之家。前门外无人，想必都在里面烘火。你们坐着，让我进去看看。”唐僧道：“仔细耶！莫要冲撞了人家。”呆子道：“我晓得。自从归正禅门，这一向也学了些礼数，不比那村莽之夫也。”

那呆子把钉钯撒在腰里，整一整青锦直裰，斯斯文文，走入门里。只见是三间大厅，帘栊高控，静悄悄全无人迹，也无桌椅家火。转过屏门，往里又走，乃是一座穿堂。堂后有一座大楼，楼上窗格半开，隐隐见一顶黄绫帐幔。呆子道：“想是有人怕冷，还睡哩。”他也不分内外，拽步走上楼来。用手掀开看时，把呆子唬了一个踵。原来那帐里象牙床上，白媸媸的一堆骸骨，骷髅有巴斗[7]大，腿挺骨有四五尺长。呆子定了性，止不住腮边泪落，对骷髅点头叹云：“你不知是：

那代那朝元帅体，何邦何国大将军。

当时豪杰争强胜，今日凄凉露骨筋。

不见妻儿来侍奉，那逢士卒把香焚？

谩观这等真堪叹，可惜兴王霸业人。”

八戒正才感叹，只见那帐幔后有火光一幌。呆子道：“想是有侍奉香火之人在后面哩。”急转步过帐观看，却是穿楼的窗扇透光。那壁厢有一张彩漆的桌子，桌子上乱搭着几件锦绣绵衣。呆子提起来看时，却是三件纳锦背心儿。

他也不管好歹，拿下楼来，出厅房，径到门外道：“师父，这里全没人烟，是一所亡灵之宅。老猪走进里面，直至高楼之上，黄绫帐内，有一堆骸骨。串楼[8]旁有三件纳锦的背心，被我拿来了，也是我们一程儿造化。此时天气寒冷，正当用处。师父，且脱了褊衫，把他且穿在底下，受用受用，免得吃冷。”三藏道：“不可！不可！律云：‘公取窃取皆为盗。’倘或有人知觉，赶上我们，到了当官，断然是一个窃盗之罪。还不送进去与他搭在原处！我们在此避风坐一坐，等悟空来时走路。出家人不要这等爱小。”八戒道：“四顾无人，虽鸡犬亦不知之，但只我们知道，谁人告我？有何证见？就如拾到的一般，那里论甚么公取窃取也！”三藏道：“你胡做呵！虽是人不知之，天何盖焉[9]！玄帝垂训云：‘暗室亏心，神目如电[10]。’趁早送去还他，莫爱非礼之物。”

那呆子莫想肯听，对唐僧笑道：“师父呵，我自为人，也穿了几件背心，不曾见这等纳锦的。你不穿，且等老猪穿一穿，试试新，焐焐脊背。等师兄来，脱了还他走路。”沙僧道：“既如此说，我也穿一件儿。”两个齐脱了上盖直裰，将背心套上。才紧带子，不知怎么立站不稳，扑的一跌。原来这背心儿赛过绑缚手，霎时间，把他两个背剪手贴心捆了。慌得个三藏跌足报怨，急忙上前来解，那里便解得开？三个人在那里吆喝之声不绝，却早惊了魔头也。

话说那座楼房果是妖精点化的，终日在此拿人。他在洞里正坐，忽闻得怨恨之声，急出门来看，果见捆住几个人了。妖魔即唤小妖，同到那厢，收了楼台房屋之形，把唐僧搀住，牵了白马，挑了行李，将八戒、沙僧一齐捉到洞里。老妖魔登台高坐，众小妖把唐僧推近台边，跪伏于地。妖魔问道：“你是那方和尚？怎么这般胆大，白日里偷盗我的衣服？”三藏滴泪告曰：“贫僧是东土大唐钦差往西天取经的，因腹中饥馁，着大徒弟去化斋未回，不曾依得他的言语，误撞仙庭避风。不期我这两个徒弟爱小，拿出这衣物。贫僧决不敢坏心，当教送还本处。他不听吾言，要穿此焐焐脊背，不料中了大王机会[11]，把贫僧拿来。万望慈悯，留我残生，求取真经，永注大王恩情，回东土千古传扬也！”那妖魔笑道：“我这里常听得人言：有人吃了唐僧一块肉，发白还黑，齿落更生。幸今日不请自来，还指望饶你哩！你那大徒弟叫做甚么名字？往何方化斋？”八戒闻言，即开口称扬道：“我师兄乃五百年前大闹天宫齐天大圣孙悟空也。”

那妖魔听说是齐天大圣孙悟空，老大有些悚惧，口内不言，心中暗想道：“久闻那厮神通广大，如今不期而会。”教：“小的们，把唐僧捆了；将那两个解下宝贝，换两条绳子，也捆了。且抬在后边，待我拿住他大徒弟，一发刷洗，却好凑灶蒸吃。”众小妖答应一声，把三人一齐捆了，抬在后边。将白马拴在槽头，行李挑在屋里。众妖都磨兵器，准备擒拿行者不题。

却说孙行者自南庄人家摄了一钵盂斋饭，驾云回返旧路；径至山坡平处，按下云头，早已不见唐僧，不知何往。棍划的圈子还在，只是人马都不见了。回看那楼台处所，亦俱无矣，惟见山根怪石。行者心惊道：“不消说了！他们定是遭那毒手也！”急依路看着马蹄，向西而赶。

行有五六里，正在凄怆之际，只闻得北坡外有人言语。看时，乃一个老翁，毡衣苫体，暖帽蒙头，足下踏一双半新半旧的油靴，手持着一根龙头拐棒，后边跟一个年幼的僮仆，折一枝腊梅花，自坡前念歌而走。行者放下钵盂，觌面道个问讯，叫：“老公公，贫僧问讯了。”那老翁即便回礼道：“长老那里来的？”行者道：“我们东土来的，往西天拜佛求经。一行师徒四众。我因师父饥了，特去化斋，教他三众坐在那山坡平处相候。及回来不见，不知往那条路上去了。动问公公，可曾看见？”老者闻言，呵呵冷笑道：“你那三众，可有一个长嘴大耳的么？”行者道：“有！有！有！”——“又有一个晦气色脸的，牵着一匹白马，领着一个白脸的胖和尚么？”行者道：“是！是！是！”老翁道：“他们走错路了。你休寻他，各人顾命去也。”行者道：“那白脸者是我师父，那怪样者是我师弟。我与他共发虔心，要往西天取经，如何不寻他去！”老翁道：“我才然从此过时，看见他错走了路径，闯入妖魔口里去了。”行者道：“烦公公指教指教，是个甚么妖魔，居于何方，我好上门取索他等，往西天去也。”老翁道：“这座山叫做金山。山前有个金洞。那洞中有个独角兕大王。那大王神通广大，威武高强。那三众这回断没命了。你若去寻，只怕连你也难保，不如不去之为愈也。我也不敢阻你，也不敢留你，只凭你心中度量。”

行者再拜称谢道：“多蒙公公指教。我岂有不寻之理！”把这斋饭倒与他，将这空钵盂自家收拾。那老翁放下拐棒，接了钵盂，递与僮仆，现出本相，双双跪下，叩头叫：“大圣，小神不敢隐瞒。我们两个就是此山山神、土地，在此候接大圣。这斋饭连钵盂，小神收下，让大圣身轻好施法力。待救唐僧出难，将此斋还奉唐僧，方显得大圣至恭至孝。”行者喝道：“你这毛鬼讨打！既知我到，何不早迎？却又这般藏头露尾，是甚道理？”土地道：“大圣性急，小神不敢造次，恐犯威颜，故此隐像告知。”行者息怒道：“你且记打！好生与我收着钵盂！待我拿那妖精去来！”土地、山神遵领。

这大圣却才束一束虎筋绦，拽起虎皮裙，执着金箍棒，径奔山前，找寻妖洞。转过山崖，只见那乱石磷磷，翠崖边有两扇石门，门外有许多小妖，在那里抡枪舞剑。真个是：

烟云凝瑞，苔藓堆青。崚嶒怪石列，崎岖曲道萦。猿啸乌啼风景丽，鸾飞凤舞若蓬瀛。向阳几树梅初放，弄暖千竿竹自青。陡崖之下，深涧之中，陡崖之下雪堆粉，深涧之中水结冰。两林松柏千年秀，几簇山茶一样红。

这大圣点看不尽，拽开步径至门前，厉声高叫道：“那小妖，你快进去与你那洞主说：我本是唐朝圣僧徒弟齐天大圣孙悟空。快教他送我师父出来，免教你等丧了性命！”

那伙小妖，急入洞里报道：“大王，前面有一个毛脸勾嘴的和尚，称是齐天大圣孙悟空，来要他师父哩。”那魔王闻得此言，满心欢喜道：“正要他来哩！我自离了本宫，下降尘世，更不曾试试武艺。今日他来，必是个对手。”即命：“小的们，取出兵器。”那洞中大小群魔，一个个精神抖擞，即忙抬出一根丈二长的点钢枪，递与老怪。老怪传令，教：“小的们，各要整齐。进前者赏，退后者诛！”众妖得令，随着老怪，腾出门来，叫道：“那个是孙悟空？”行者在旁闪过，见那魔王生得好不凶丑：

独角参差，双眸幌亮。顶上粗皮突，耳根黑肉光。舌长时搅鼻，口阔版牙黄。毛皮青似靛，筋挛硬如钢。比犀难照水，像牯不耕荒。全无喘月[12]犁云用，倒有欺天振地强。两只焦筋蓝靛手，雄威直挺点钢枪。细看这等凶模样，不枉名称兕大王！

孙大圣上前道：“你孙外公在这里也！快早还我师父，两无毁伤！若道半个‘不’字，我教你死无葬身之地！”那魔喝道：“我把你这个大胆泼猴精！你有些甚么手段，敢出这般大言！”行者道：“你这泼物，是也不曾见我老孙的手段！”那妖魔道：“你师父偷盗我的衣服，实是我拿住了，如今待要蒸吃。你是个甚么好汉，就敢上我的门来取讨！”行者道：“我师父乃忠良正直之僧，岂有偷你甚么妖物之理？”妖魔道：“我在山路边点化一座仙庄。你师父潜入里面，心爱情欲，将我三领纳锦绵装背心儿偷穿在身，见有赃证，故此我才拿他。你今果有手段，即与我比试。假若三合敌得我，饶了你师之命；如敌不过我，教你一路归阴！”

行者笑道：“泼物！不须讲口！但说比试，正合老孙之意。走上来，吃吾之棒！”那怪物那怕甚么赌斗，挺钢枪劈面迎来。这一场好杀！你看那：

金箍棒举，长杆枪迎。金箍棒举，亮藿藿似电掣金蛇；长杆枪迎，明幌幌如龙离黑海。那门前小妖擂鼓，排开阵势助威风；这壁厢大圣施功，使出纵横逞本事。他那里一杆枪，精神抖擞；我这里一条棒，武艺高强。正是英雄相遇英雄汉，果然对手才逢对手人。那魔王口喷紫气盘烟雾，这大圣眼放光华结绣云。只为大唐僧有难，两家无义苦争论。

他两个战经三十合，不分胜负。那魔王见孙悟空棍法齐整，一往一来，全无些破绽，喜得他连声喝采道：“好猴儿！好猴儿！真个是那闹天宫的本事！”这大圣也爱他枪法不乱，右遮左挡，甚有解数，也叫道：“好妖精！好妖精！果然是一个偷丹的魔头！”二人又斗了一二十合。

那魔王把枪尖点地，喝令小妖齐来。那些泼怪，一个个拿刀弄杖，执剑抡枪，把个孙大圣围在中间。行者公然不惧，只叫：“来得好！来得好！正合吾意！”使一条金箍棒，前迎后架，东挡西除。那伙群妖，莫想肯退。行者忍不住焦躁，把金箍棒丢将起去，喝声：“变！”即变作千百条铁棒，好便似飞蛇走蟒，盈空里乱落下来。那伙妖精见了，一个个魄散魂飞，抱头缩颈，尽往洞中逃命。老魔王唏唏冷笑道：“那猴不要无礼！看手段！”即忙袖中取出一个亮灼灼白森森的圈子来，望空抛起，叫声：“着！”唿喇一下，把金箍棒收做一条，套将去了。弄得孙大圣赤手空拳，翻筋斗逃了性命。那妖魔得胜回归洞，行者朦胧失主张。这正是：

道高一尺魔高丈，性乱情昏错认家。

可恨法身无坐位，当时行动念头差。

毕竟不知这番怎么结果，且听下回分解。

[1] 毗（pí）卢：佛名，“毗卢舍那”的省称。这里指人人具有的法身、真性。

[2] 性烛须挑剔：这里是以烛比性。蜡烛要经常挑剔，人的真性要想光明显现，也需要经常扫除表面的尘埃。

[3] 曹溪：禅宗六祖慧能在曹溪宝林寺讲法，后称禅宗南宗为曹溪。

[4] 祝：同“嘱”。

[5] 道化贤良释化愚：道教修炼神秘而又高深莫测，故需要选择品德和悟性好的人传道。佛教内容博大，普渡众生，愚笨的人也可以接受。这里引申为道教徒向上层人士募化，而佛教徒则向底层群众募化。化，募化。

[6] 晦气星进宫：星命家认为，晦气星不论进入命宫还是身宫，人都注定要倒霉。

[7] 巴斗：即“笆斗”，用柳条等编成的容器，底为半球形，形状像斗。

[8] 串楼：两楼之间二楼有廊相通，称为串楼。

[9] 天何盖焉：古人以天为盖，且认为上天会监察人间善恶。这里是说，虽然有些事人不知道，但头顶上的天是会看到的，它不会白白地盖在大地之上。

[10] 暗室亏心，神目如电：意思是说虽然在暗室中做亏心事，但神灵的眼睛却像闪电一样，看得很清楚。

[11] 机会：这里是机关、圈套的意思。

[12] 喘月：水牛畏暑，看见月亮以为日头，所以就喘起来。

CHAPTER 50. Nature follows confused feelings through lust and desire; Faint spirit and moved mind meet a demon chief.

The poem says:

Sweep often the grounds of the mind;

Wipe clean the dust of affections.

Let not the pit ensnare your Buddha-self.

Only when essential self’s clean

May you your primal source convene.

You must lift and trim nature’s wick

To breathe thus freely at Caoxi.1

Keep the horse and the ape from sounding harsh:

Through night and day a breath serene

Will let all your technique be seen.

The tune of this lyric poem is called A Southern Branch. It is meant to describe the Tang Monk and how he escaped from his ordeal of ice in the Heaven-Reaching River and how he ascended the other shore by standing on the white turtle. Master and the disciples, the four of them, followed the main road and set out again toward the West. It was the time of midwinter, and they saw

Faint outlines of woodlands in the mists,

Clear frames of bare mountains in the stream.

As master and disciples walked along, they again came upon a huge mountain blocking their way. The road turned exceedingly narrow and the cliffs were tall; moreover, there were many rocks and the ridges were so steep that it would be difficult for humans or horses to proceed. Reining in his horse, Tripitaka called out, “Disciples.” Pilgrim led Zhu Eight Rules and Sha Monk forward, saying, “Master, what do you have to say?” “Look how tall the mountain is ahead of us,” said Tripitaka. “I fear that tigers and wolves might run rampant up there, or strange beasts might come out to attack us. Be careful!” “Please do not worry, Master,” said Pilgrim. “We three brothers are united in a single effort to embrace the Right and seek the Real. We will exercise our power to disperse monsters and subdue fiends. You needn’t be afraid of any tigers or wolves!” On hearing his words, Tripitaka felt more assured and urged his horse forward to ascend the cliff. As they did so, they glanced around and saw that it was quite a mountain indeed.

Rugged and soaring—

Pointed and towering—

Rugged and soaring it rises to the sky;

Pointed and towering it blocks the blue heavens.

Strange rocks piled high like tigers sitting;

Hoary pines aslant like dragons flying.

Atop the peak a bird sings a pretty song;

Before the cliff the plums waft a strong, sweet scent.

The brook swells and surges, its water cold;

The clouds assail the summit, dense and dark.

You also feel the drifting snow,

The biting wind,

And the mountain’s roaring, famished tiger.

Jackdaws pick through the trees but find no nest;

Wild deer search in vain for a place to rest.

Pity the travelers, who can hardly walk:

Crestfallen, downcast, they cover their heads!

Master and disciples, the four of them, braved the snow and cold to scale, shivering, the rugged peak. After they passed it, they saw in the distance a towered building in the fold of the mountain and some charming buildings nearby. Delighted, the Tang Monk said on his horse, “O Disciples, I feel so cold and hungry today! It’s a good thing that there are in the fold of the mountain that building and the houses. It has to be either a village, a mansion, an abbey, or a monastery. Let’s go and beg for some food. We can move on after we have a meal.” When Pilgrim heard this, he opened wide his eyes to look and saw that the place was shrouded with baleful clouds and diabolical air. “Master,” he turned to speak to the Tang Monk, “that’s not a good place.” “There are buildings and houses,” said Tripitaka. “Why isn’t it a good place?” “O Master,” said Pilgrim with a snicker, “how could you know? There are plenty of monsters and demons on the way to the West, and they are most capable of devising2 some form of houses or dwellings. It doesn’t matter whether it is a towered building or a pavilion, or some such edifice; any one of these can be merely a transformation to deceive people. You have heard of the saying that ‘a dragon can beget nine kinds of offspring.’ One of them is the giant clam;3 the breath this creature emits is luminous and takes on the appearance of buildings and houses. When a big river is caught in inclement weather, that’s when the giant clam produces such a mirage. If some birds or crows happen to fly by and decide to rest their wings on these specious buildings, the clam will swallow them with one gulp. It’s a vicious trap. When I see how baleful the aura is over there, I must tell you not to approach it.”

“So we can’t go over there,” said Tripitaka, “but I’m really hungry!” “If you are, Master, please dismount,” said Pilgrim. “Sit here on level ground and let me go somewhere to beg some vegetarian food for you to eat.” Tripitaka consented and dismounted. After Eight Rules took hold of the reins, Sha Monk put down the luggage and untied the wrap to take out the alms bowl to hand over to Pilgrim. Taking it in his hand, Pilgrim gave this instruction to Sha Monk: “Worthy Brother, don’t go forward. Just stand guard over Master sitting here. Wait until I come back with the food and we can then set out again to the West.” Sha Monk obeyed, and Pilgrim said once more to Tripitaka, “Master, that place in front of us betokens more evil than good. Don’t ever leave here and go elsewhere. Old Monkey is off to beg for food.” “Don’t talk anymore,” said the Tang Monk. “Just go quickly and come back. I’ll wait for you here.” Pilgrim turned and was about to leave, but he walked back again to say, “Master, I realize you can’t sit still for very long. Let me provide you with some means of safety.” He took out his golden-hooped rod and drew on the level ground a large circle. The Tang Monk was asked to sit in its middle, while Eight Rules and Sha Monk stood by either side of him. The horse and the luggage, too, were placed near them. Then Pilgrim pressed his palms together to bow to the Tang Monk, saying, “The circle drawn by old Monkey here is as strong as an iron wall. No matter what they are—tigers, wolves, ogres, or demons—they will not dare come near you. But you must not step out of the circle. Remain seated inside and no harm will come to you. But if you leave the circle, you will in all likelihood meet with danger. Please take heed of my words! Please take heed of my words!” Tripitaka agreed and all three of them sat down solemnly in the circle.

Mounting the clouds, Pilgrim went south to search for a place to beg for food. Suddenly he saw some tall, aged trees, near which was a village. He lowered his cloud and took a careful look. He saw

Snow abusing weak willows

And ice frozen in the square pond;

Sparse bamboos waving their blue;

Dense pine trees holding their green;

A few thatched huts half decked with silver;

A small, slanted bridge powder-dusted;

Half-bloomed narcissus by the fence;

Long icicles dangling beneath the eaves.

The piercing cold wind wafted a rare scent,

But snow hid the place where plum flowers bloomed.

As Pilgrim admired the scenery of the village, he heard one of the wooden gates open with a creak and out walked an old man, who wore a lamb’s-wool hat, a long robe full of holes, and a pair of grass sandals. Supporting himself with a staff, he looked up to the sky and said, “Ah, the northwest wind is rising. It’ll be fair tomorrow.” Hardly had he finished speaking when a Pekingese ran out from behind him and barked furiously at Pilgrim. Only then did the old man turn around.

Pilgrim stood before him holding the alms bowl and bowed, saying, “Old Benefactor, this priest happens to be someone sent by imperial decree of the Great Tang in the Land of the East to the Western Heaven to seek scriptures from Buddha. We are passing through your region and my master is hungry. I have come to your honorable residence to beg you for some vegetarian food.” When the old man heard this, he shook his head and struck the ground several times with his staff, saying, “Elder, you shouldn’t beg for food just yet, for you have taken the wrong road.” “I have not,” said Pilgrim. The old man said, “The main road to the Western Heaven is due north of here, over a thousand miles away. You should go and find that road at once.” Pilgrim laughed and said, “Yes, it is due north of here, and my master right now is sitting beside that road and waiting for me to beg for food.” “This monk is babbling!” said the old man. “If your master is indeed waiting at the main road for you to beg for food, a distance of a thousand miles will require six or seven days of traveling one way, even if you happen to be an exceptionally adroit traveler. When you go back to him, it will take another week or so. By then, he would be long starved to death, wouldn’t he?”

Pilgrim laughed again and said, “To tell you the truth, Old Benefactor, I left my master not long ago, and it took me no more than the time of drinking a cup of tea to get to this place. Once I succeed in begging some food, I shall rush back to serve it to him for lunch.” On hearing this, the old man became terribly frightened, thinking to himself, “This priest is a ghost! A ghost!” He turned around and began to dash inside. Pilgrim made a grab at him and said, “Benefactor, where are you going? If you have some food, donate it to us.” “It’s not convenient! It’s not convenient!” said the old man. “Go to some other family.” “Benefactor,” said Pilgrim, “you aren’t very considerate! As you said, this place is over a thousand miles away from the main road. If I go to another family, it may take another thousand miles. Wouldn’t my master be really starved to death then?”

“To tell you the truth,” said the old man, “there are altogether six or seven people in my family, and we have just washed and placed three pints of rice in the cauldron. It’s not even fully cooked yet. Please go somewhere else to look for your food.” Pilgrim said, “As the ancients said, ‘Walking to three other houses is not like sitting in one.’ This humble priest will sit here and wait.” When the old man saw how persistent Pilgrim was, he became angry; lifting his staff, he struck out at Pilgrim. Not the least intimidated, Pilgrim allowed the old man to hit his bald head seven or eight times without a flinch—it was as if someone were scratching an itch for him! “This is a priest with a collision-proof head!” said the old man. “Venerable Sir,” said Pilgrim, chuckling, “you can hit me all you want. But you’d better remember the number of blows you give me: one blow will cost you one pint of rice! You can take your time and measure it!” On hearing this, the old man quickly dropped his staff and ran inside. He slammed the door shut, yelling, “A ghost! A ghost!” The entire household was so terrified that both the front and the back doors were at once tightly bolted.

When Pilgrim saw that the doors were shut, he thought to himself, “This old rogue said that they had just washed the rice and placed it in the cauldron. I wonder if he was telling the truth. As the proverb says, ‘The Daoists beg from the worthies but the Buddhists from the fools.’ Let old Monkey go in and take a look.” Dear Great Sage! He made the magic sign with his fingers and used the magic of invisibility to walk straight into the kitchen: steam was indeed rising from the cauldron, for there was inside it half a cauldron of dried rice. He stuffed the alms bowl into the cauldron and gave it a strong scoop to fill the alms bowl with rice. He then mounted the clouds to go back to his master, and we shall not speak of him for the moment.

We tell you now instead about the Tang Monk sitting in the circle. He waited for a long time without seeing Pilgrim returning. Half rising, he said dejectedly, “Where did that ape go to beg for food?” “Who knows!” said Eight Rules on one side, snickering. “He must have gone somewhere to play around! You think he’s going to beg for food? He just wants us imprisoned here!” “What do you mean by imprisoned?” asked Tripitaka. “Don’t you know, Master?” said Eight Rules. “The ancients drew on the ground to establish a jail. That’s what he did! He drew a circle with his rod, and he claimed that it was stronger than a wall of iron. But if some tigers or ferocious beasts really showed up, how could this circle protect us? We might as well give ourselves to them for food!” “Wuneng,” said Tripitaka, “what do you propose to do?” Eight Rules said, “This place can’t shelter us from the wind or the cold. If you agree with old Hog, we should follow this road and start out toward the West once more. If Elder Brother manages to get some food, he will no doubt return quickly, riding on his cloud. He should have no difficulty catching up with us, and when there is food, we can stop and eat first before we move on. Sitting here all this time will only make our feet grow cold!”

It was the bad luck of Tripitaka to have heard these words! He agreed with Idiot and all of them walked out of the circle. Eight Rules led the horse while Sha Monk poled the luggage; the elder did not even climb on the horse. Following the road, he walked right up to the towered building and found that it was an edifice facing south. Outside the door was a brick wall painted white with corners like the word eight, which connected with a small towered-gate decorated with carvings of lovebirds hung upside down and painted with five colors. The door of the building was half closed. Eight Rules tied the horse to one of the stoneware door wedges, and Sha Monk put down his pole. As he was sensitive to the cold wind, Tripitaka sat on the threshold. “Master,” said Eight Rules, “this must be the residence of a noble man or an official. If we can’t see anyone near the front door, all the inhabitants must be inside warming themselves by the fire. You two sit here, and let me go inside to take a look.” “Take care!” said the Tang Monk. “Don’t offend people!” Idiot said, “I know! Since I was converted and entered the gate of Chan, I have acquired some manners! I’m not like one of those village fools!”

Tying the muckrake to his waist, Idiot straightened out his blue silk shirt and walked inside in a civil manner. He saw three large front halls with all the curtains drawn up; the whole place was quiet and without a trace of any human inhabitant. There were neither furniture nor utensils. Passing the screens, he walked further inside and came upon a long corridor, behind which was a tall, two-story building. The windows on top were half opened, and one could see parts of a set of yellow silk curtains in the room. “The people must be afraid of the cold,” said Idiot to himself. “They are still sleeping!” With no regard for manners, Idiot strode right up to the second story of the building. When he drew the curtains apart to take a look, he was so startled that he stumbled and fell. Inside the curtains, you see, and lying on top of an ivory bed was a skeleton of sickly white. The skull was big as a jar and the leg bones, straight as poles, were about four or five feet long. After he had calmed down, Idiot could not restrain the tears rolling down his cheeks. Shaking his head and sighing, he said to the skeleton, “I wonder you are

The remains of a marshal of which nation,

Or of which domain or state a great general.

Once you were a hero striving to win;

Today how piteously you show your bones.

Your children and wife aren’t here to serve you;

No soldiers burn incense to honor you.

You are truly most lamentable a sight:

You, who used to seek rule by might or right!”

As Eight Rules thus lamented, he suddenly saw a flare of light behind the curtains. “Someone must be here after all to offer incense to him,” said Idiot. He went behind the curtains hurriedly to look and found that rays of light were coming through some screens set up in a side room. Behind the screens was a lacquered table, on which there were several garments made of embroidered silk brocade. When Idiot picked them up, he saw that they were three silk vests.

Without regard for good or ill, he took the vests and came down the building. He went back through the front halls to walk out the door. “Master,” he said, “there’s no trace of anyone living inside. It’s in fact a residence of the deceased. Old Hog went inside and walked upstairs to the tall tower, where there was a skeleton inside some yellow silk curtains. In a side room there were three silk vests, which I’ve brought with me. This has to be our luck, at least a little of it! Since it’s turning cold now, we can make good use of them. Master, take off your outer garment and put on one of those vests. Enjoy, so you won’t feel the cold so much.” “No! No!” said Tripitaka. “For the Code Book says, ‘To take things, whether in open or in secret, is thievery.’ If someone found out and caught up with us, the officials would undoubtedly charge us with the crime of theft. Take them back and put them at the place you found them. We can sit here for awhile to escape from the wind, and when Wukong arrives, we’ll move on. Those of us who have left the family should not be so covetous of small gains!” Eight Rules said, “There’s not a single person around, even dogs or chickens are unaware of our presence. Only we know what we have done. Who will file charges against me? Who will be a witness? It was as if I had picked up these vests from the road. What do you mean by taking in open or in secret?” “You act foolishly!” said Tripitaka. “Though man may not know it, will Heaven be ignorant of it? Xuandi left this instruction:

He may conscience slyly despise,

But like lightning are the god’s eyes.4

Return them quickly! Don’t be greedy for things which do not belong to you.”

Idiot, of course, refused to listen. Laughing, he said to the Tang Monk, “O Master! Since I became a human, I have worn several vests, but none made with such lovely brocade. If you won’t want to put it on, let old Hog put it on. I’m going to try something new, and I want to warm my back a bit. When Elder Brother arrives, I’ll take it off and we’ll move on.” “If that’s the way you put it,” said Sha Monk, “I’ll try one, too!” The two of them took off their shirts and put on the vests. They were just trying to tighten the straps when all of sudden they could no longer stand up and tumbled to the ground. The vests, you see, somehow turned out to be like two straitjackets; in an instant, the two of them had their arms twisted backwards and firmly bound behind their backs. Tripitaka was so taken aback that he stamped his feet and chided them; he then went forward to try to untie them, but it was all to no avail. As the three of them made continuous clamor over there, a demon was soon alerted.

That towered building, you see, had indeed been devised by a monster-spirit, who had spent the days ensnaring people at the place. As he sat in his own cave, he suddenly heard noises of complaint and expostulation. When he hurried out to have a look, he found two victims all tied up. The demon called up his little imps quickly and did away with the buildings and towers. The Tang Monk was seized, along with the white horse and the luggage. Then they herded all of them, including Eight Rules and Sha Monk, into the cave. After the old demon took his seat high in the middle, the little fiends pushed the Tang Monk forward and forced him to kneel down. “Where did you come from, monk?” asked the old demon. “How dare you be so bold as to steal my garments?”

As tears rolled down, the Tang Monk said, “This poor monk is someone sent by the Great Tang in the Land of the East to acquire scriptures in the Western Heaven. Stricken with hunger just now, I told my senior disciple to go to beg for food and he hasn’t returned. He told us to remain seated in the mountain, and if we had listened to him, we would not have trespassed your immortal court to find shelter from the cold wind. It was here that these two young disciples of mine grew covetous of small things after they found your clothes. Your poor monk certainly had no evil intentions, and they were told to return the vests to where they were found. Refusing to listen to me, they wanted to wear them just to warm their backs, and that was how they fell into the traps set by the Great King. Since you have caught me, I beg you to be merciful and spare my life so that I may proceed to acquire the true scriptures. I shall always be grateful for your grace and kindness, which I shall forever proclaim when I return to the Land of the East.”

“I have often heard,” said the demon, chuckling, “that if anyone eats a piece of the Tang Monk’s flesh, his white hair will turn black, and his fallen teeth will grow back once more. Today it is my good fortune that you have arrived without my beckoning. And you still expect me to spare you? What is the name of your big disciple? Where did he go to beg for food?” On hearing the question, Eight Rules said loudly and boastfully, “My Elder Brother is Sun Wukong, the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, who caused great havoc in Heaven five hundred years ago.”

When the demon heard that declaration, he became rather apprehensive. Though he did not utter a word, he thought to himself, “I have heard for a long time that that fellow has vast magic powers. I didn’t expect that I would meet him by chance like this.” Then he gave the order: “Little ones, tie them up also with two new ropes. Put them all in the rear. Wait until I have caught their big disciple. Then we can steam them all together to eat them.” The little fiends obeyed with a shout and tied up all three of them before they were carried to the rear. The white horse was chained in the stable and the luggage was left in the house. Then the various monster-spirits began sharpening their weapons to prepare to catch Pilgrim, and we shall leave them for the moment.

We tell you now about Pilgrim Sun, who after he had stolen an alms bowlful of rice from the village in the south, mounted his cloud to return to where he began. By the time he reached the slope of the mountain and lowered his cloud, he saw that the Tang Monk was gone. The circle he drew with his rod could be seen on the ground, but neither the people nor the horse were anywhere in sight. He quickly turned his head to look toward the towered buildings and found that these, too, had disappeared. All he saw were strange rocks and mountain ridges. Aghast, Pilgrim said, “That’s it! They must have fallen into danger!” Following the tracks of the horse he hurried along the road toward the West.

He journeyed for about five or six miles, and as he became more and more dejected, he heard all at once someone speaking on the northern slope. When he looked, he saw that it was an old man, who had on a thick woolen robe, and his head was covered by a warm hat. On his feet he had on a pair of half-new leather boots which had been nicely waxed. He supported himself with a staff that had a dragon head, and he was followed by a young houseboy. The old man also carried a twig of winter-plum blossoms in his hand, and as he walked down the slope, he was humming some kind of song. Putting down his alms bowl, Pilgrim faced him and bowed, saying, “Old Grandpa, this humble priest salutes you.” Returning his bow, the old man said, “Where did you come from, elder?” Pilgrim said, “We came from the Land of the East, on our way to seek scriptures from Buddha in the Western Heaven. Master and disciples, there were altogether four of us. Because my master was hungry, I was sent to beg for some vegetarian food. I told the three of them to sit on a level spot by the mountain slope back there to wait for me. By the time I came back, however, they had disappeared. I don’t know which road they took. May I ask, Old Grandpa, whether you have seen them?” When the old man heard this, he snickered and said, “Was there someone with a long snout and huge ears among those three?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” said Pilgrim.

“Was there also someone with a gloomy complexion tugging a white horse and leading a pale-faced stoutish monk?” “Yes! Yes! Yes!” said Pilgrim. The old man said, “You have taken the wrong road, all of you! Don’t bother to look for them. Each of you should flee for your life!” Pilgrim said, “The pale-faced one is my master, and those strange-looking priests are my younger brothers. They and I were united in our determination to go to the Western Heaven for scriptures. How could I not go to search for them?” “I passed through this region some time ago,” said the old man, “and I saw them taking the wrong road, which had to lead them straight into the mouth of demons.” “Old Grandpa,” said Pilgrim, “please tell me what kind of a demon there is and where does he live, so that I may demand their return at his door.”

The old man said, “This mountain is named the Golden Helmet Mountain, and in it there is a Golden Helmet Cave. The master of the cave is the Great King One-Horned Buffalo, who has vast magic powers and who is most capable in the martial arts. Your three companions this time must have lost their lives, and if you go there to search for them, I fear that you, too, may get yourself killed. Perhaps it’s better for you not to go. I don’t want to keep you from going, but I certainly am not going to encourage you either. It’s your decision.”

Bowing again and again to thank him, Pilgrim said, “I am grateful to the Old Grandpa for his instructions. But I cannot possibly give up my search!” He was about to pour out the rice that he took from the village in the south to give to the old man so that he could put away the empty bowl when the old man lay down his staff and took away the alms bowl. All at once the houseboy and the old man both revealed their true forms and went to their knees to kowtow. “Great Sage,” they cried in unison, “these humble deities dare not hide anything from you. We are the mountain god and the local spirit of this region, and we have come to receive you here. Let us keep the bowl and the rice for the moment, so that the Great Sage can exercise his power. When the Tang Monk is rescued, the rice will then be presented to him and he will appreciate what reverence and devotion the Great Sage has shown him.”

“You are asking to be beaten, clumsy ghosts!” bellowed Pilgrim. “If you knew that I had arrived, why didn’t you show up earlier to meet me? Why must you come in shabby disguises?” “The Great Sage is rather impetuous,” said the local spirit, “and this humble deity dares not confront you directly. That’s why we camouflage ourselves to report to you.” Calming down more and more, Pilgrim said, “I’ll only make a note of your beating this time! Take care of that alms bowl for me, and let me go and catch that monster-spirit.” The local spirit and the mountain god obeyed.

Tightening his sash on his tiger-skin kilt which he hitched up, our Great Sage dashed into the mountain to look for the fiend’s cave, holding high his golden-hooped rod. He passed one of the cliffs and saw more strange boulders and two stone doors just beneath a green ledge. In front of the doors were many little imps, wielding lances and waving swords. Truly there were

Mists in auspicious folds;

Moss in bluish clumps;

Strange rugged rocks stood in array;

Rough winding paths coiled round and round.

Apes cried and birds sang in this lovely scene;

Phoenixes, male and female, danced as in Peng-Ying.5

A few plums, facing the east, began to bloom;

Warmed by the sun, the bamboos displayed their green.

Beneath the steep ridge—

Within the deep brook—

Beneath the steep ridge snow piled high like powder;

Within the deep brook water froze as ice.

Pines and cedars fresh for a thousand years;

Bunches of mountain tea all glowing red.

As he did not go there merely to admire the scenery, our Great Sage strode up to the doors and cried out in a severe voice, “Little imps! Go inside quickly and tell your cave master that I am Sun Wukong, the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, and the disciple of the holy monk from the Tang court. Tell him to send out my master quickly so that all of your lives may be spared.”

That group of fiends dashed inside to report, “Great King, there is a hairy-faced priest with a curved beak outside. He calls himself Sun Wukong, the Great Sage, Equal to Heaven, and he has come to demand the return of his master.” When he heard this announcement, the demon king was delighted. “I wanted him to come!” he said. “Since I left my former palace and descended to earth, I have never had a chance to practice martial art. Today he is here and he will be a worthy opponent.” He gave the order at once for his weapon to be brought out, and every one of those fiends, young and old, in the cave aroused himself. They hurriedly hauled out a twelve-foot-long spotted-steel lance to present to the old fiend. Then the old fiend gave this order: “Little ones, all of you must follow orders. Those who advance will be rewarded; those who retreat will be executed.” The fiends all obeyed and followed the old demon, who, when he walked out of the cave, asked aloud, “Who is Sun Wukong?” On one side Pilgrim took a look at that demon king and saw that he was ugly and ferocious indeed:

A jagged, single horn;

A pair of gleaming eyes;

Coarse skin swelling up from his head;

Dark flesh glowing beneath his ears.

A long tongue oft’ licking his nose;

A wide mouth full of yellow teeth.

His hide is like indigo blue;

His tendons are tough as steel.

Rhino-like, though he can’t light up the stream;6

Steer-like, though he can’t plow the fields.

He has no use at all for tilling the soil,

Though he has the strength to shake Heav’n and Earth.

His two dyed-blue hands with tendons brown

Grasp firmly the long, straight, spotted-steel lance.

You’ll see why, if you stare at his fierce form,

He’s called Great King One-Horned Buffalo.

Pilgrim Sun walked up to him and said, “Your Grandpa Sun is here! Give me back my master quickly, and you will suffer no harm. Utter but half a ‘No,’ and I’ll see to it that you die faster than you can select your burial ground!” “You audacious, brazen monkey-spirit!” shouted the demon. “What abilities do you have that you dare indulge in such tall talk?” “You brazen fiend,” said Pilgrim, “it’s only you who has never seen the abilities of old Monkey!” The demon said, “Your master stole some garments of mine and I caught him all right. And now I am just about to have him steamed and eaten. What kind of a warrior are you that you dare demand his return at my door?” “My master is an honest and upright priest,” said Pilgrim. “It’s impossible that he should want to steal things from a fiend like you!” The demon replied, “I created an immortal village beside the mountain, and your master sneaked into one of the buildings. What he saw he coveted, and he took three of my vests of silk brocade and put them on. I had proof derived from both the stolen goods and witnesses, and that was why I seized him. If you indeed are able, you should try your hand with me. If you can withstand me for three rounds, I will spare your master’s life. If you can’t, I’ll send you to the Region of Darkness!”

With a laugh, Pilgrim said, “Brazen creature! No need for this bravado! If you speak of trying my hand, you are after old Monkey’s own heart. Come up here and have a taste of my rod!” The fiendish creature, of course, was in no wise afraid of any combat. Raising his lance, he stabbed at Pilgrim’s face. This was quite a marvelous battle! Look at

The golden-hooped rod upraised—

The long-shaft ed lance going out—

The golden-hooped rod upraised

Is brilliant as the golden snakes of lightning.

The long-shaft ed lance going out

Is radiant like a dragon leaving the ink-dark sea.

The little imps beat the drums before the door

As they spread in formation to help the fight.

Over here our Great Sage uses his might

To reveal, back and forth, his abilities.

On that side there is a lance,

Alert and spirited;

On our side there is a rod—

Such lofty art of combat!

Truly a hero has met a hero true;

A foe has found another worthy foe.

That demon king belches purple breath like lightning coils;

This Great Sage’s eyes flash forth rays like brocade clouds.

Because a Great Tang Monk faces an ordeal,

They, without forbearance, strive bitterly.

Closing again and again for more than thirty times, they could not reach a decision. When that demon king saw how perfect Wukong’s style was in using his rod, how there was not even the slightest false move, he was so pleased that he shouted bravos repeatedly, saying, “Marvelous ape! Marvelous ape! Truly abilities like these are worthy to cause havoc in Heaven!” That Great Sage, too, was also pleased by the methodical way in which the demon king wielded his lance: as he parried left and right, every blow and every thrust were in perfect form. “Marvelous spirit! Marvelous spirit!” cried the Great Sage also. “Truly a demon capable of stealing elixir!” The two of them therefore fought for twenty more rounds.

Using the tip of his lance to point at the ground, the demon king shouted for the little imps to attack together. All those brazen fiends, wielding swords, scimitars, staffs, and spears, rushed forward at once and surrounded the Great Sage Sun completely. Entirely undaunted, Pilgrim only cried, “Welcome! Welcome! That’s exactly what I want!” He used his golden-hooped rod to cover his front and back, to parry blows east and west, but that gang of fiends refused to be beaten back. Growing more agitated, Pilgrim tossed his rod up into the air, shouting, “Change!” It changed immediately into iron rods by the hundreds and thousands; like flying snakes and soaring serpents, they descended onto the fiends from the air. When those monster-spirits saw this, everyone was frightened out of his wits. Covering their heads and necks, they fled toward their cave for their lives. The old demon king, however, stood still and, laughing with scorn, said, “Monkey, don’t be impertinent! Watch my trick!” He at once took out from his sleeve a white, shiny fillet and tossed it up in the air, crying, “Hit!” With a swish, all the iron rods changed back into a single rod, which was then sucked up by the fillet. The Great Sage Sun, completely empty-handed, had to use his somersault desperately in order to escape with his life. Thus

The demon, in victory, returned to his cave,

But Pilgrim, in a daze, knew not what to do.

Truly it is that

The Dao is one foot but demons are ten feet tall.

Nature reels, feelings faint—the wrong home you find.

Dharma-self, alas, has no proper seat:

His act that time stems from a faulty mind!

We do not know what is the end of all this; let’s listen to the explanation in the next chapter.