Monkey King Sun Wu Kong——Journey to the West

Sunn Wuh-kong immediately told the monks to prepare vegetarian food.The monks became very busy, washing rice, cooking, making flatbread, steaming buns, and preparing soup.In no time, four or five tables of food were set out.Before long, a gust of wind rose.As the wind blew, it carried a wave of fragrance.Sunn Wuh-kong looked up and saw a very beautiful woman walking over.The woman walked up to the little monk, hugged him tightly, and said."Little master, what scripture are you chanting."

After escaping danger, the four master and disciples continued westward.Not long after, they encountered another infamous mountain, the Eight Hundred Li Lion Camel Ridge.In the mountain lived three great demon kings, with more than forty seven thousand little demons under them, all living by eating humans.While Sunn Wuh-kong was gathering information, he met a mountain patrol demon.

In the clearing stood an old, broken temple. Sunn Wuh-kong took one look and said, “This place is wrong. Something is off here.”Before he even finished speaking, a gust of gloomy wind blew by. An old man who claimed to be “the Local Land of this place” came out with a ghost servant behind him, a blue-faced, red-bearded fellow with his upper body bare, carrying a plate of steaming hot steamed buns on his head.The moment Juu Baa Jyeh saw food, he wanted to reach out and grab some,

Lingji Bodhisattva took out a small silk pouch from his sleeve. He then took out the Wind-Fixing Pill from the pouch and carefully tucked it inside Sunn Wuh-kong’s collar. The Bodhisattva was worried that Sunn Wuh-kong might be careless, or that the pill might fall out. So he took a needle and thread and sewed the collar tightly, stitching the silk pouch firmly inside.

That river was called the River of Sons and Mothers. If a woman drank the water, she would carry a male fetus. If a man drank the water, he would carry a female fetus. Anyone who drank the river water would show “symptoms of pregnancy.” Tung Sahn-zung was so anxious that sweat poured down his face. “Wuh-kong, Wuh-kong! Save me !”

After the evening meal, the officer also arranged people to tidy three meditation rooms and let them rest. Everyone left. Tung Sahn-zung told his disciples to sleep first. He himself wanted to recite scriptures a while longer. Tung Sahn-zung recited until the third watch of the night, then closed the scroll. He had just gone to sleep when he suddenly heard a sound outside the door, and a gust of wild wind rose. But he was too sleepy and lay on the desk and fell asleep. Though asle...

“She’s not human, Master—she’s a demon here to harm you!” Tung San-zang said, “A monk should be compassionate. You can’t just hit and kill. How can we fetch scriptures like this? Go back.” Wuh-kong kowtowed and pleaded. Tung Sahn-zung finally relented: “Fine. I’ll spare you this time. But you may not raise your hand again.”

The Bodhisattva was shocked and scolded: “Sun Wu-kong! How can you kill someone so casually?” Sun Wu-kong replied: “Bodhisattva, that wasn’t an ordinary Daoist. He was a friend of the Black Bear Demon.” The Bodhisattva looked closer and saw the Daoist’s true form—a gray wolf. On the bottom of the plate were four engraved characters: Made by Lingxu. When Sunn Wuh-kong saw these words, his eyes lit up and he immediately had a plan. The Bodhisattva asked: “Tell me your idea.”