As the Merit Golden Light faded, Xuanzang slumped atop the White Dragon Horse, aching all over, while the demonic BGM of "Jingwei Fills the Sea" kept looping through his mind.
"Wukong... your master... needs... to recuperate... Find somewhere... without rocks..." His voice was as thin as a thread, and every bone in his body seemed to be protesting.
Sun Wukong held back a laugh. "Rest assured, Master! The scenery ahead is beautiful, and there will definitely be a good place to rest!"
Zhu Bajie rubbed the bumps covering his head. "Exactly! Best if there's a river too, so Old Pig can wash off this bad luck! Getting smashed up like this by a little girl is humiliating!"
Sha Wujing silently nodded and straightened his monk's robe, which had been torn by the rocks.
The four master and disciples, horse included, dragged their "wounded and crippled" bodies onward for several more days.
Up ahead, they suddenly saw a towering mountain, perilous beyond measure.
The mountain was:
Jagged and soaring, its steep ridges mighty!
Vines hung upside down, and bizarre rocks rose in craggy heaps.
A thousand peaks stood like halberds, ten thousand cliffs spread like folding screens.
Sunlight reflected off the mountain mist, lightly veiling the emerald green; after the rain, dark hues chilledly held their blue-green shade.
It was none other than Dudi Mountain!
At the foot of the mountain, Demonic Aura faintly rose into the air.
Xuanzang's heart trembled at the sight. "Wukong, this mountain is dangerous. There may be demons here..."
Before he could finish!
A foul gale swept across the ground!
Mixed within it was the cloying fragrance of cosmetics, along with a trace of... a fishy stench that made one's scalp tingle!
"Hee hee hee... What a handsome monk brother! Sister has been waiting for you