Xuanzang looked at himself and let out a faint sigh:
"Wukong... your master... needs... a river... a river that can wash away this 'Consecrated Sacred Body'..."
Sun Wukong, holding back laughter, said, "Rest assured, Master! There must be a spiritual spring ahead!"
Zhu Bajie rubbed his stomach, sore from laughing. "Exactly, exactly! Better if there's someone there to scrub you down! Master, in your condition... tsk tsk... you'll need steel wool!"
Sha Wujing silently nodded and took two steps farther away from his master.
The master and his three disciples, along with the horse, carried on with the aura of "performance art" clinging to them for who knew how long through cold and heat.
One day.
They reached a mountain ridge.
There stood that mountain:
Its craggy peaks soared, strange and imposing!
Vines hung thickly, ancient cypresses pierced the heavens!
A thousand peaks stood like halberds, ten thousand cliffs spread like folding screens!
Sunlight reflected off the mountain haze, lightly locking in emerald green; after rain, the dark hues held a chilly shade of blue!
Withered vines wound around old trees, hanging vines draped over curving streams!
It was none other than: Coiling Silk Ridge!
At the foot of the ridge, they suddenly saw a cave dwelling.
Its stone gates were tightly shut, with a stone tablet laid before them!
On the tablet was a line of large characters: "Coiling Silk Cave"!
Xuanzang reined in his horse. Seeing the cave's name, alarm bells began ringing in his heart.
"Wukong... this place... has heavy demonic aura... no, it is more like the scent of cosmetics... There may be female demons..." He unconsciously touched that stubborn Ink-like Heavenly Eye on his brow, then tightened his grip on his patch-covered monk's robe.
Sun Wukong's Fiery Golden Eyes flashed, and he had already seen