Under a large tree.
Red Boy shuddered. The moment he heard Tang Sanzang's grating laughter, a bone-chilling feeling welled up inside him. As he watched the leaves stirred by the eerie wind, tears gathered in his eyes.
"I, the Great King, fear neither Heaven nor Earth. How could Tang Sanzang's laughter scare me?"
"Any demonic evils are paper tigers before my Samadhi True Fire!"
Red Boy muttered to himself, trying to work up his courage.
Though he had three or four hundred years of cultivation, mentally he was only an eight- or nine-year-old child. He had a little cunning, but that was about it.
Before long,
Tang Sanzang and his four disciples appeared in Red Boy's sight.
"Help! Holy Monk, please save me..."
Tears and snot streamed down Red Boy's face as he struggled and begged Tang Sanzang for help. He put every last bit of his acting skill into it. If Tang Sanzang had been a Holy Mother who couldn't tell good from evil, he might really have fooled him.
"Master, they say you shouldn't sweep the snow from another person's doorstep. A naked child crying for help in these deep mountains must be up to something. Better not invite trouble. Let's go."
"You didn't tie him up, so why should you be the one to save him?"
Sun Wukong had a furry face and a thunder-god's beak, making him look downright terrifying.
Just as they had agreed beforehand, he played his part according to the script.
"Amitabha Buddha. We monks take compassion as our guiding principle. I should rescue this poor little benefactor. If I leave him here, sooner or later the wolves and wild beasts will devour him."
"Better I get to taste his tender flesh than leave him to those beasts. Heh heh heh..."
Tang Sanzang