"Monkey, don't think you can get away with what you just said to me." The White Dragon suddenly spoke, looking at Sun Wukong, who stood on the ground.
Sun Wukong heard this and laughed in anger. "What, you dare challenge me, Old Sun, to a fight?"
The White Dragon knew he was no match for Sun Wukong, so he shut his mouth and said no more. Only when the two stopped arguing did Guanyin speak again.
"White Dragon, this is Tang Sanzang, the man you're to follow. Did you just swallow his horse?" The Bodhisattva pointed at Tang Sanzang, who was covered in blood and wailing on the ground.
"Forgive me, Bodhisattva. I've been waiting in this mountain stream for a long time, and I was so hungry that I had no choice but to eat the White Horse. I hope you and Master Sanzang won't hold it against me."
"Since the master has lost his White Horse, why don't you transform into his mount and carry him on his pilgrimage to retrieve the scriptures?" the Bodhisattva continued.
"I'm willing to atone this way." The White Dragon lowered his head. He knew that only by becoming Tang Sanzang's mount could he ease the master's grief over losing his previous horse.
Guanyin nodded at the White Dragon's reply, then performed a spell. A dazzling white light immediately emanated from the Dragon King's Third Prince.
When Tang Sanzang saw the light, he stopped wailing and stared at its center. But the light grew brighter and brighter until he could no longer look directly at it.
The white light continued to intensify, but just as Tang Sanzang thought it was about to engulf him, it suddenly vanished.
Tang Sanzang looked again. The White Dragon was gone, and in his place stood a horse