The bandits were furious, feeling that Sun Wukong had made a fool of them. They raised their swords and spears and began striking him on the head. Sun Wukong didn't move, simply standing there and letting them hit him.
After the bandits had beaten him for a long time and grown tired, Sun Wukong was still completely unharmed. He grinned and said, "If you won't keep hitting me, then I'll hit you."
With that, he hefted the Golden Cudgel and brought it down on the two bandits. Their skulls burst open, brains scattering everywhere. The others were so terrified that they dropped their weapons and fled in every direction.
Seeing what Sun Wukong had done, Tang Sanzang scolded him. He had Zhu Bajie bury the two bandits, then continued on his way.
Not long after, Ye Chen and Tang Sanzang's party came upon a farmhouse and decided to ask for lodging.
The owner of the farmhouse was surnamed Yang. The elderly couple were both over seventy, and a six-year-old child was playing in the courtyard. Tang Sanzang asked, "Old sir, is there no one else in your family?"
The old man sighed. "My son is a bandit. He's gone out."
In the middle of the night, while Ye Chen and Tang Sanzang's party were all asleep, Old Man Yang's son returned with a band of bandits. On closer inspection, they were the very same bandits Tang Sanzang had encountered at noon.
The bandits spotted a white horse in the courtyard. After asking around, they learned that Tang Sanzang and the others were staying there. They thought, So, you killed two of my companions at noon, and now you've walked right into our hands. We'll make you pay.
The bandits rolled up their sleeves and drew their swords, eager to avenge