Bajie could ride the clouds, too. He leaped into the air and looked around, but there wasn't a single house within five li.
Tang Sanzang had no choice, so he sent Bajie off with a bowl to fetch some water and quench their thirst.
Sunlight filtered through the trees and fell across Tang Sanzang's face. He suddenly wondered why Bajie still hadn't returned with the water, so he sent Sand Monk to see where he had gone.
After Sand Monk left, Tang Sanzang heard a strange sound behind him. He turned around and saw Sun Wukong kneeling by the roadside, holding out a bowl.
"Please, Master, have some water," Sun Wukong said.
But Tang Sanzang was still angry. "I'd rather die of thirst than drink your water. Go away."
With that, he turned his head and ignored him.
Seeing this, Sun Wukong's face twisted into a terrifying expression, and his eyes turned red. But only for an instant—then he looked normal again.
He took out his iron staff and swung it straight down at Tang Sanzang's head. Tang Sanzang immediately collapsed, unconscious.
Sun Wukong picked up the two bundles Tang Sanzang had brought, mounted his Flying Nimbus, and vanished without a trace.
Meanwhile, Bajie had gone to the southern hillside to fetch water. Suddenly, he glimpsed a thatched cottage. He figured the little house must have been hidden behind the branches earlier, which was why he hadn't noticed it.
He decided to go there and ask for some vegetarian food.
Once he'd made up his mind, Bajie transformed into a ragged, haggard-looking young monk and went up to knock on the door and beg for a meal.
An old woman opened it. Seeing how sickly he looked, she gave him the leftovers from the day before.
After getting the food,