Tang Sanzang, Bajie, and the Sand Monk were parched from their journey. When the tea was brought out, they drank it all in one go without hesitation.
Sun Wukong wasn't thirsty, so he sat there and watched his surroundings. After Tang Sanzang and the others drank the tea, he noticed a barely perceptible, sinister smile tugging at the old Daoist's lips.
Sun Wukong had his suspicions, and knew there had to be something wrong with the tea—something must have been put in it. So he pretended to drink.
Before long, Tang Sanzang, Bajie, and the Sand Monk all turned deathly pale. Tears streamed down their faces, foam spilled from their mouths, and one by one they collapsed to the ground.
Goku pretended to collapse too. While the old Daoist wasn't looking, he suddenly sprang up, pulled out his Golden Cudgel, and swung it at him.
The old Daoist reacted swiftly, dodging with a sidestep. Sun Wukong stood facing him and asked, "I wonder how we disciples have offended you, Daoist, that you would try to take our lives."
The old Daoist laughed. "Heh. You may not have offended me, but you did offend my seven lovely junior sisters."
"Now that you've walked right into my trap, don't blame me for showing no mercy. You'll never escape my grasp."
With that, the old Daoist drew his sword and slashed at once. The seven Spider Demons also appeared to help him.
Sun Wukong fought the horde of monsters, growing more excited as the battle went on. His Golden Cudgel whirled nimbly in his hands, as if he were making it blossom into a dazzling flower.
Seeing that they were gradually losing ground and that the situation was dire, the female demons joined forces and spat out threads, weaving a huge net above