When they arrived at Yellow Flower Temple, Ye Chen said to Sun Wukong, "I'll go lure that old Daoist out first. You hide in the clouds. When golden light shoots from the monster's eyes, throw that embroidery needle at it. How does that sound?"
Sun Wukong nodded and said with a bitter smile, "This is about all I can do now."
Ye Chen stood at the entrance, took out his spear, and smashed open the gate.
Hearing the noise, the old Daoist came out. When he saw Ye Chen, he sneered, "Well, well, a new face! Where's Sun Wukong? Did I beat him so badly he's afraid to come back? Hahahahaha!"
Ye Chen curled his lip and said to the old Daoist, "Sun Wukong's none of your concern. You'd better worry about yourself. You're about to die, and you still don't know your place. What a joke."
With that, he raised the spear in his hand and thrust it at the monster's head. But the monster wasn't about to surrender without a fight. It picked up its weapon and struck at Ye Chen, too.
But Ye Chen was no ordinary person. He had once beaten Sun Wukong so badly that he couldn't even get up off the ground. How could he let a monster get close to him so easily?
Ye Chen swiftly dodged the monster's attack, then turned and landed on a large rock. He began chanting a spell, and his aura suddenly grew stronger as he gathered a fearsome power.
Suddenly, Ye Chen moved. His aura didn't diminish in the slightest. Like a lion in the middle of a furious charge, he flew toward the monster.
The monster took out its weapon and began chanting a spell, too. A protective barrier formed around it, and as it continued