The local deity jumped in fright and hurriedly said, "Marshal, mind your words. Think about it—the god or devil who could create this eight-hundred-li Flaming Mountain must possess no ordinary magic power."
Zhu Bajie shrank his neck back, but he still felt somewhat aggrieved.
Xuanzang frowned. "If we are to fetch the scriptures, this eight-hundred-li Flaming Mountain is a road we must take. But with such a great fire, how are we supposed to cross it?"
Zhu Bajie, Sha Seng, and the Bull Devil King all sank into thought at his words.
The fire of Flaming Mountain was no mortal flame. Even with magic protecting their bodies, they were being scorched by it. If Xuanzang got close, he would likely have evaporated long ago.
"Holy Monk, do not be anxious! Holy Monk, do not be anxious!"
The local deity quickly said, "It is not as if there is no way to cross this Flaming Mountain."
As soon as Zhu Bajie heard that, he urged, "If there's a way, then hurry up and say it. If you don't, I'm going to be roasted through."
"Holy Monk, fifteen hundred li southwest of here there is a mountain called Emerald Cloud Mountain. On the mountain is a Plantain Cave, and within that cave dwelling lives an Iron Fan Immortal."
The local deity pointed southwest and said, "She has a Plantain Treasure Fan. One wave extinguishes the poisonous fire, two waves raise a great wind, and three waves bring down heavy rain. The common folk within several thousand li around here are able to survive precisely because every two years they invite this Iron Fan Immortal down the mountain to put out this fire."
Zhu Bajie said as soon as he heard it, "Then what are we waiting for? Hurry and go call her!"