Lin Tian hurriedly said to Zhu Bajie, "Pighead, show them that face of yours."
Zhu Bajie truly shook his head twice, raised his palm-leaf-fan ears, twisted his dangling, lotus-seedpod lips, and let out a shout.
The women were frightened into stumbling and crawling away.
Everyone was terrified. Seeing Zhu Bajie's horrifying appearance, none dared approach again.
Zhu Bajie led the horse, jutting out his lips and flapping his ears.
The party proceeded onward, passing orderly houses and imposing storefronts along the market streets. There were shops selling salt and rice, wine shops and teahouses; goods flowed through towers sounding drums and horns, while curtains hung over the windows of taverns and guesthouses.
After turning several corners, they suddenly saw a female official standing beside the street. She called out loudly, "Travelers from afar, you may not enter the city gates without permission. Please go to the station and register your names. Once I have reported them to Her Majesty, your travel permits will be inspected and you will be allowed through."
Hearing this, the Tang Monk dismounted. He saw a plaque above the office bearing the words "Greeting Yang Station," then stepped forward and greeted the female official.
The official bowed slightly and asked, "Where have you travelers come from?" Yet her eyes kept roaming over the Tang Monk.
The Tang Monk said, "We are imperial envoys under the sovereign of Eastern Tang, traveling to the Western Heaven to worship the Buddha and seek the scriptures. This humble monk is called Tang Sanzang. These are my disciples, who have accompanied me as guards along the way: one is called Zhu Wuneng, one Sun Wukong, and one Sha Wujing. Counting the horse, there are five of us. We carry a travel permit and ask that you inspect it and allow us