At Bajie's words, Wukong gave an awkward smile, hurriedly turned, and patted Bajie's belly to soothe him:
"Hey, hey, your Monkey Brother was wrong. My good junior brother, don't be angry, don't be angry. Look at this garden!"
He pointed farther inside.
"Painted railings and carved balustrades lie in ruin, jeweled pavilions lean askew. Green moss covers the winding paths by the bridge, a desolate garden through and through... Tsk, tsk, what a pity, what a pity. It must have been a fine garden once, yet now it's fallen into such decay. It reminds me of how my Water Curtain Cave once looked."
Bajie rolled his eyes and swatted his furry hand away.
"Brother! You're going off again! Why waste your sighs on it?"
"Hurry up and find that well. Don't hold things up. Master told us to be quick."
At that, Wukong shook off his wistful air and nodded.
By moonlight, the two searched the garden carefully.
Long untended, the imperial garden was overgrown with weeds and tangled vines.
Halfway around, Wukong suddenly stopped, sniffed, and fixed his gaze on a banana tree.
The banana tree grew luxuriantly, its thick leaves towering above the surrounding plants and gleaming oily-bright beneath the moon.
Wukong walked over, circled it once, tapped its roots with the Golden Cudgel, and grinned.
"Bajie, get to work. The well's buried beneath the Banana Tree."
Bajie answered, raised his rake with both hands, and struck straight at the Banana Tree's roots.
Boom-
The Banana Tree toppled with the blow.
Bajie gouged at the earth with his rake. Three or four feet down, a square bluestone slab appeared, sealing the opening tightly.
Bajie straightened, brushed the dirt from his hands, lifted the slab, and looked at Wukong.
"Monkey Brother, the well really is here!"
Wukong crouched beside