The little fox had thought that once the monk heard her warning, he would be frightened into turning back the way he came.
Who would have thought that this handsome monk would not only be unafraid, but insist on heading straight into danger?
When she saw Xuanzang pat the fierce tiger beneath him and the party actually begin to pass her to continue up the mountain, the little fox panicked.
"Hey! No, you can't!"
She no longer cared about pretending to be a mature, steady woodcutter. In a few bounds, she leaped down from the rocky cliff, spread her arms, and planted herself firmly in Sun Wukong's path, stamping her feet in agitation:
"Why can't you monks tell good advice from bad?! I already told you, the vicious demons and savage monsters up ahead are incredibly powerful! With your tender skin and delicate flesh, going there would be like throwing meat buns to a dog-you'll never come back! Hurry up and take another route!"
Wukong stopped, planted the Golden Cudgel on the ground, and rested one hand on his hip. Watching the "woodcutter" hopping about in panic with keen interest, he bared his teeth in a grin:
"Heh heh, you certainly worry a lot. We've been sent by the Great Tang of the Eastern Land to undertake the Journey to the West. Tell Old Sun, then, just what vicious demons and savage monsters are up ahead? How many years has the demon been a demon, and how many years has the monster been a monster? Let's hear it."
When the little fox heard the hairy-faced monk question her, she thought he had grown frightened. Her spirits immediately revived, and she puffed out her chest, putting on a mysterious air as she sneered:
"The answer will scare you to death! Prick