Meanwhile, the laborers set about felling trees.
The trees Ao Tu had conjured were towering, each sixty or seventy feet tall, with trunks so thick that four or five men joining hands could barely encircle them.
Even with several laborers working on a single tree, bringing it down took considerable effort.
Once a great tree fell, Tiger Brother sliced its trunk apart with his blade before the crowd.
Beside him, Tiger Younger Brother used the Fire-Control Technique to dry the wood.
Tiger Brother then applied his magical power, pinching and pressing, and soon fashioned a wooden cart.
The laborers all cried out in amazement, "A true divine miracle!"
As Tiger Brother made the Wooden Carts, he had people deliver them to those digging earth to help them transport the soil.
Twenty thousand laborers sprang into action, chanting work songs in a mighty din as cartload after cartload of timber and earth was transported to the bank of the Black Water River.
Seeing this, Tang Sanzang said, "How are they going to build a bridge out of these things?"
Bajie said, "Master, if you ask me, this River God is an amateur."
Wukong said, "How is he an amateur?"
Bajie said, "This river is so wide that any earth dumped into it will be washed away in an instant. Those logs may be large enough to build a bridge a li or two long, but they certainly won't hold up over sixty li."
Sha Wujing said, "Second Brother has a point. For a bridge that long, never mind wood-even iron chains wouldn't hold it together."
Wukong laughed. "The way I see it, there's no need for wood or iron chains. Bajie, just lay your nine-foot Rake across it and enlarge it until it braces against both banks. Wouldn't that make a