Tang Sanzang and his disciples had stayed in Chen Family Village for over a month.
It was the depths of winter; withered leaves bore frost blossoms, and green pines hung with frozen bells.
Eager to cross the river, Tang Sanzang went to inspect the Tongtian River every day. Seeing more boats gradually appearing on the river these past days, he began to wish to cross it and continue west.
Tang Sanzang said to Chen Qing, "Old benefactor, I see many boats crossing the river. Might one carry this poor monk across?"
Chen Qing said, "You must not, Holy Monk. This Tongtian River stretches a vast eight hundred li across. Those people sail across with five or seven to a boat, or a dozen or more. They risk their lives for profit. Should anything go wrong, the boat capsizes and everyone aboard goes under, and all is lost."
Tang Sanzang said, "Well..."
Chen Qing said, "Please stay here at ease a while longer, Holy Monk. At the year's end, merchant ships travel between the two shores. Only with their sturdy hulls and solid cabins can one cross safely. I have already had someone contact a merchant caravan. They can take you along when the time comes."
Bajie said, "Master, those little boats would have trouble carrying even me, Old Pig. One wave would overturn them. Listen to the old benefactor and wait for a big ship!"
Sha Wujing also said, "Master, Second Brother is right. Safety matters most. We've already traveled for so many years. Another day or two won't matter!"
Persuaded, Tang Sanzang stayed another half month.
The New Year was approaching, and every household in Chen Family Village had taken on a festive air.
Chen Qing came to Tang Sanzang and said, "Holy Monk, the merchant ship will arrive