After Wukong and the other two had worked for a while, Bajie soon found he could not hold out any longer. He said to Wukong, "Brother, we can't go on like this. Who knows how many more fields there are? By the time we get back, we won't be able to fetch the scriptures anymore. If you ask me, Old Pig, you should go plead with Guanyin Bodhisattva and see whether she can think of something for us. Failing that, you could at least ask her to put in a good word!"
Hearing this, Wukong thought Bajie had a point.
The medicinal fields stretched beyond sight. There was no telling how many more remained; they truly could not finish the work.
So Wukong went back again, returning to Golden Spell Mountain to find Guanyin Bodhisattva and explain what had happened.
Guanyin Bodhisattva rebuked him when she heard this. "You monkey! How could you cause such a disaster?"
Wukong lowered his head, admitted his fault, and pleaded repeatedly.
Guanyin Bodhisattva said, "I cannot plead for that favor on your behalf. How about this? I'll give you a treasure to help you."
Guanyin Bodhisattva drew the Yang Willow Branch from her pure vase, plucked three willow leaves from it, and placed them in Wukong's palm.
Wukong said, "Three willow leaves? What sort of treasure is this?"
Guanyin Bodhisattva said, "After you return, place these three willow leaves between your own eyebrows and those of Wuneng and Wujing.
"Once they are in place, even hundreds of millions of miles of land beneath your feet can be treated as a single step."
Delighted, Wukong said, "Thank you, Bodhisattva!"
Guanyin Bodhisattva said, "Remember, each willow leaf can last only one day."
Wukong hurriedly said, "Bodhisattva, one day isn't enough. Please grant your disciple another few