With a single blow of his staff, Wukong killed Yang Meng. The resentment pent up over so many days instantly poured out, leaving him clearheaded and utterly refreshed. Holding his staff, he laughed three times, and a faint golden light seemed to shine through his body, flashing past.
Yang Meng's wife felt both grief and joy. She knelt and said, "Thank you, Elder, for saving my son and me..."
Wukong looked at the mother and son, thought for a moment, and said:
"Don't say anything about my saving you. You still have to live with your parents-in-law. If you tell the truth, it'll only make things difficult for you. Just say Old Sun couldn't stand the sight of him and, on a sudden impulse, killed him with one blow."
When Yang Meng's wife heard this, how profound his kindness was! She kowtowed repeatedly, then asked anxiously, "But if you say that, Elder, won't it bring trouble on you?"
Wukong said, "Old Sun is a monk traveling far from home. I won't stay here long. Even if he goes to the underworld to accuse me, taking his complaint throughout the Three Realms and Five Offices, before all the rulers of the ten directions, I'm not afraid. It's just that my master is a compassionate monk who can't bear such things. If he finds out, he might have something to say..."
Yang Meng's wife said, "The Holy Monk tried every way to persuade him. He brought this on himself and refused to repent. No one else is to blame. Elder, you saved my son's life and mine, and I have no way to repay you. How could I bear to see this harm the harmony between you and your master? Let me take responsibility. Please help me bury him, Elder. I'll burn