Wukong and Bajie were searching for Banana Cave when they met a woodcutter.
Wukong stepped forward and saluted him. "Brother woodcutter, may I ask you something?"
The woodcutter put away his axe and returned the salute. "Where are you two elders headed?"
Wukong said, "We heard there was a Banana Cave here. Where might it be? Sorry for the trouble, brother woodcutter, but please point us the way."
The woodcutter said, "What business do you two elders have at Banana Cave?"
Wukong smiled. "My master was commanded by King Tang of the Eastern Land to journey west for the scriptures. Our route took us to Flaming Mountain, but those eight hundred li of flames are hard to cross. That is why we have come here to borrow a fan to put out the fire."
Bajie chimed in with a grin. "And enjoy a feast while we're here!"
The woodcutter said, "The Rakshasi of Banana Cave is not easy to deal with. You come to borrow her fan empty-handed, without gifts, and speak so frivolously, laughing and joking. I fear you will anger her and fail to borrow the fan."
Bajie said, "You woodcutter, you have no manners! Everyone calls her the Iron Fan Immortal. Why do you call her the Rakshasi?"
Wukong said, "Why would I need to bring gifts to borrow her fan? You don't know this, but I have family ties with her household!"
The woodcutter told Wukong and Bajie:
"It is not that I lack manners. The Rakshasi's fan can keep the lands around Flaming Mountain peaceful, so the people there call her the Iron Fan Immortal. We have no use for her here, so we all call her the Rakshasi!"
"You monks bring no gifts and rely on your past friendship with her. But how can