Now Wukong had ventured into Little Thunderclap by night to rescue Tang Sanzang, only to have Ao Tu anticipate his move.
Seeing that things had gone badly, Wukong escaped with a somersault.
The Six Ding and Six Jia and the Five Directional Guardians were all caught in Ao Tu's Bundle, poured out, bound, and sent to join Tang Sanzang and his disciples.
At the Buddha Hall.
Tang Sanzang suffered his ordeal in misery; the defeated gods met their calamity in dejection.
Merit was hard to achieve, their destined lot bitter; when would they travel unhindered to the Western Heaven?
Ao Tu had won, and the Yellow-Browed Old Demon held a feast.
The demons made merry. After the feast, the Yellow-Browed Old Demon smiled and said to Ao Tu, "Senior brother, now that Tang Sanzang and his disciples have been caught, when will you return my Bundle?"
Ao Tu smiled. "Junior brother, would I really take your Bundle?"
Joy appeared on the Yellow-Browed Old Demon's face at these words, but before he could enjoy it for long, Ao Tu changed his tune.
"It's just that Sun Wukong hasn't been caught yet. I'm afraid that if I return the Bundle to you, that monkey will get hold of it, so I'll keep it for you for now. Once we've caught the monkey, I'll certainly return it."
The Yellow-Browed Old Demon forced a strained smile. "Senior brother, once we've caught Sun Wukong, you must return the Bundle to me."
Ao Tu said, "Of course, of course."
The Yellow-Browed Old Demon was still rather uneasy at heart, but for now he could only force a cheerful face.
Ao Tu saw Yellow-Browed Old Demon's reluctance. After a moment's thought, he took out the Golden Cymbals and said, "Junior brother, I'll return these to you first,