A brocade of subtle blossoms,
Wild flowers spreading a green carpet,
Streams running into each other,
Brooks and clouds both at their ease.
Dense grow the creepers in many a valley,
And trees are packed close on a distant ridge.
While songbirds call wild geese fly over,
Deer drink, and gibbons climb.
The green line of peaks stands like a screen;
The blue rock face is shaped like a topknot.
It is hard to reach it across the drifting sands;
None could tire of watching the waterfall.
Taoist boys roam in search of herbs;
Foresters return with loads of firewood.
It is a worthy rival to Mount Tiantai,
And better than the threefold Huashan summit.
As the Great Sage was looking at the mountain he saw a farmhouse on its Northern slope from where the barking of dogs could be heard. The Great Sage went straight down the mountainside to the farm, which was indeed a splendid place:
A bridge across a lively stream,
A cottage sheltered by the hill,
Dogs barking by the broken fence,
A recluse who comes and goes at will.
Monkey was soon at the gate, where he saw an old Taoist sitting on a green cushion. Putting down the earthenware bowl, Monkey went forward to greet him. The Taoist returned his greeting with a bow from where he sat and asked, “Where have you come from? What business brings you here to this hermitage?”
“I have been sent by the emperor of the Great Tang in the East to fetch the scriptures from the Western Heaven,” Brother Monkey replied. “My master's belly is unbearably painful and swollen because he drank some of the water of the Motherhood River. When we asked the local people they said it was because he is pregnant, and that there is no cure for this apart from the Miscarriage Spring in Childfree Cave in Mount Offspring Dissolved. So I have come especially to pay my respects to the As-you-will Immortal and beg him for some of the spring water with which to save my master. Could you be so kind as to show me the way?”
“This was Childfree Cave,” said the Taoist with a smile, “but now it's called the Hermitage of Immortals. I am none other than the senior disciple of my master the As-you-will Immortal. Tell me your name and I will announce you.”
“I am the senior disciple of the Patriarch Tang Sanzang,” said Monkey politely, “and my name is Sun Wukong.”
“Where are your presents, your wine and your offerings?” the Taoist asked.
“I'm only a passing itinerant monk,” said Monkey, “so I haven't been able to arrange them.”
“Fool!” said the Taoist with a laugh. “My master controls the spring and never gives any thing away for nothing. You'd better go and fetch your offerings if you want me to announce you, or else go away and forget about it.”
“People will do more as a favour than on the emperor's command,” Monkey replied. “Go and tell him my name and he's bound to do me this favour. He might even give me the whole spring.”
The Taoist went in to report all this to the immortal, who was playing his qin zither, and waited till he had finished before saying, “Master, there's a Buddhist monk outside who says he's Sun Wukong, the senior disciple of Tang Sanzang. He is asking for some of the water of the Miscarriage Spring to save his master with.” Had the immortal not been told this the matter would have ended there, but at the name of Sun Wukong anger surged up from his heart and evil grew from his gall. He sprang to his feet, stepped down from the low table on which he was playing the qin, changed from his informal clothes into his Taoist robes, and rushed out through the gates of his hermitage with his As-You-Will hook in his hands. “Where is Sun Wukong?” he shouted, and Monkey turned to see that he looked like this:
On his head was a star-crown of many colours,
And his magic robe was red with threads of gold.
The cloud-shoes on his feet were thickly embroidered;
The jade belt at his waist was delicately worked.
His wave-treading hosiery was of brocade,
And glimpses showed of a silk velvet underskirt.
He held a golden As-You-Will hook,
Long-handled with a base shaped like a dragon.
Bright were his phoenix eyes, and lotus-like his brows;
Steel-sharp were his teeth, and his lips bright crimson.
He looked more evil still than Marshal Wen
Although he wore a different kind of dress.
When Monkey saw him he put his hands together and said, “My name, sir, is Sun Wukong.”
“Are you really Sun Wukong,” said the Taoist master with a smile, “or are you just pretending to be?”
“What a thing to ask, sir! As the saying goes, a gentleman never changes his name whether he's travelling or staying at home. I am indeed Sun Wukong. Why should I want to pretend?”
“Do you know who I am?” the Taoist master asked.
“I've been converted to the Buddhist faith and follow Buddhist teachings,” Monkey said. “I've grown distant from the friends of my child hood on this long journey and I haven't visited any. I'm afraid I don't quite recognize you. I only know your name because the people in the village West of Motherhood River told me that you are the As-you-will Immortal.”
“You're busy on your journey, and I am busy cultivating my true arts,” the Taoist replied, “so why have you come to see me?”
“Because my master is pregnant and has a belly ache after mistakenly drinking water from the Motherhood River,” said Monkey. “I've come to your immortal abode to beg you for a bowl of water from the Miscarriage Spring with which to deliver him from his agony.”
“Is your master Tang Sanzang?” asked the Taoist with an angry glare.
“Yes, yes,” said Brother Monkey.
“Did you ever meet the Boy Sage King?” asked the Taoist, gnashing his teeth with hatred.
“That was the title of the demon Red Boy in the Fire-cloud Cave by Withered Pine Ravine on Mount Hao,” Monkey replied. “Why are you asking about him, immortal?”
“He is my nephew,” the immortal replied. “I am the brother of the Bull Demon King. He wrote me a letter telling me how Sun Wukong, the vicious senior disciple of Tang Sanzang, destroyed the boy. It was my great regret that I had no way of taking revenge on you here, but now you've come to my door begging for water.”
“You are mistaken, sir,” said Monkey, putting on a smile. “Your respected elder brother used to be a friend of mine, and we were two of seven sworn brothers in my youth. The only reason I did not come to pay my respects earlier was because I did not know your address. Your good nephew has done very well. He's now serving the Bodhisattva Guanyin as the page Sudhana. He's much better off than the rest of us, so why be so angry with me?”
“Damned ape!” shouted the Taoist master. “How dare you argue like that? Is my nephew better off as a slave than he was when he enjoyed the delights of being a king? Learn to behave yourself, and try a taste of my hook.”
Monkey parried with his iron cudgel and said, “Don't talk about fighting. Give me some of the spring water instead.”
“Vicious ape,” the Taoist master said again, “you don't know whether you want to live or die. If you can hold out against me for three rounds I'll give you your water, but if you can't I shall avenge my nephew by cutting you up and stewing you in soy sauce.”
“I'll get you, you impudent and evil creature,” replied the Great Sage. “If you want a fight try my cudgel.” The Taoist master blocked it with his hook, and the two of them fought a fine battle by the Hermitage of Immortals.