Monkey then set off on his somersault and left that demon-infested place to go straight to Mount Xuyi. He was soon there, and when he looked around he saw that it was a fine place.
The Yangtse was not far to the South,
To the North it faced the Huai River.
To the East it led to the islands in the sea,
To the West it was connected with Fengfou.
On the mountain-top was a lofty temple
While springs gushed forth from its sides.
Grotesquely-shaped rocks towered high;
Lofty pines were elegantly angular.
There was always fresh fruit in season,
And every kind of flower opened in the sun.
People moved around like armies of ants
While boats came from far and wide like flights of geese.
On it there stood
The Auspicious Crag Temple,
The Palace of the Eastern Peak,
The Shrine of the Five Illustrious Ones,
The Tortoise Mountain Monastery.
Rhythmic bells and incense smoke rose to the heavens.
There were also
The Crystal Spring,
The Valley of Five Stupas,
The Terrace of Eight Immortals,
The Apricot Orchard.
The colours of the mountain and trees lit up Bincheng.
Boundless were the stretches of cloud,
While hidden birds still sang when they were tired.
Never mind mounts Tai, Song, Heng or Hua;
Here was the beauty of an earthly paradise.
The Great Sage enjoyed the view enormously as he crossed the Huai River, entered the city of Bincheng, and arrived at the gates of the Great Sage's Dhyana Monastery. Over the majestic halls and colorful cloisters there towered a pagoda. Indeed:
It rose ten thousand feet through clouds to the sky;
The golden vase penetrated the heavens above.
The light from it filled the universe;
No shadows were cast on its windows.
Heavenly music was heard when the wind rang the bells;
The sun shone on roof-dragons facing the Buddha-hall.
Birds constantly came here to sing their complaints;
Endlessly beautiful was the view of the Huai River.
Monkey looked at it all as he went in to the inner gates, where the Bodhisattva King Teacher, who was expecting him, had come out to meet him with Little Prince Zhang. After they had greeted each other and exchanged polite remarks Monkey said, “I'm escorting the Tang Priest to fetch the scriptures from the Western Heaven. We have come to the Lesser Thunder Monastery where there's a Yellow-browed Demon who's pretending to be a Buddha. Not realizing he was an impostor, my master kowtowed to him and was captured. Then I was caught inside a pair of golden cymbals until, thank goodness, the constellations who had been sent down from heaven rescued me. I smashed the cymbals, but when we fought him again he wrapped the heavenly gods, the protectors, the guardians, my master and my fellow-disciples up in a cloth bag. As I have nowhere else to turn, Bodhisattva, I've come to call on you and ask you to give play to your great strength. Use the magic powers with which you put down the Water Mother and saved the common people to go with me to rescue my master. Then he can take the scriptures back to China to be transmitted forever, praise the wisdom of our Buddha and make the prajna-paramita better known.”
“What you ask today is indeed for the greater glory of our Buddha,” said King Teacher, “and I really ought to go myself. But it's early summer now, just the time when the Huai River floods. The Great Sage Water Ape I subdued recently gets active when there's water, and I'm worried that he'd take advantage of my absence to make so much trouble that no divine powers could bring him back under control. I'll send my disciple with four generals to help you force the demon into submission.”
Monkey thanked him then headed back by cloud with the four generals and Little Prince Zhang to the Lesser Western Heaven, where they went straight to the Lesser Thunder Monastery. Here Little Prince Zhang brandished his paper-white spear and the four generals swung their superb swords as they shouted abuse to challenge the demons to battle.
When the little devils ran inside to report this, the demon king led his devils out once more, had his drums beaten and replied, “Who've you persuaded to come this time?”
Before the words were all out of his mouth Little Prince Zhang at the head of the four generals shouted, “Damned evil spirit! Do you have no eyes in your head? Don't you recognize who we are?”
“Whose underlings are you?” the demon king said. “How dare you help him?”
“I am the disciple of the Great Sage of Sizhou, the Bodhisattva King Teacher, and I'm here on his orders with four divine generals to capture you,” the prince replied.
“What sort of martial arts do you have,” replied the demon king with a sneer, “that give you the nerve to be so insulting?”
“As you want to know about my martial powers,” the prince replied, “let me tell you:
My people come from the Flowing Sands River,
Where my father used to be king of Sandland.
I was a weak and sickly child,
Born under a bad influence and an unlucky star.
Long had I admired my master's immortal powers,
When in a chance meeting he taught me the secret.
Half a pill of elixir cured my sickness;
I abandoned my throne to cultivate my conduct.
Once I knew bow to live as long as heaven;
My face became youthful and will remain so forever.
I have been to the assemblies under the dragon-flower tree,
And ridden by cloud to the Buddha's hall.
Seizing the fogs and winds I subdued the watery tribe;
I defended the mountain by subduing dragons and tigers.
The dutiful people raised a lofty pagoda
To calm the seas through the glow of its relics.
My paper-white spear can capture all demons;
Evil spirits are caught in the gray sleeve of my coat.
Now peace and joy reign in the city of Bincheng,
And all the world praises Little Zhang's fame.”
When the demon king heard this he replied with a touch of a mocking smile, “Prince, when you abandoned your throne to follow the Bodhisattva King Teacher what sort of arts of immortality did you learn? All you're good for is capturing water monsters in the Huai River. You shouldn't have believed all the nonsense Sun the Novice talked and have come across all those mountains and rivers to offer your life. We'll soon find out whether you're immortal or not.”
When Little Zhang heard this he was very angry and thrust straight for the demon's face with his spear. The four generals all rushed into the attack together and so did the Great Sage Monkey, wielding his iron cudgel. The splendid evil spirit was not afraid in the least as he blocked, parried and struck back with his short and flexible wolf-tooth mace. It was a fine battle:
The little prince with his paper-white spear,
Made stronger by the four generals' swords,
Wukong using his gold-banded cudgel,
With one heart they surrounded the demon king.
Truly his magical powers were great
As without a trace of fear he resisted their attacks.
The wolf-tooth mace was a Buddha weapon
Preserving him from wounds by swords or spear.
Wile howled the wind
Through the turbid swirl of evil vapors.
One used his skill for love of mortal things;
The other's heart was set on the Buddha and the scriptures.
They charged and they raged,
Shrouding sun, moon and stars in cloud,
Each of them evil and vicious in anger.
For long the Three Vehicles could not assert dominance:
Bitter and well-matched was the battle of rival skills.
After the fight had been going on for a long time and was still inconclusive the evil spirit undid his pouch and Monkey once more shouted, “Look out, gentlemen.” The prince and his followers did not realize what he was telling them to look out for, so with a swish the demon king had them caught in his pouch. Only Monkey escaped in time. We will not describe how once more the demon king returned in triumph, sent for ropes, and had them tied up and put into the pit under lock and lid.