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It is said that Sun Wukong did a somersault and jumped up, frightening the monks of Guanyin Temple, as well as the head tathāgata, Xingtong, and Daoist priests. One by one they bowed to heaven and prayed, "Grandfather!" It was originally a divine being riding clouds and mist who had descended from the heavens; no wonder fire could not harm him. "I regret that my old, skinflint servant, who failed to recognize people and schemed with his heart, has today harmed himself instead." Sanzang said, "Please rise, everyone. There is no need for resentment anymore." If we can find the robe on our way ahead, all matters will be resolved; but I fear that if we cannot find it, my disciple has a somewhat bad temper. I do not know how your lives will fare; I am afraid none of you can escape." Hearing these words, the monks each felt anxious and fearful. They prayed to heaven for blessings, vowing that if they could find the robe, their lives would be spared—this need not be mentioned further. Meanwhile, Sun Wukong soared into the air, twisted his waist once, and soon arrived at Heifeng Mountain. He stopped on a cloud and looked carefully; indeed, it was a fine mountain. Moreover, since it was the season of spring scenery, one could see: Ten thousand ravines vied in flowing water, and a thousand cliffs competed in beauty. Birds sang unseen by people; flowers fell from trees yet still exuded fragrance. After the rain, the sky connected with the emerald cliffs in a moist harmony; when the wind came, pines rolled like green screens unfurling. The mountain grass grew lush, the wild flowers blossomed, all against sheer cliff faces; Brambles and vines sprouted, beautiful trees flourished—majestic ridges stood alongside level hills. Without encountering a hermit in seclusion, how could one find the woodcutter? By the streamside, two cranes drank; on the rocks, wild monkeys frolicked wildly. Towering like stacked snail shells in dark hues, majestic and verdant, they played with the misty
