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27 Seven Wonders Mountain

The story goes that the Tang Monk and his disciples were on their way west to fetch the scriptures. Winter passed and spring came, and once more it was the season when all the flowers bloom. One day, as they walked along the road, they saw green willows and red blossoms on every side; then a gust of wind and rain swept over them, and dusk fell again. The Tang Monk reined in his horse and asked, "Disciples, the day is already late. Where shall we seek lodging?" Wukong said with a smile, "Do not worry, Master. If there is no place to lodge, we can put up a straw hut by the road and rest there well enough." Bajie said, "Brother Monkey, the hills are full of tigers and leopards. How dare we lie down to sleep?" As master and disciples were talking, they suddenly caught sight of a village not far off. Wukong pointed and said, "Good! Is that not a house over there? Let us go and ask for lodging for the night, then set out again tomorrow morning." The Tang Monk gladly went to the door of a house, dismounted, and knocked. Before long the door opened, and out came an old man leaning on a thorn staff. The Tang Monk pressed his palms together in salutation and said, "Old benefactor, this poor monk is bound for the Western Heaven to fetch the scriptures. Passing through your honored district, I beg leave to lodge for one night." At this the old man shook his head again and again and said, "You cannot go. The road to the Western Heaven is blocked." Then he began to tell them the particulars -

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