“Look after the luggage and the horse. When we've captured the evil spirits we'll bring them back here to prove to the prefect that they're imposters. Then he can end the oil levy and relieve the common people of this hardship. That'll be a good thing, won't it?” The monks all accepted their orders while the three of them left the city by auspicious cloud. Indeed:
Idleness and unrestraint
Threw the dhyana into confusion;
Danger and catastrophe
Led the Way-heart into delusion.
If you don't know who was to win this encounter listen to the explanation in the next installment.
Chapter 92
Three Monks Wage a Great Fight on Green Dragon Mountain
Four Stars Seize the Rhinoceros Monsters
The story tells how after the Great Sage Monkey took his two brother disciples by gale and cloud to the Northeast they were soon bringing their cloud down at the entrance to the Dark Essence Cave on Green Dragon Mountain. Pig was just about to smash the doors in when Monkey said, “Wait a moment. I'll go in and find out whether the master's still alive before we have it out with him.”
“But the doors are shut very tightly,” said Friar Sand. How will you get in?”
“I've got my methods,” Monkey replied.
The splendid Great Sage then put his cudgel away, made a spell with his fingers while saying the magic words, called “Change!” and turned into a fire-fly. He was really nimble. Just look at him:
Wings that shine like shooting stars:
The ancients say fire-flies grow from rotting plants.
His powers of transformation are truly great,
And he loves to wander all around.
When he flies to the stone doors to look within
A draft blows through the crack beside him.
A single jump and he is in the dark courtyard,
Watching the movements of the evil spirits.
As he flew in he saw some cattle sprawled around on the ground, fast asleep and snoring like thunder. In the main hall nothing was moving, and all the doors were closed. Not knowing where the three evil spirits were sleeping, he went through the hall and shone with his light into the back, where he heard sobs. The Tang Priest was chained to a pillar under the eaves at the back and weeping. Monkey kept out of sight as he listened to what he was crying about, and this is what he heard:
“Since I left Chang'an in China some ten years back and more,
I have had to suffer much crossing all those rivers and mountains.
I came out to the West at a very happy season,
Arriving in the city for the festival of lanterns.
“I failed to understand that the Buddhas were impostors
All because my fate seems to doom me to distress.
My disciples gave pursuit and will use their mighty powers:
I pray they will be able to achieve a great success.”
Delighted to hear this, Monkey spread his wings and flew closer to his master, who wiped away his tears and observed, “Goodness, the West really is different. This is only the first month of the year, when dormant insects are just beginning to wake up. Fancy seeing a fire-fly now!”
“Master,” said Brother Monkey, unable to keep quiet any longer, “I'm here.”
“I was just wondering how there could be a fire-fly at this time of year, and it's you,” the Tang Priest replied with delight.
“Master,” said Monkey, turning back into himself, “the journey's been held up so long and so much effort has been wasted because you can't tell true from false. All the way along I've told you demons are no good, but you will kowtow to them. When those devils covered up the lamps to steal the refined butter oil they carried you off too. I told Pig and Friar Sand to go back to the monastery and keep an eye on our things while I followed the smell of the wind here. I didn't know what the place was called, but luckily the four Duty Gods told me that this is Dark Essence Cave on Green Dragon Mountain. I fought the monsters all day long till I went back at evening, told my brother-disciples the full story, and came back here with them instead of going to bad. As I thought it was too late at night to fight and didn't know where you were I transformed myself to come in and find out what's going on.”
“Are Pig and Friar Sand outside?” the happy Tang Priest asked.
“Yes,” Monkey replied. “I've just had a look around and seen that the evil spirits are all asleep. I'll unlock you, smash the doors down and get you out.” The Tang Priest nodded his head in gratitude.
Using his unlocking magic, Monkey made the lock open at a touch. He was just leading his master to the front of the cave when the demon kings could be heard shouting from their bedrooms, “Shut the doors tight, little ones, and be careful of fire. Why can't we hear the watchmen calling the watches? Where are the clappers and bells?”
After a day's hard fighting the junior demons were all asleep, exhausted; and they only woke up when they heard the shout. To the sound of clappers and bells several of them came out from the back holding weapons and beating gongs, and they just happened to bump into Monkey and his master.
“Where do you think you're going, my fine monks, now you've broken the locks?” the junior devils all shouted together, and with no further argument Monkey pulled out his cudgel, shook it to make it as thick as a rice bowl and struck, killing two of them at a blow. The rest of them dropped their weapons, went to the central hall, beat on the doors and shouted, “Disaster, Your Majesties, disaster. The hairy-faced monk's got inside and he's killing people.”
The moment the three demons heard this they tumbled out of their beds and ordered, “Catch them! Catch them!” This gave the Tang Priest such a fright that his hands and legs turned weak. Monkey abandoned him and stormed his way forward, swinging his cudgel.
The junior devils could not stop him as, pushing two or three aside here and knocking two or three over there, he smashed several pairs of doors open and rushed straight out, shouting, “Where are you, brothers?”
Pig and Friar Sand greeted him, rake and staff raised for action, with the question, “What's up, brother?” Monkey told them all about how he had transformed himself to rescue the master, been found by the spirits when they woke up, and been forced to abandon him and fight his way out.
Now that they had recaptured the Tang Priest, the demon kings had him locked up in chains again and questioned him in the glare of lamplight, as they brandished cutlass and axe. “How did you open the lock, damn you,” they asked, “and how did that ape get inside? Confess this moment and we'll spare your life, or else we'll cut you in half.”
This so terrified the Tang Priest that he fell to his knees shivering and shaking and said, “Your Majesties, my disciple Sun Wukong can do seventy-two kinds of transformations. Just now he turned into a fire-fly and flew in to rescue me. We never realized that Your Majesties would wake up or that we would bump into Their Junior Majesties. My wicked disciple wounded a couple of them, and when they all started shouting and going for us with weapons and torches he abandoned me and escaped.”
“If we'd woken up earlier he'd never have got away,” the three demon kings said with loud guffaws. They then told their underlings to fasten the doors firmly at front and back and stop shouting.
“As they've shut the doors and stopped shouting I think they must be going to murder the master,” said Friar Sand. “We must act.”
“You're right,” said Pig. “Let's smash the doors,” The idiot showed off his magical powers by smashing the stone doors to smithereens with a blow from his rake then shouted at the top of his voice, “Thieving, oil-stealing monsters! Send my master out right now!”