
Journey to the West - An Audio Drama Series· Folge 31
Journey to the West - Chapter 15 Part 1
Freitag, 3. Mai 2024 · 19 min
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Master, disciple and their horse continued on their journey.
Wait, where did the horse go?
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Details are in the descriptions. Thank you Journey to the West and audio drama series. Chapter 15 Part 1 We speak now of Xingzhu accompanying the Tongue Monk as they traveled westward. Several days passed as they enter into the frigid days of midwinter. The chill of the north wind blew, freezing their surroundings. Torturous cliffside roads with slippery eyes and gorges, as well as partless tiers of mountain ranges were the only way before them.
Sanzan was riding the horse when he picked up the sound of a running current from afar. He turned around to ask. Wukong. Where is the sound of water coming from? Sinjo answered. I remember this place. It is called Shuopan Shan Yin Chou Xian, The Eagle's Grief Stream of Stick Coil Mountain. It must be the water from the stream making noise.
Before they finished, the horse had arrived at the stream. Sun Sung reined in to inspect this spectacular place. Cold rivulets like veins ran through the fog as the clear waves reflected the red sun. By night it sang with the rain, by day it dazzled the skies with morning glow. Water splashed like broken jade, roaring against the cool breeze.
Truly a place to let go of worldly troubles. Master and disciple were enjoying the scenery when they heard a splash from the stream. As a dragon emerged from the water, it pushed through waves and leapt above the cliffs, coming straight at the elder. Panicking seemed to have threw away the luggage and carried his master off the horse before running away for good. The dragon couldn't catch up to them, so we swallowed the White Horse along with the saddle in one gulp into his stomach, returning into the water.
It remained submerged as before, seemed to have brought his master to higher ground and let him sit down before returning for the horse and luggage but all he could find. Was the luggage. The horse was nowhere to be found. He took the luggage back to his master and said. Master, that cursed dragon is gone without a trace, it must have scared the horse away.
San Tan asked. Disciple, how are you going to find the horse? Sinto replied. Worry not, worry not, let me go have a look. He whistled and hopped into midair, fire eyes and golden pupils in place. He put one hand on his forehead as shade and scanned in all directions, but still the horse was nowhere to be seen. Lowering his cloud, he reported to his master. Master, our horse must have been eaten by that dragon, I couldn't find it anywhere.
San Zan said. Disciple, how big a mouth could that creature possibly have that had devoured a huge horse along with the saddle? It must have been frightened and run away getting caught in one of the valleys. Do look closer, won't you? Seemed to explained. You have no idea about my powers. This pair of eyes that I possess can witness the good and evil within a thousandly in broad daylight.
Within this range, I can see even a dragonfly spreading its wings, not to mention a thing as large as a horse. How could I not see it? San Zan asked if he did eat it. How do I go forward then? Poor me, how am I going to cross all the mountains and rivers ahead? As he spoke, tears fell from his eyes like rain.
Singer saw him cry and could no longer control his temper as he shouted in a loud voice. Master, stop acting like a helpless coward. You can just sit here, Sit right here. Let Elder soon go find that wretched thing and have it return the horse to us. But then Sansang clutched him and said, Disciple, where are you going to find it? What if he sneaks up with a leap and hurts me as well? When both men and horse are dead, what are we to do? Seem to have heard us and only grow angrier, letting out a thunderous rant.
You are hopeless, Hopeless. You want to ride a horse but you won't let me go find it. Why don't you stare at the luggage and sit here till you die? Yelling angrily, There was no end to his frustration. Just then someone could be heard speaking from the air. Great Sage, soon be not irked. Royal younger brother of Tang, do not cry. We are deities sent here by Guanine Bodhisattva specifically to gift the scripture seekers secret protection. The elder heard this and harrowly began kowtowing. Sinto asked.
Who are you people state your titles so I can make A roll call. The deities answered, We are the six gods of the Ordonotin and six gods of the Ordonot Zha, Guardians of the Five Quarters, 4 chroniclers of time, and 18 divine protectors of the monastery. We take turns to be on duty every day. Sinter asked, Who's in attendance today?
The Guardians answered. The Dins and Zias, chroniclers and protectors of the monastery, are in rotation within us. The guardians of the Five Quarters, only the Golden Head Guardians stays by your side day and night. Sinja then said. If that's the case, those not on duty may leave the six gods of the Ordon O Din, the chronicler of day, and the guardians shall remain and protect my master.
Wait till Elder Soon finds that, curse the dragon in the stream and have it return the horse to me. The deities obeyed and only then the Sun Zhong feel relieved enough to sit on the rocky Cliff and order Sinjo. Do be very careful. Sinjo replied. Just relax, splendid Monkey King. Straightening his cutting robe and hitching up his tiger skin skirt with the golden hooped iron rod in hand, he heightened his spirits and arrived right by the stream.
A mist, cloud and fog. He yelled from the top of his voice above the water. You unruly pond Loach, give me back my horse, give me back my horse. We now turn to the dragon who ate Sansang's White Horse. He was laying at the bottom of the stream, calming his mind when he heard someone insulting him over a horse.
Unable to control the raging flames inside, he quickly flipped out of the waves and leapt up, asking who is there daring to insult me with their big mouth. Cynthia saw him and shouted loudly. Don't you go give me back the horse. With the swing of the rod, he went straight for the Dragon's head. The dragon also unleashed his fangs and claws to grab him. The two fought by the stream, and what a fierce fight it was. Look at them.
The dragon stretched his sharp claws. The monkey raised his golden hooked rod. The whiskers of one hung like threads of white jade. The eyes of the other flashed like red golden lamps. There under his whiskers a Pearl puffed mist of rainbow colours. Here in his hands an iron rod danced like a fierce wind.
That one was the cursed son who perplexed his parents. This one was a spirit who bullied generals Divine. Both of them were suffering from plight. To succeed now required each to show their might. And so back and forth the two fought and hovered for a long time. The dragon was losing his strength and becoming sore, no longer able to go against his opponent. So he turned around and darted into the water, diving deep into the bottom of the stream.
He refused to poke his head out any more. Even when the Monkey King kept throwing insults at him, he could only pretend to not hear. Xinjo was out of his depths, so he could only go back to Sun Sung, telling him Master that Master could stand my insults and came out. We fought for a long while before he escaped in fear.
He's not hiding in the water and won't come out again. Sansang asked. Are you sure he really is the one who ate my horse? Singe said. Listen to what you're saying. If he didn't eat it, why would he even respond and go against me? Sansang remarked. When you fought that tiger the other day, you claimed to have the skills to subdue Dragons and tigers. Why can't you subdued this one to day? It turned out that the monkey simply couldn't stand such provocation.
Hearing San Zhang mock him with his own words, he lashed out in the divine fury. No more talk, no more talk. Let me go again and see which one of us comes on top. And so, in wide stripes, the Monkey King leaped to the edge of the stream, using his powers to throw rivers and seas into turmoil. He turned the clear see through water of Eagle's Grief Stream into the brimming, muddy waves of the meandering Yellow River. The culpable dragon hid in the depths of the stream, uneasy and disturbed.
He thought to himself, this is truly blessings never come in pairs, and misfortune never comes singly. I've only just escaped the death penalty for breaking heavily laws less than a year ago. I was just going by my day when I ran into this wretched monster. He's coming after my life. Look at him.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Unable to swallow the humiliation, he gritted his teeth and jumped out cursing. Where are you wretched monster from? Why are you bullying me like this? Sindo replied. None of your business where I am from, just give me back the horse and I will spare your life.
The dragon said. I swallowed your horse into my stomach, how could I spit it out? I'm not giving it back. What are you going to do about it? Seemed to yelled. If you're not giving it back then watch my rot. I'll just kill you to pay back for the horse's life. Then the two once again started a bitter fight below the Cliff.
Not many rounds passed before the young dragon was truly struggling to hold up, so he shook his body and transformed into a water snake before wriggling into the grass. The Monkey king held his stick and chased forward, parting the grass to search for the snake, yet not a shadow or sound could be traced. This angered all the dark spirits within him and drove him so mad as if smoke was pouring out of all his orifices. He recited a spell starting with the word Umm and quickly summoned the local tutelary of soil and mountain God. The deities came forward together and prostrated to say. We, the mountain God and tutelary of soil have arrived. Sindja said.
Put forward your ankles and let me give each one of you 5 strikes by the rod has greeting gift to relieve my temper. The two gods cowed out as they begged. May the great sage be so generous as to allow these humble deities to make a confession. Sindja asked. What are you talking about? The two gods explained. The Great Sage has been in prison for so long that we had no idea when you would come out, hence the lack of reception. We beg you to forgive.
Our sins, Sinja said. If that's the case, I will not hit you. Let me ask you, where did that cursed dragon in the eagle's grief stream come from? Why did he rob my master's horse for food? The two gods answered. The Grey Sage has never had a master before. You used to be a supreme immortal, unbound by either heaven or earth.
Where did this master's horse come from? Sinto explained. You have no idea. I suffered for the past 500 years for that business of offending heaven. Now, thanks to Guanine Borisatua's kind persuasion, I have come to the side of good. She sent a true monk from the town court to save me and take me in as a disciple heading on a journey to the West Heaven to see Buddha and seek scriptures. It just happens that we passed by this place and lost my master's horse.
The two gods said so. That's what happened. This stream was never home to any wicked beings. It runs wide and deep, and the water is crystal clear through the bottom. Crows and Magpies dare not fly across, for the water is so clear that they would mistake their own reflections for birds of the same flock, leading them to plunge themselves into the water.
Hence the name Eagle's Grief Stream. It happened that a few years ago, Guanyin Balizatva was on her way to find a scripture seeker when she rescued a culpable dragon and sent him here. She instructed him to wait for a scripture seeker and do no wrong. Only when he hungered would he come ashore to catch birds or deer for food.
We had no idea that he would be so ignorant that he would offend the great sage to day, Xinger said. In our first encounter, he fought Elderson for a few rounds, but later on it was just me throwing insults at him and he won't come back up again. That's why I used the trick that throws rivers and seas into turmoil and stirred his stream into muddy water. Only then did he leap up for another fight. But he had no idea how heavy my rod is and simply couldn't handle its weight.
That's why he turned into a water snake and slipped into the grass. I came to look for him but couldn't find a trace, the tutelary of soil explained. You have no idea Grace age. The stream is made of 10s of thousands of interconnected tunnels and the channels run deep and far. I presume such a tunnel exists nearby that he slipped into. No need to be angry, Great Sage, and no need to look further. To capture this thing.
You only have to get Kwan Shi in here and he will naturally submit. Xing Zu took in their words and asked the mountain God and Tulare of soil to come together to see San Zan. They explained to him what took place. San Zan asked if you were going to invite Borizatwa here, how long would that take?
How could this humble cleric withstand the hunger and cold? Before he could finish, the voice of the golden head guardian could be heard from the dark skies saying grace age, no need for you to make the trip, allow this humble deity to go invite Polisatua over. Sindo was overjoyed and said thank you for the trouble. Thank you, please head out soon and go quickly. The Guardian swiftly leapt on to a cloud and went straight to the South Sea, seeing to order the mountain God and Tulare of Soil to protect his master and the Chronicler of Day to fetch a vegetarian meal.
He himself, on the other hand, went back to patrol the stream. We will speak no. More of that we now go to the Golden Head Guardian who travelled on cloud and soon arrived at the South Sea. Landing in a puff of auspicious aura, he came straight down to the purple bamboo Grove of Mount Podolak. After asking the Golden Armour deities and also Mucha to deliver the message, he managed to see Borisatwa. Borisatwa asked.
What are you here for? The guardian answered. The Tongue Monk has lost his horse at the Eagle's Grief Stream of Snake Oil Mountain. Great Sage Swin is now caught in a frustrating dilemma. When he asked the deities of the local soil, he was told that the horse was swallowed by a culpable dragon sent there by Borisatwa.
That is why the great sage sent this humble deity to ask Borisatwa to subdue this culpable dragon and return the horse to him. Borisatwa heard his words and said that Wretch is the son of Aurun from the West Sea. He set the palace pearls on fire, and so his father accused him of disobedience. This is a crime punishable by death. In the Heavenly Palace.
It was I who went to the Jade Emperor in person, had him rescued and brought here. I told him to act as transportation for the Tongue monk. How did he eat the Tongue Monk's horse instead? If that's what happened, I shall be there. And so Blizzatwa came down the Lotus stairs and left her immortal cave. Riding on a beam of auspicious light, she crossed the South Sea with the Guardian.
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