Deep in the mountains and forests below, Tang Sanzang shivered and said, "Wukong, do you think there are evil spirits in these mountains and forests? I feel a chill, as if shrouded by some kind of malevolence."
Wukong chuckled and said, "Little monk, I think you're just sick and need treatment!"
"Amitabha Buddha – the humble monk is not sick and is in very good health."
"Hmm..." Wukong's expression shifted, and he cried out in alarm, suddenly soaring into the sky, standing above the horse carriage, watching a massive Demon Cloud surge forward.
"Bajie, Wu Jing, be on guard, there really are evil spirits."
The horse carriage immediately came to a stop, and Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing leapt off, vigilantly holding divine weapons as they faced forward.
