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The old man shook his hand at him as he replied, “Monk, men of religion should not tell lies. Great Tang in the East is 18,000 miles from here. How could you have come from there by yourself?”
“You are quite right, benefactor,” said Sanzang. “I have only been able to reach here because I have three disciples who protect me. They clear paths across mountains and build bridges across rivers.”
“If you have these disciples,” the old man said, “why aren't they with you? But do come in. We have room for you to stay here.”
Sanzang then looked back and called, “Come here, disciples.”
As Monkey was impatient by nature, Pig coarse, and Friar Sand impetuous, the moment they heard their master calling they grabbed the horse's bridle and the luggage and ran in, hell-bent for leather. The sight of them gave the old man such a shock that he collapsed, muttering, “Demons, demons.”
“Please don't be afraid, benefactor,” said Sanzang. “They're not demons, they are my disciples.”
“But how could so handsome a master have such hideous disciples?” asked the old man, still shivering and shaking.
“They may not be much to look at,” said Sanzang, “but they certainly know how to subdue dragons and tigers and capture monsters and demons.” The old man was not entirely convinced as he helped the Tang Priest inside.
The three ferocious disciples rushed to the main hall, tied the horse up outside and put the baggage down. Several monks were reciting sutras inside. Covering his long snout with his hands, Pig shouted, “What's that sutra you're reciting, monks?” The monks looked up when they heard his question.
They looked at the stranger and saw a long snout,
As well as a pair of big ears that stuck out.
His body was rough and his shoulders were broad;
When he opened his muzzle, like thunder he roared.
But as for our Monkey and good Friar Sand,
Their faces were more than a person could stand.
The monks saying their sutras within the main hall
Were terribly frightened and scared one and all.
The teacher continued the text to recite,
Until the head monk said they should stop for the night.
They paid no more heed to the chimes and the bell,
And the Buddha's own images from their hands fell.
They all blew at once to put out every light,
And tried in their terror to scatter in flight.
They crawl on the ground as they stumble and fall,
And all of them trip getting out of that hall.
One old monk's head with another one clashes
Just like the collapse of piled-up calabashes.
What once was a pure and a most holy rite
Was all now reduced to a comical sight.
The sight of the monks stumbling and crawling about made the three disciples clap their hands and laugh aloud, at which the monks were more terrified than ever. Colliding with each other's heads they all fled for their lives and disappeared. By the time Sanzang helped the old man into the hall the lights had all been put out and the three of them were still chuckling away.
“Damned creatures,” said Sanzang, “you are all thoroughly evil, despite my daily teaching and advice. As the ancients said,
Only the saintly can become good without instruction;
Only the worthy can become good after instruction;
Only idiots will not become good even with instruction.
The disgraceful scene you've just made is one of the lowest and most stupid things I could possibly imagine. You charge in through the gates without any respect, make our elderly benefactor collapse in fright, send all the monks fleeing for their lives, and completely ruin their service. I shall have to take the blame for all of this.” None of them could find a word to say in their defense.
Only then did the old man believe that they really were Sanzang's disciples, turn back, and say, “It's nothing, sir, nothing. The lamps have just been put out and the flowers scattered as the service is ending anyhow.”
“If it's over,” said Pig, “bring out the food and wine for the completion feast. We need a meal before we go to bed.” The old man called for oil lamps to be lit. The servants could not understand why.
“There are lots of incense sticks and candles where they're saying surras in the main hall, so why does he want oil lamps lit?”
When some servants came out to look they found everything in darkness, so they lit torches and lanterns and rushed in together. When they looked inside and suddenly saw Pig and Friar Sand they dropped their torches in terror and fled, shutting the doors behind them, and fleeing to the i
Monkey picked up a torch, lit some lamps and candles, and pulled up an armchair for the Tang Priest to sit in while the disciples sat on either side of him. As they were sitting there talking they heard a door leading from the i
The first old man, who was sitting in front of them, rose and went to meet him behind the screen saying, “Stop shouting, elder brother. These aren't demons. This is an arhat sent from Great Tang in the East to fetch the scriptures. His disciples may look evil but really they are very good.” Only then did the old man put his stick down and bow in greeting to the four of them, after which he too sat down in front of them and called for tea and vegetarian food. He shouted several times, but the servants were still quaking with terror and too frightened to come in.
This was more than Pig could put up with. “Old man,” he said, “you have an awful lot of servants. What have they all gone off to do?”
“I have sent them to fetch food to offer to you gentlemen,” the old man replied.
“How many of them will be serving the food?” asked Pig.
“Eight,” said the old man.
“Who will they be waiting on?” asked Pig.
“You four gentlemen,” the old man replied.
“Our master, the one with the white face, only needs one person to wait on him,” said Pig. “The one with hair cheeks whose mouth looks like a thunder god only needs two. That vicious-looking creature needs eight, and I must have twenty.”
“From what you say must be rather a big eater,” the old man remarked.
“You're about right,” said Pig.
“We have enough servants,” the old man said, and by bringing together servants of all ages he produced thirty or forty of them.
As the monks talked to the old man the servants lost their fear and set a table in front of the Tang Priest, inviting him to take the place of honour. They then put three more tables on both sides of him, at which they asked the three disciples to sit, and another in front of these for the two old men. On the tables were neatly arranged some fruit, vegetables, pasta, rice, refreshments and pea-noodle soup. Sanzang raised his chopsticks and started to say a grace over the food, but the idiot, who was impatient and hungry to boot, did not wait for him to finish before grabbing a red lacquered wooden bowl of white rice that he scooped up and gulped down in a single mouthful.
“Sir,” said the servant standing beside him, “you didn't think very carefully. If you are going to keep food in your sleeves shouldn't you take steamed bread instead of rice that will get your clothes duty?”
“I didn't put it in my sleeve,” chuckled Pig, “I ate it.”
“But you didn't even open your mouth,” they said, “so how could you have eaten it?”
“Who is lying then?” said Pig. “I definitely ate it. If you don't believe me I'll eat another to show you.” The servants carried the rice over, filled a bowlful, and passed it to Pig, who had it down his throat in a flash.