On the Mountain of Infinite Longevity a Great Immortal Entertains an Old Friend; In the Wuzhuang Temple Monkey Steals Manfruit

On the Mountain of Infinite Longevity a Great Immortal Entertains an Old Friend In the Wuzhuang Temple Monkey Steals Manfruit The three of them went into the wood and saw the idiot tied up under a tree, yelling and howling in unbearable pain. Monkey went over to him and said with a laugh, "What a son‑in‑law! So late, and you still haven't got up to thank your mother‑in‑law or come to tell the good news to the master. Why are you still playing around here? Where's your mother‑in‑law? Where's your wife? You make a fine, strapped‑up, well‑beaten son‑in‑law!" The blockhead, burning with humiliation at being thus mocked, gritted his teeth to stop himself howling in his agony. Friar Sand was overcome with pity when he saw him, and putting down the luggage he went over and untied him. The idiot kowtowed to him in gratitude. He was suffering terrible remorse. There is a poem to the tune The Moon in the West River to prove it: Sex is a sword that wounds the body; Whoever lusts for it will suffer. A pretty girl of sixteen Is far more dangerous than a yaksha demon. There is......