The Royal Ghost Visits the Tang Priest at Night; Wukong's Magic Transformation Lures the Boy

The Royal Ghost Visits the Tang Priest at Night Wukong's Magic Transformation Lures the Boy Sanzang sat in the meditation hall of the Precious Wood Monastery reading the Litany of Emperor Wu of Liang and the Peacock Sutra until the third watch, when he finally put the scriptures back into their bags. Just when he was about to go to bed he heard a rushing noise and the whistling of a fiendish wind. Fearing that it would blow out his lamp, the venerable elder shielded the lamp with his sleeve as quickly as he could. To his consternation the lamp kept going on and off. By now he was so tired that he pillowed his head on the reading desk and took a nap. Although he had closed his eyes and was dozing, his mind stayed wide awake as he listened to the howling of the devil wind outside the window. It was a splendid wind. Indeed, there were Soughs and whistles, Much scudding away. It soughs and whistles, carrying the fallen leaves, Blows the clouds scudding away. All the stars in the sky go dark, And the earth is covered with flying dust. Sometimes fierce, Sometimes gentle.......