卻說孫行者按落雲頭，對師父備言菩薩借童子，老君收去寶貝之事。三藏稱謝不已，死心塌地辦虔誠，捨命投西，攀鞍上馬，豬八戒挑著行李，沙和尚攏著馬頭，孫行者執了鐵棒，剖開路，徑下高山前進。說不盡那水宿風餐，披霜冒露。
却说孙行者按落云头，对师父备言菩萨借童子，老君收去宝贝之事。三藏称谢不已，死心塌地办虔诚，舍命投西，攀鞍上马，猪八戒挑着行李，沙和尚拢着马头，孙行者执了铁棒，剖开路，径下高山前进。说不尽那水宿风餐，披霜冒露。
Now, Pilgrim Sun lowered his cloud and told his Master in full how the Bodhisattva had borrowed the boys and Lord Lao had taken back the treasures. Sanzang thanked him again and again. With his whole heart set on the holy task, ready to give his life on the journey west, he caught hold of the saddle and mounted. Zhu Bajie shouldered the luggage, Sha Monk took the horse by the head, and Pilgrim Sun, iron cudgel in hand, cleared the way and led them straight down the high mountain. There is no telling all their nights beside the water, their meals in the wind, their journeys through frost and dew.
師徒們行罷多時，前又一山阻路。三藏在那馬上高叫：「徒弟啊，你看那裡山勢崔巍，須是要仔細隄防，恐又有魔障侵身也。」行者道：「師父休要胡思亂想，只要定性存神，自然無事。」三藏道：「徒弟呀，西天怎麼這等難行？我記得離了長安城，在路上春盡夏來，秋殘冬至，有四五個年頭，怎麼還不能得到？」行者聞言，呵呵笑道：「早哩，早哩，還不曾出大門哩。」八戒道：「哥哥不要扯謊。人間就有這般大門？」行者道：「兄弟，我們還在堂屋裡轉哩。」沙僧笑道：「師兄，少說大話嚇我。那裡就有這般大堂屋，卻也沒處買這般大過梁啊。」行者道：「兄弟，若依老孫看時，把這青天為屋瓦，日月作窗櫺，四山五岳為梁柱，天地猶如一敞廳。」八戒聽說道：「罷了，罷了，我們只當轉些時回去罷。」行者道：「不必亂談，只管跟著老孫走路。」
师徒们行罢多时，前又一山阻路。三藏在那马上高叫：「徒弟啊，你看那里山势崔巍，须是要仔细隄防，恐又有魔障侵身也。」行者道：「师父休要胡思乱想，只要定性存神，自然无事。」三藏道：「徒弟呀，西天怎么这等难行？我记得离了长安城，在路上春尽夏来，秋残冬至，有四五个年头，怎么还不能得到？」行者闻言，呵呵笑道：「早哩，早哩，还不曾出大门哩。」八戒道：「哥哥不要扯谎。人间就有这般大门？」行者道：「兄弟，我们还在堂屋里转哩。」沙僧笑道：「师兄，少说大话吓我。那里就有这般大堂屋，却也没处买这般大过梁啊。」行者道：「兄弟，若依老孙看时，把这青天为屋瓦，日月作窗櫺，四山五岳为梁柱，天地犹如一敞厅。」八戒听说道：「罢了，罢了，我们只当转些时回去罢。」行者道：「不必乱谈，只管跟着老孙走路。」
Master and disciples had travelled a long while when another mountain barred their way. From his horse Sanzang called out, “Disciples, look how high and steep that mountain is! We must be very much on our guard. I fear more demonic obstacles may beset us.” Pilgrim said, “Master, stop letting your thoughts run wild. Keep your nature steady and your spirit whole, and all will be well.” Sanzang said, “Disciple, why is the Western Heaven so hard to reach? Since we left Chang’an, spring has passed into summer and autumn into winter, four or five years now. Why are we still not there?” Pilgrim laughed. “Much too soon, much too soon! We haven’t even got out of the front gate yet.” Bajie said, “Brother, don’t tell lies. Is there a gate that big anywhere in the world?” Pilgrim said, “Brother, we’re still wandering round the main hall.” Sha Monk laughed. “Elder brother, don’t frighten me with your tall tales. Where would you find a hall that big? You couldn’t even buy a beam long enough for it.” Pilgrim said, “Brothers, as Old Sun sees it, the blue sky is the roof tiles, the sun and moon the window lattice, the mountains of the four quarters and the Five Sacred Mountains the beams and pillars. Heaven and Earth are one great open hall.” At this Bajie said, “Enough, enough. Let’s just wander round a little longer and go home.” Pilgrim said, “No more nonsense. Just follow Old Sun along the road.”
好大聖，橫擔了鐵棒，領定了唐僧，剖開山路，一直前進。那師父在馬上遙觀，好一座山景。真個是：
山頂嵯峨摩斗柄，樹梢彷彿接雲霄。青煙堆裡，時聞得谷口猿啼；亂翠陰中，每聽得松間鶴唳。嘯風山魅立溪間，戲弄樵夫；成器狐狸坐崖畔，驚張獵戶。好山！看那八面崖巍，四圍險峻。古怪喬松盤翠蓋，枯摧老樹掛藤蘿。泉水飛流，寒氣透人毛髮冷；巔峰屹𡶧，清風射眼夢魂驚。時聽大蟲哮吼，每聞山鳥時鳴。麂鹿成群穿荊棘，往來跳躍；獐𤜱結黨尋野食，前後奔跑。佇立草坡，一望並無客旅；行來深凹，四邊俱有豺狼。應非佛祖修行處，盡是飛禽走獸場。
好大圣，横担了铁棒，领定了唐僧，剖开山路，一直前进。那师父在马上遥观，好一座山景。真个是：
山顶嵯峨摩斗柄，树梢仿佛接云霄。青烟堆里，时闻得谷口猿啼；乱翠阴中，每听得松间鹤唳。啸风山魅立溪间，戏弄樵夫；成器狐狸坐崖畔，惊张猎户。好山！看那八面崖巍，四围险峻。古怪乔松盘翠盖，枯摧老树挂藤萝。泉水飞流，寒气透人毛发冷；巅峰屹𡶧，清风射眼梦魂惊。时听大虫哮吼，每闻山鸟时鸣。麂鹿成群穿荆棘，往来跳跃；獐𤜱结党寻野食，前后奔跑。伫立草坡，一望并无客旅；行来深凹，四边俱有豺狼。应非佛祖修行处，尽是飞禽走兽场。
Splendid Great Sage! With the iron cudgel across his shoulders, he led the Tang Monk on, opening a path through the mountain and pressing straight ahead. From horseback his Master looked into the distance. What a mountain scene! Truly:
Jagged summits graze the Dipper’s handle; treetops seem to touch the cloudy sky.Through banks of blue mist, apes are heard crying at the valley mouth;amid tangled green shade, cranes call again and again among the pines.Wind-howling mountain sprites stand in the streams and tease the woodcutters;foxes grown to spirits sit beside the cliffs and startle the hunters.A fine mountain!Look at those towering cliffs on every side, those perilous heights all around.Strange old pines spread coiling green canopies; broken, withered trees hang with trailing vines.Springs fly down in torrents, their chill striking through the hair and making the body cold;craggy peaks stand steep, the keen wind piercing the eyes and startling the dreaming soul.Again and again comes a tiger’s roar; time after time a mountain bird’s call.Muntjac and deer in herds bound back and forth through thorns;roe deer and other wild deer run in bands, seeking food ahead and behind.Stand on a grassy slope: not a traveller anywhere in sight.Walk into a deep hollow: jackals and wolves on every side.Surely no place where the Buddha practised his Way, but a haunt of birds and beasts.