卻說那菩薩念了幾遍，卻才住口，那妖精就不疼了。又正性起身看處，頸項裡與手足上都是金箍，勒得疼痛，便就除那箍兒時，莫想褪得動分毫。這寶貝已此是見肉生根，越抹越痛。行者笑道：「我那乖乖，菩薩恐你養不大，與你戴個頸圈鐲頭哩。」那童子聞此言，又生煩惱，就此綽起槍來，望行者亂刺。行者急閃身，立在菩薩後面，叫：「念咒，念咒。」那菩薩將楊柳枝兒蘸了一點甘露，灑將去，叫聲：「合！」只見他丟了槍，一雙手合掌當胸，再也不能開放。至今留了一個觀音扭，即此意也。那童子開不得手，拿不得槍，方知是法力深微，沒奈何，才納頭下拜。
却说那菩萨念了几遍，却才住口，那妖精就不疼了。又正性起身看处，颈项里与手足上都是金箍，勒得疼痛，便就除那箍儿时，莫想褪得动分毫。这宝贝已此是见肉生根，越抹越痛。行者笑道：「我那乖乖，菩萨恐你养不大，与你戴个颈圈镯头哩。」那童子闻此言，又生烦恼，就此绰起枪来，望行者乱刺。行者急闪身，立在菩萨后面，叫：「念咒，念咒。」那菩萨将杨柳枝儿蘸了一点甘露，洒将去，叫声：「合！」只见他丢了枪，一双手合掌当胸，再也不能开放。至今留了一个观音扭，即此意也。那童子开不得手，拿不得枪，方知是法力深微，没奈何，才纳头下拜。
Now, the Bodhisattva recited the spell several times before she stopped, and only then did the demon’s pain cease. He collected himself, rose and looked: there were golden bands round his neck, wrists and ankles, biting painfully into him. He tried to take them off, but there was no hope of shifting them even a fraction. The treasures had already taken root in his flesh, and the more he rubbed them, the more they hurt. Pilgrim laughed. “My darling boy! The Bodhisattva is afraid you will not grow up properly, so she has given you a neck ring and bracelets.” At these words the boy grew angry again. He snatched up his spear and thrust wildly at Pilgrim, who dodged in haste and stood behind the Bodhisattva. “Recite the spell! Recite the spell!” he cried. The Bodhisattva dipped her willow sprig in a little sweet dew, sprinkled it toward the boy and called, “Together!” He dropped his spear, and his hands pressed palm to palm before his chest, never to come apart again. The Guanyin twist still known today takes its meaning from this. Unable to open his hands or grasp his spear, the boy at last understood how deep and subtle her powers were. With no other choice, he bowed his head to the ground.
菩薩念動真言，把淨瓶攲倒，將那一海水依然收去，更無半點存留。對行者道：「悟空，這妖精已是降了，卻只是野心不定。等我教他一步一拜，只拜到落伽山，方才收法。你如今快早去洞中，救你師父去來。」行者轉身叩頭道：「有勞菩薩遠涉，弟子當送一程。」菩薩道：「你不消送，恐怕誤了你師父性命。」行者聞言，歡喜叩別。那妖精早歸了正果，五十三參，參拜觀音。
菩萨念动真言，把净瓶攲倒，将那一海水依然收去，更无半点存留。对行者道：「悟空，这妖精已是降了，却只是野心不定。等我教他一步一拜，只拜到落伽山，方才收法。你如今快早去洞中，救你师父去来。」行者转身叩头道：「有劳菩萨远涉，弟子当送一程。」菩萨道：「你不消送，恐怕误了你师父性命。」行者闻言，欢喜叩别。那妖精早归了正果，五十三参，参拜观音。
The Bodhisattva recited true words, tipped the pure vase and drew the whole sea of water back into it, leaving not a drop behind. “Wukong,” she said to Pilgrim, “this demon has been subdued, but his wild heart is still unsettled. I shall make him bow at every step, all the way to Mount Potalaka, before I release the spell. Go quickly to the cave now and rescue your Master.” Pilgrim turned and kowtowed. “The Bodhisattva has troubled herself to come so far. Your disciple ought to escort you part of the way.” “There is no need,” said the Bodhisattva. “I fear the delay might cost your Master his life.” At this Pilgrim gladly kowtowed and took his leave. The demon had already turned toward the true fruition of the faith: fifty-three visits, paying homage to Guanyin.
且不題善菩薩收了童子。卻說那沙僧久坐林間，盼望行者不到，將行李捎在馬上，一隻手執著降妖寶杖，一隻手牽著韁繩，出松林向南觀看，只見行者欣喜而來。沙僧迎著道：「哥哥，你怎麼去請菩薩，此時才來？焦殺我也。」行者道：「你還做夢哩，老孫已請了菩薩，降了妖怪。」行者卻將菩薩的法力，備陳了一遍。沙僧十分歡喜道：「救師父去也。」
且不题善菩萨收了童子。却说那沙僧久坐林间，盼望行者不到，将行李捎在马上，一只手执着降妖宝杖，一只手牵着缰绳，出松林向南观看，只见行者欣喜而来。沙僧迎着道：「哥哥，你怎么去请菩萨，此时才来？焦杀我也。」行者道：「你还做梦哩，老孙已请了菩萨，降了妖怪。」行者却将菩萨的法力，备陈了一遍。沙僧十分欢喜道：「救师父去也。」
We shall say no more for now of the kindly Bodhisattva taking the boy into her service. Meanwhile Sha Monk had been sitting in the wood for a long time, looking out for Pilgrim, who still had not come. He slung the luggage onto the horse, took his demon-quelling staff in one hand and the reins in the other, and came out of the pinewood to look south. There was Pilgrim, coming toward him in delight. Sha Monk went to meet him. “Brother, you went to fetch the Bodhisattva. Why have you only just come back? I have been worried to death!” “You are still dreaming,” said Pilgrim. “Old Sun has already fetched the Bodhisattva and subdued the demon.” He gave a full account of the Bodhisattva’s powers, and Sha Monk said in great joy, “Let us rescue Master!”