這回因果，勸人為善，切休作惡。一念生，神明照鑒，任他為作。拙蠢乖能君怎學，兩般還是無心藥。趁生前有道正該修，莫浪泊。認根源，脫本殼。訪長生，須把捉。要時時明見，醍醐斟酌。貫徹三關填黑海，管教善者乘鸞鶴。那其間愍故更慈悲，登極樂。
这回因果，劝人为善，切休作恶。一念生，神明照鉴，任他为作。拙蠢乖能君怎学，两般还是无心药。趁生前有道正该修，莫浪泊。认根源，脱本壳。访长生，须把捉。要时时明见，醍醐斟酌。贯彻三关填黑海，管教善者乘鸾鹤。那其间愍故更慈悲，登极乐。
This tale of cause and consequence urges you to do good and never evil.A single thought arises, and the gods see it clearly, whatever you may do.Clumsy folly or clever skill — what will you learn?Both, after all, are medicines of no-mind.While you still live, cultivate the Way;do not drift aimlessly.Know the root and source;cast off your native shell.Seek long life,and hold it firmly in your grasp.Keep your vision clear at every moment;weigh and measure the finest clarified butter.Pass through the Three Passes and fill the black sea;the good shall surely ride phoenixes and cranes.Then pity for suffering deepens into compassion,and you ascend to Ultimate Bliss.
話表唐三藏一念虔誠，且休言天神保護，似這草木之靈，尚來引送，雅會一宵，脫出荊棘針刺，再無蘿蓏攀纏。四眾西進，行夠多時，又值冬殘，正是那三春之日：
物華交泰，斗柄回寅。草芽遍地綠，柳眼滿堤青。一嶺桃花紅錦涴，半溪煙水碧羅明。幾多風雨，無限心情。日晒花心豔，燕啣苔蕊輕。山色王維畫濃淡，鳥聲季子舌縱橫。芳菲鋪繡無人賞，蝶舞蜂歌卻有情。
師徒們也自尋芳踏翠，緩隨馬步。正行之間，忽見一座高山，遠望著與天相接。三藏揚鞭指道：「悟空，那座山也不知有多少高，可便似接著青天，透沖碧漢。」行者道：「古詩不云：『只有天在上，更無山與齊。』但言山之極高，無可與他比並，豈有接天之理？」八戒道：「若不接天，如何把崑崙山號為天柱？」行者道：「你不知。自古『天不滿西北』。崑崙山在西北乾位上，故有頂天塞空之意，遂名天柱。」沙僧笑道：「大哥把這好話兒莫與他說，他聽了去，又降別人。我們且走路，等上了那山，就知高下也。」
话表唐三藏一念虔诚，且休言天神保护，似这草木之灵，尚来引送，雅会一宵，脱出荆棘针刺，再无萝蓏攀缠。四众西进，行够多时，又值冬残，正是那三春之日：
物华交泰，斗柄回寅。草芽遍地绿，柳眼满堤青。一岭桃花红锦涴，半溪烟水碧罗明。几多风雨，无限心情。日晒花心艳，燕啣苔蕊轻。山色王维画浓淡，鸟声季子舌纵横。芳菲铺绣无人赏，蝶舞蜂歌却有情。
师徒们也自寻芳踏翠，缓随马步。正行之间，忽见一座高山，远望着与天相接。三藏扬鞭指道：「悟空，那座山也不知有多少高，可便似接着青天，透冲碧汉。」行者道：「古诗不云：『只有天在上，更无山与齐。』但言山之极高，无可与他比并，岂有接天之理？」八戒道：「若不接天，如何把昆仑山号为天柱？」行者道：「你不知。自古『天不满西北』。昆仑山在西北干位上，故有顶天塞空之意，遂名天柱。」沙僧笑道：「大哥把这好话儿莫与他说，他听了去，又降别人。我们且走路，等上了那山，就知高下也。」
Now, Tang Sanzang’s heart was wholly devout. Never mind the protection of heavenly gods — even spirits of grass and trees had come to guide and escort him. After an elegant gathering through the night, he had escaped the thorns and prickles, with no more creepers tangling round him. The four pilgrims went westward for a good long while. Once more winter was ending, and the days of spring had come:
All nature’s splendour joins in harmony;the Dipper’s handle turns back toward Yin.Green grass shoots cover the ground;green willow buds fill the banks.Peach blossoms stain a ridge with crimson brocade;misty water lights half a stream with emerald gauze.So much wind and rain;feelings without end.Sunlight brightens the hearts of flowers;swallows lightly carry mossy sprigs.The mountain shades are Wang Wei’s painting, dark and pale;the birds’ voices are Jizi’s tongue, ranging far and wide.Fragrant blossoms spread their embroidery with no one to admire it;dancing butterflies and singing bees, at least, have feeling.
Master and disciples too sought out the flowers and walked through the green, keeping slowly to the horse’s pace. As they went along, they suddenly saw a high mountain that seemed from afar to meet the sky. Sanzang raised his whip and pointed. “Wukong, who knows how high that mountain is? It seems to reach the blue sky and pierce the azure heavens.” Pilgrim said, “Doesn’t an old poem say, ‘Only Heaven stands above it; no other mountain is its equal’? That only means the mountain is so high that nothing can compare with it. How could it actually touch the sky?” Bajie said, “If mountains don’t touch the sky, why is Mount Kunlun called Heaven’s Pillar?” Pilgrim said, “You don’t understand. As the old saying goes, ‘Heaven is incomplete in the northwest.’ Mount Kunlun stands in the northwest, in the position of Qian, so it is thought of as propping up the sky and filling the gap. That is why it is called Heaven’s Pillar.” Sha Monk laughed. “Elder Brother, don’t tell him such fine things. He’ll pick them up and use them to overawe someone else. Let’s just keep going. Once we’re up there, we’ll know how high it is.”
那獃子趕著沙僧，廝耍廝鬥。老師父馬快如飛。須臾，到那山崖之邊，一步步往上行來。只見那山：
林中風颯颯，澗底水潺潺。鴉雀飛不過，神仙也道難。千崖萬壑，億曲百灣。塵埃滾滾無人到，怪石森森不厭看。有處有雲如水滉，是方是樹鳥聲繁。鹿啣芝去，猿摘桃還。狐貉往來崖上跳，麖獐出入嶺頭頑。忽聞虎嘯驚人膽，斑豹蒼狼把路攔。
唐三藏一見心驚。孫行者神通廣大，你看他一條金箍棒，哮吼一聲，嚇過了狼蟲虎豹，剖開路，引師父直上高山。行過嶺頭，下西平處，忽見祥光藹藹，彩霧紛紛，有一所樓臺殿閣，隱隱的鐘磬悠揚。三藏道：「徒弟們，看是個甚麼去處？」行者擡頭，用手搭涼篷，仔細觀看，那壁廂好個所在。真個是：
珍樓寶座，上剎名方。谷虛繁地籟，境寂散天香。青松帶雨遮高閣，翠竹留雲護講堂。霞光縹緲龍宮顯，彩色飄颻沙界長。朱欄玉戶，畫棟雕梁。談經香滿座，語籙月當窗。鳥啼丹樹內，鶴飲石泉傍。四圍花發琪園秀，三面門開舍衛光。樓臺突兀門迎嶂，鐘磬虛徐聲韻長。窗開風細，簾捲煙茫。有僧情散淡，無俗意和昌。紅塵不到真仙境，靜土招提好道場。
行者看罷，回覆道：「師父，那去處便是座寺院，卻不知禪光瑞藹之中，又有些凶氣何也。觀此景象，也似雷音，卻又路道差池。我們到那廂，決不可擅入，恐遭毒手。」唐僧道：「既有雷音之景，莫不就是靈山？你休誤了我誠心，擔擱了我來意。」行者道：「不是，不是。靈山之路，我也走過幾遍，那是這路途？」八戒道：「縱然不是，也必有個好人居住。」沙僧道：「不必多疑，此條路未免從那門首過，是不是一見可知也。」行者道：「悟淨說得有理。」
那呆子赶着沙僧，厮耍厮斗。老师父马快如飞。须臾，到那山崖之边，一步步往上行来。只见那山：
林中风飒飒，涧底水潺潺。鸦雀飞不过，神仙也道难。千崖万壑，亿曲百湾。尘埃滚滚无人到，怪石森森不厌看。有处有云如水滉，是方是树鸟声繁。鹿啣芝去，猿摘桃还。狐貉往来崖上跳，麖獐出入岭头顽。忽闻虎啸惊人胆，斑豹苍狼把路拦。
唐三藏一见心惊。孙行者神通广大，你看他一条金箍棒，哮吼一声，吓过了狼虫虎豹，剖开路，引师父直上高山。行过岭头，下西平处，忽见祥光蔼蔼，彩雾纷纷，有一所楼台殿阁，隐隐的钟磬悠扬。三藏道：「徒弟们，看是个甚么去处？」行者抬头，用手搭凉篷，仔细观看，那壁厢好个所在。真个是：
珍楼宝座，上刹名方。谷虚繁地籁，境寂散天香。青松带雨遮高阁，翠竹留云护讲堂。霞光缥缈龙宫显，彩色飘飖沙界长。朱栏玉户，画栋雕梁。谈经香满座，语箓月当窗。鸟啼丹树内，鹤饮石泉傍。四围花发琪园秀，三面门开舍卫光。楼台突兀门迎嶂，钟磬虚徐声韵长。窗开风细，帘卷烟茫。有僧情散淡，无俗意和昌。红尘不到真仙境，静土招提好道场。
行者看罢，回复道：「师父，那去处便是座寺院，却不知禅光瑞蔼之中，又有些凶气何也。观此景象，也似雷音，却又路道差池。我们到那厢，决不可擅入，恐遭毒手。」唐僧道：「既有雷音之景，莫不就是灵山？你休误了我诚心，担搁了我来意。」行者道：「不是，不是。灵山之路，我也走过几遍，那是这路途？」八戒道：「纵然不是，也必有个好人居住。」沙僧道：「不必多疑，此条路未免从那门首过，是不是一见可知也。」行者道：「悟净说得有理。」
The Idiot chased after Sha Monk, playing and scuffling with him. Their old master’s horse flew ahead. Before long they reached the foot of the cliffs and began climbing, step by step. This is what they saw:
Wind sighs through the woods;water murmurs in the ravines.Crows and sparrows cannot fly across;even immortals call the passage hard.A thousand cliffs, ten thousand gorges;countless twists, a hundred bends.Dust rolls where no one comes;strange rocks crowd the slopes, a sight that never tires.Here and there clouds surge like water;birdsong fills the trees on every side.Deer carry away spirit mushrooms;apes return from picking peaches.Foxes and raccoon dogs leap back and forth on cliffs;great deer and water deer play about the ridges.A sudden tiger’s roar strikes terror in the heart;spotted leopards and grey wolves block the road.
Tang Sanzang’s heart quailed at the sight. But Pilgrim Sun had vast divine powers. See him wield his gold-banded cudgel and give a mighty roar! He frightened off the wolves, wild beasts, tigers and leopards, cleared a path and led his master straight up the mountain. They crossed the ridge and descended to level ground on the western side. Suddenly they saw a profusion of auspicious light and coloured mist, towers and terraces and halls, with the faint, lingering music of bells and chimes. Sanzang said, “Disciples, what sort of place is that?” Pilgrim raised his head, shaded his eyes with his hand and looked carefully. What a fine place it was over there! Truly:
Precious towers and jewelled seats;a great monastery in a famed sacred place.Hollow valleys swell with earth’s music;the quiet realm sheds heavenly fragrance.Rain-laden green pines shade the tall pavilions;emerald bamboo holds clouds about the preaching hall.In drifting rosy light a Dragon Palace shows;floating colours stretch through worlds as numberless as sand.Crimson rails and jade doorways;painted rafters and carved beams.Scriptures are discussed, and fragrance fills the seats;sacred texts are spoken, and the moon stands at the window.Birds sing within the crimson trees;cranes drink beside the rocky springs.Flowers bloom all round in the beauty of Jeta’s Grove;gates open on three sides to Shravasti’s light.Towers rise high, their gates facing the peaks;bells and chimes sound gently, their notes lingering long.Windows open to a delicate breeze;curtains roll up on a haze of mist.Monks dwell here, their hearts at ease;no worldly folk intrude, and all is peaceful joy.The world’s red dust cannot reach this true immortal realm;a pure-land monastery makes a fine place of practice.
When Pilgrim had finished looking, he reported, “Master, that place is a monastery. But why is there a trace of menace amid its Buddhist radiance and auspicious haze? It looks rather like the Thunderclap Monastery, yet the road is wrong. When we get there, we must not go in rashly. I fear they may do us harm.” The Tang Monk said, “If it has the appearance of the Thunderclap Monastery, could it be Spirit Mountain itself? Don’t thwart my sincere devotion and delay what I came here to do.” Pilgrim said, “No, no! I’ve travelled the road to Spirit Mountain several times. How could this be the way?” Bajie said, “Even if it isn’t, someone good must live there.” Sha Monk said, “No need for so much suspicion. Our road takes us past its gate in any case. One look will tell us whether it is or isn’t.” Pilgrim said, “Wujing is right.”