話表三藏師徒到鎮海禪林寺，眾僧相見，安排齋供。四眾食畢，那女子也得些食力。漸漸天昏，方丈裡點起燈來。眾僧一則是問唐僧取經來歷，二則是貪看那女子，都攢攢簇簇，排列燈下。三藏對那初見的喇嘛僧道：「院主，明日離了寶山，西去的路途如何？」那僧雙膝跪下。慌得長老一把扯住道：「院主請起。我問你個路程，你為何行禮？」那僧道：「老師父明日西行，路途平正，不須費心。只是眼下有件事兒不尷尬，一進門就要說，恐怕冒犯洪威。卻才齋罷，方敢大膽奉告：老師東來，路遙辛苦，都在小和尚房中安歇甚好；只是這位女菩薩，不方便，不知請他那裡睡好。」三藏道：「院主，你不要生疑，說我師徒們有甚邪意。早間打黑松林過，撞見這個女子綁在樹上。小徒孫悟空不肯救他，是我發菩提心，將他救了。到此，隨院主送他那裡睡去。」那僧謝道：「既老師寬厚，請他到天王殿裡，就在天王爺爺身後，安排個草鋪，教他睡罷。」三藏道：「甚好，甚好。」遂此時眾小和尚引那女子往殿後睡去。長老就在方丈中，請眾院主自在，遂各散去。三藏吩咐悟空：「辛苦了，早睡早起。」遂一處都睡了，不敢離側，護著師父。漸入夜深，正是那：
玉兔高升萬籟寧，天街寂靜斷人行。銀河耿耿星光燦，鼓發譙樓趲換更。
一宵晚話不題。及天明了，行者起來，教八戒、沙僧收拾行囊、馬匹，卻請師父走路。此時長老還貪睡未醒。行者近前叫聲：「師父。」那師父把頭擡了一擡，又不曾答應得出。行者問：「師父怎麼說？」長老呻吟道：「我怎麼這般頭懸眼脹，渾身皮骨皆疼？」八戒聽說，伸手去摸摸身上，有些發熱。獃子笑道：「我曉得了，這是昨晚見沒錢的飯，多吃了幾碗，倒沁著頭睡，傷食了。」行者喝道：「胡說！等我問師父，端的何如。」三藏道：「我半夜之間起來解手，不曾戴得帽子，想是風吹了。」行者道：「這還說得是。如今可走得路麼？」三藏道：「我如今起坐不得，怎麼上馬？但只誤了路啊。」行者道：「師父說那裡話。常言道：『一日為師，終身為父。』我等與你做徒弟，就是兒子一般。又說道：『養兒不用阿金溺銀，只是見景生情便好。』你既身子不快，說甚麼誤了行程？便寧耐幾日何妨？」兄弟們都伏侍著師父，不覺的早盡午來昏又至，良宵才過又侵晨。
话表三藏师徒到镇海禅林寺，众僧相见，安排斋供。四众食毕，那女子也得些食力。渐渐天昏，方丈里点起灯来。众僧一则是问唐僧取经来历，二则是贪看那女子，都攒攒簇簇，排列灯下。三藏对那初见的喇嘛僧道：「院主，明日离了宝山，西去的路途如何？」那僧双膝跪下。慌得长老一把扯住道：「院主请起。我问你个路程，你为何行礼？」那僧道：「老师父明日西行，路途平正，不须费心。只是眼下有件事儿不尴尬，一进门就要说，恐怕冒犯洪威。却才斋罢，方敢大胆奉告：老师东来，路遥辛苦，都在小和尚房中安歇甚好；只是这位女菩萨，不方便，不知请他那里睡好。」三藏道：「院主，你不要生疑，说我师徒们有甚邪意。早间打黑松林过，撞见这个女子绑在树上。小徒孙悟空不肯救他，是我发菩提心，将他救了。到此，随院主送他那里睡去。」那僧谢道：「既老师宽厚，请他到天王殿里，就在天王爷爷身后，安排个草铺，教他睡罢。」三藏道：「甚好，甚好。」遂此时众小和尚引那女子往殿后睡去。长老就在方丈中，请众院主自在，遂各散去。三藏吩咐悟空：「辛苦了，早睡早起。」遂一处都睡了，不敢离侧，护着师父。渐入夜深，正是那：
玉兔高升万籁宁，天街寂静断人行。银河耿耿星光灿，鼓发谯楼趱换更。
一宵晚话不题。及天明了，行者起来，教八戒、沙僧收拾行囊、马匹，却请师父走路。此时长老还贪睡未醒。行者近前叫声：「师父。」那师父把头抬了一抬，又不曾答应得出。行者问：「师父怎么说？」长老呻吟道：「我怎么这般头悬眼胀，浑身皮骨皆疼？」八戒听说，伸手去摸摸身上，有些发热。呆子笑道：「我晓得了，这是昨晚见没钱的饭，多吃了几碗，倒沁着头睡，伤食了。」行者喝道：「胡说！等我问师父，端的何如。」三藏道：「我半夜之间起来解手，不曾戴得帽子，想是风吹了。」行者道：「这还说得是。如今可走得路么？」三藏道：「我如今起坐不得，怎么上马？但只误了路啊。」行者道：「师父说那里话。常言道：『一日为师，终身为父。』我等与你做徒弟，就是儿子一般。又说道：『养儿不用阿金溺银，只是见景生情便好。』你既身子不快，说甚么误了行程？便宁耐几日何妨？」兄弟们都伏侍着师父，不觉的早尽午来昏又至，良宵才过又侵晨。
Now, Sanzang and his disciples arrived at the Sea-Calming Chan Monastery. The monks greeted them and prepared a vegetarian meal. When the four had eaten, the woman too had taken some food and recovered a little strength. Gradually darkness fell, and lamps were lit in the abbot’s quarters. The monks wanted both to ask the Tang Monk about his journey to fetch the scriptures and to feast their eyes on the woman, so they crowded together in rows beneath the lamplight. Sanzang asked the lama he had first met, “Abbot, when we leave your honoured mountain tomorrow, what is the road west like?” The monk dropped to both knees. Alarmed, the elder caught hold of him. “Please rise, Abbot. I’m asking about the road. Why do you kneel?” The monk said, “Venerable Master, the road west tomorrow is level and easy. You need not worry. But there is something awkward just now. I wanted to mention it as soon as you came in, but feared offending your great dignity. Only now, after the meal, do I dare speak. You have come from the east, and your long journey has been hard. All of you can rest comfortably in this little monk’s rooms. But this lady Bodhisattva is a difficulty: I don’t know where to ask her to sleep.” Sanzang said, “Abbot, do not suspect my disciples and me of any improper intentions. This morning, passing through Black Pine Forest, we found this woman tied to a tree. My disciple Sun Wukong refused to rescue her, but I stirred my heart toward awakening and saved her. Now that we are here, you may send her wherever you wish to sleep.” The monk thanked him. “Since you are so accommodating, Master, let us ask her to go to the Hall of Heavenly Kings. We can make her a bed of straw behind the venerable Heavenly King and have her sleep there.” Sanzang said, “Very good, very good.” The young monks then led the woman behind the hall to sleep. The elder stayed in the abbot’s quarters and asked the abbots to go about their own affairs. They all dispersed. Sanzang told Wukong, “You’ve worked hard. Go to bed early and get up early.” They all slept together, guarding their master and not daring to leave his side. Night deepened. Truly:
The Jade Rabbit rises high, all sounds fall still;Heaven’s streets lie silent, no one walks abroad.The gleaming Milky Way is bright with stars;drums sound from the watchtower, hurrying on the changing watches.
We need not speak of that night’s talk. At daybreak Pilgrim rose and told Bajie and Sha Monk to get the baggage and horse ready, then went to ask his master to set out. The elder was still sleeping soundly. Pilgrim went up and called, “Master!” His master lifted his head a little but could not answer. Pilgrim asked, “Master, what is it?” The elder groaned. “Why is my head so dizzy, my eyes so swollen, and every bit of skin and bone aching?” Hearing this, Bajie reached out to feel him. He was a little feverish. The Idiot laughed. “I know what it is. Last night he saw the food was free, ate a few extra bowls, then flopped down to sleep with his head drooping low. He’s given himself indigestion.” Pilgrim shouted, “Nonsense! Let me ask Master what’s really wrong.” Sanzang said, “I got up in the middle of the night to relieve myself and didn’t put my hat on. I think the wind caught me.” Pilgrim said, “That sounds more like it. Can you travel now?” Sanzang said, “I can’t even sit up. How can I mount a horse? But we’re losing time on the road!” Pilgrim said, “Master, what are you saying? As the saying goes, ‘A teacher for a day is a father for life.’ We are your disciples, which makes us as good as your sons. Another saying goes, ‘Raising sons takes no lavish gold or silver; all that matters is that they respond with feeling when the time comes.’ If you’re unwell, why talk of delaying the journey? What harm is there in waiting patiently a few days?” The brothers all waited on their master. Before they knew it, morning had gone, noon had come, dusk was here again; a pleasant night had barely passed before dawn stole in once more.
光陰迅速，早過了三日。那一日，師父欠身起來叫道：「悟空，這兩日病體沉痾，不曾問得你：那個脫命的女菩薩，可曾有人送些飯與他吃？」行者笑道：「你管他怎的？且顧了自家的病著。」三藏道：「正是，正是。你且扶我起來，取出我的紙、筆、墨，寺裡借個硯臺來使使。」行者道：「要怎的？」長老道：「我要修一封書，並關文封在一處，你替我送上長安駕下，見太宗皇帝一面。」行者道：「這個容易，我老孫別事無能，若說送書，人間第一。你把書收拾停當取與我，我一觔斗送到長安，遞與唐王，再一觔斗轉將回來，你的筆硯還不乾哩。但只是你寄書怎的？且把書意念念我聽，念了再寫不遲。」長老滴淚道：「我寫著： 臣僧稽首三頓首，萬歲山呼拜聖君； 文武兩班同入目，公卿四百共知聞： 當年奉旨離東土，指望靈山見世尊。 不料途中遭厄難，何期半路有災迍。 僧病沉痾難進步，佛門深遠接天門。 有經無命空勞碌，啟奏當今別遣人。」 行者聽得此言，忍不住呵呵大笑道：「師父，你忒不濟，略有些些病兒，就起這個意念。你若是病重，要死要活，只消問我，我老孫自有個本事：問道那個閻王敢起心？那個判官敢出票？那個鬼使來勾取？若惱了我，我拿出那大鬧天宮之性子，又一路棍，打入幽冥，捉住十代閻王，一個個抽了他的筋，還不饒他哩。」三藏道：「徒弟呀，我病重了，切莫說這大話。」
光阴迅速，早过了三日。那一日，师父欠身起来叫道：「悟空，这两日病体沉疴，不曾问得你：那个脱命的女菩萨，可曾有人送些饭与他吃？」行者笑道：「你管他怎的？且顾了自家的病着。」三藏道：「正是，正是。你且扶我起来，取出我的纸、笔、墨，寺里借个砚台来使使。」行者道：「要怎的？」长老道：「我要修一封书，并关文封在一处，你替我送上长安驾下，见太宗皇帝一面。」行者道：「这个容易，我老孙别事无能，若说送书，人间第一。你把书收拾停当取与我，我一觔斗送到长安，递与唐王，再一觔斗转将回来，你的笔砚还不干哩。但只是你寄书怎的？且把书意念念我听，念了再写不迟。」长老滴泪道：「我写着： 臣僧稽首三顿首，万岁山呼拜圣君； 文武两班同入目，公卿四百共知闻： 当年奉旨离东土，指望灵山见世尊。 不料途中遭厄难，何期半路有灾迍。 僧病沉疴难进步，佛门深远接天门。 有经无命空劳碌，启奏当今别遣人。」 行者听得此言，忍不住呵呵大笑道：「师父，你忒不济，略有些些病儿，就起这个意念。你若是病重，要死要活，只消问我，我老孙自有个本事：问道那个阎王敢起心？那个判官敢出票？那个鬼使来勾取？若恼了我，我拿出那大闹天宫之性子，又一路棍，打入幽冥，捉住十代阎王，一个个抽了他的筋，还不饶他哩。」三藏道：「徒弟呀，我病重了，切莫说这大话。」
Time flew, and three days had soon passed. That day their master struggled up a little and called, “Wukong, these past two days I’ve been so gravely ill that I haven’t asked you: has anyone taken food to that lady Bodhisattva we saved from death?” Pilgrim laughed. “Why bother about her? Look after your own illness first.” Sanzang said, “Quite right, quite right. Help me up, fetch my paper, brush and ink, and borrow an inkstone from the monastery.” Pilgrim asked, “What for?” The elder said, “I want to write a letter and seal it up with my travel papers. You must take it to the court at Chang’an for me and see Emperor Taizong.” Pilgrim said, “That’s easy. Old Sun may be no good at other things, but when it comes to delivering letters, I’m the best in the world. Get the letter ready and give it to me. One somersault will take me to Chang’an to hand it to the Tang Emperor, and another will bring me back before your brush and inkstone have even dried. But why are you sending a letter? Recite what you mean to say first. There’s time enough to write it afterward.” Tears fell from the elder’s eyes. “I shall write:
八戒上前道：「師兄，師父說不好，你只管說好，十分不尷尬。我們趁早商量，先賣了馬，典了行囊，買棺木送終散火。」行者道：「獃子又胡說了，你不知道。師父是我佛如來第二個徒弟，原叫做金蟬長老，只因他輕慢佛法，該有這場大難。」八戒道：「哥啊，師父既是輕慢佛法，貶回東土，在是非海內，口舌場中，託化做人身，發願往西天拜佛求經，遇妖精就捆，逢魔頭就吊，受諸苦惱，也夠了，怎麼又叫他害病？」行者道：「你那裡曉得。老師父不曾聽佛講法，打了一個盹，往下一失，左腳屣了一粒米，下界來，該有這三日病。」八戒驚道：「像老豬吃東西潑潑撒撒的，也不知害多少年代病是。」行者道：「兄弟，佛不與你眾生為念，你又不知。人云：
『鋤禾日當午，汗滴禾下土。誰知盤中餐，粒粒皆辛苦。』
師父只今日一日，明日就好了。」三藏道：「我今日比昨日不同：咽喉裡十分作渴。你去那裡有涼水，尋些來我吃。」行者道：「好了，師父要水吃，便是好了。等我取水去。」
八戒上前道：「师兄，师父说不好，你只管说好，十分不尴尬。我们趁早商量，先卖了马，典了行囊，买棺木送终散火。」行者道：「呆子又胡说了，你不知道。师父是我佛如来第二个徒弟，原叫做金蝉长老，只因他轻慢佛法，该有这场大难。」八戒道：「哥啊，师父既是轻慢佛法，贬回东土，在是非海内，口舌场中，托化做人身，发愿往西天拜佛求经，遇妖精就捆，逢魔头就吊，受诸苦恼，也够了，怎么又叫他害病？」行者道：「你那里晓得。老师父不曾听佛讲法，打了一个盹，往下一失，左脚屣了一粒米，下界来，该有这三日病。」八戒惊道：「像老猪吃东西泼泼撒撒的，也不知害多少年代病是。」行者道：「兄弟，佛不与你众生为念，你又不知。人云：
『锄禾日当午，汗滴禾下土。谁知盘中餐，粒粒皆辛苦。』
师父只今日一日，明日就好了。」三藏道：「我今日比昨日不同：咽喉里十分作渴。你去那里有凉水，寻些来我吃。」行者道：「好了，师父要水吃，便是好了。等我取水去。」
Bajie came forward. “Elder Brother, Master says he’s unwell and you keep saying he’s well. That’s very awkward. We should make our plans while there’s time: sell the horse, pawn the baggage, buy a coffin, see him buried and break up the party.” Pilgrim said, “The Idiot’s talking nonsense again. You don’t understand. Master is the second disciple of our Buddha. He was originally called Elder Golden Cicada. He treated the Buddha’s Dharma lightly, and so he must suffer this great ordeal.” Bajie said, “Brother, since Master slighted the Dharma and was banished to the Eastern Land, he’s been reborn as a man in that sea of right and wrong, that arena of quarrels. He vowed to go to the Western Heaven to worship the Buddha and seek the scriptures. Every demon he meets ties him up, every monster hangs him from a beam. He’s suffered more than enough. Why make him fall ill as well?” Pilgrim said, “What do you know? Our old master failed to listen when the Buddha preached the Dharma. He nodded off, lost his footing and trod on a grain of rice with his left foot. When he came down to this world, that meant he had to suffer these three days of illness.” Bajie said in alarm, “With all the food Old Zhu spills and scatters when he eats, who knows how many years I’ll have to spend sick!” Pilgrim said, “Brother, the Buddha doesn’t hold ordinary beings like you to the same account. You don’t understand that either. As the poem says:
‘Hoeing the grain beneath the midday sun,sweat drips onto the earth below.Who knows that the food upon the plate,each single grain, is bitter toil?’
Master has only today to get through. Tomorrow he’ll be well.” Sanzang said, “Today is different from yesterday. My throat is terribly thirsty. Find me some cool water wherever you can.” Pilgrim said, “He’s better! If Master wants water, he’s getting better. I’ll go and fetch it.”