奉法西來道路賒，秋風淅淅落霜花。乖猿牢鎖繩休解，劣馬勤兜鞭莫加。木母金公原自合，黃婆赤子本無差。咬開鐵彈真消息，般若波羅到彼家。
奉法西来道路赊，秋风淅淅落霜花。乖猿牢锁绳休解，劣马勤兜鞭莫加。木母金公原自合，黄婆赤子本无差。咬开铁弹真消息，般若波罗到彼家。
Obeying the sacred law, they journey west along a distant road;autumn winds sigh, and flowers of frost descend.Keep the unruly ape locked fast, never loose the cord;rein the wayward horse with care, but spare the whip.The Wood Mother and the Metal Lord are joined from the first;the Yellow Matron and the Red Child have never been at odds.Bite through the iron pellet to find the true message;prajnaparamita carries you to the farther shore.
這回書蓋言取經之道，不離了一身務本之道也。卻說他師徒四眾了悟真如，頓開塵鎖，自跳出性海流沙，渾無罣礙，徑投大路西來。歷遍了青山綠水，看不盡野草閑花。真個也光陰迅速，又值九秋，但見了些：
楓葉滿山紅，黃花耐晚風。老蟬吟漸懶，愁蟋思無窮。荷破青紈扇，橙香金彈叢。可憐數行雁，點點遠排空。
这回书盖言取经之道，不离了一身务本之道也。却说他师徒四众了悟真如，顿开尘锁，自跳出性海流沙，浑无罣碍，径投大路西来。历遍了青山绿水，看不尽野草闲花。真个也光阴迅速，又值九秋，但见了些：
枫叶满山红，黄花耐晚风。老蝉吟渐懒，愁蟋思无穷。荷破青纨扇，橙香金弹丛。可怜数行雁，点点远排空。
This chapter tells how the way of fetching the scriptures is inseparable from the way of attending to the foundation within oneself. Now, Master and his three disciples had understood true suchness and broken the locks of worldly dust in an instant. They had leapt clear of the flowing sand in the sea of their own nature; wholly free of hindrance, they took the main road west. They passed green hills and clear waters, with wild grasses and idle flowers beyond counting. Time flew indeed, and deep autumn had come again. This is what they saw:
Maple leaves redden all the hills;yellow flowers withstand the evening wind.Old cicadas grow lazy in their singing;sorrowful crickets brood without end.The lotus tears its green silk fan;oranges scent the clusters of golden pellets.How lovely, those few lines of geese,distant dots drawn across the sky.
正走處，不覺天晚。三藏道：「徒弟，如今天色又晚，卻往那裡安歇？」行者道：「師父說話差了。出家人餐風宿水，臥月眠霜，隨處是家。又問那裡安歇，何也？」豬八戒道：「哥啊，你可知道你走路輕省，那裡管別人累墜？自過了流沙河，這一向爬山過嶺，身挑著重擔，老大難挨也。須是尋個人家，一則化些茶飯，二則養養精神，才是個道理。」行者道：「獃子，你這般言語，似有報怨之心。還像在高老莊倚懶不求福的自在，恐不能也。既是秉正沙門，須是要吃辛受苦，才做得徒弟哩。」八戒道：「哥哥，你看這擔行李多重？」行者道：「兄弟，自從有了你與沙僧，我又不曾挑著，那知多重？」八戒道：「哥啊，你看看數兒麼：
四片黃藤蔑，長短八條繩。又要防陰雨，氈包三四層。匾擔還愁滑，兩頭釘上釘。銅鑲鐵打九環杖，篾絲藤纏大斗篷。
正走处，不觉天晚。三藏道：「徒弟，如今天色又晚，却往那里安歇？」行者道：「师父说话差了。出家人餐风宿水，卧月眠霜，随处是家。又问那里安歇，何也？」猪八戒道：「哥啊，你可知道你走路轻省，那里管别人累坠？自过了流沙河，这一向爬山过岭，身挑着重担，老大难挨也。须是寻个人家，一则化些茶饭，二则养养精神，才是个道理。」行者道：「呆子，你这般言语，似有报怨之心。还像在高老庄倚懒不求福的自在，恐不能也。既是秉正沙门，须是要吃辛受苦，才做得徒弟哩。」八戒道：「哥哥，你看这担行李多重？」行者道：「兄弟，自从有了你与沙僧，我又不曾挑着，那知多重？」八戒道：「哥啊，你看看数儿么：
四片黄藤蔑，长短八条绳。又要防阴雨，毡包三四层。匾担还愁滑，两头钉上钉。铜镶铁打九环杖，篾丝藤缠大斗篷。
As they went on, evening overtook them before they knew it. Sanzang said, “Disciples, it’s getting late again. Where shall we rest?” Pilgrim said, “Master, you have that wrong. Those who leave home to become monks dine on wind and lodge by water, lie under the moon and sleep in the frost. Everywhere is home. Why ask where we shall rest?” Zhu Bajie said, “Brother, all you know is how easy it is for you to walk. What do you care for anyone else’s burdens? Since we crossed Flowing-Sand River, we’ve been climbing mountains and crossing ridges with this heavy load on my shoulders. It’s a terrible strain. We ought to find a household: first, to beg some tea and food; second, to recover our strength. That would make sense.” Pilgrim said, “Idiot, talk like that sounds as if you’re nursing a grievance. If you expect the easy life you had at Gao Village, lazing about without working for your blessings, I’m afraid you won’t get it. Now that you’ve properly entered the Buddhist order, you must endure hardship and suffering to be a disciple.” Bajie said, “Brother, look how heavy this luggage is!” Pilgrim said, “Little brother, since you and Sha Monk joined us, I haven’t carried it. How should I know what it weighs?” Bajie said, “Brother, just count what there is:
Four strips of yellow rattan,eight cords both short and long.Then, to keep the rain out,three or four layers of felt.For fear the carrying pole will slip,nails driven into both its ends.The bronze-mounted, iron-wrought nine-ringed monk’s staff;the great rain hat wound with bamboo strips and vine.”