話說唐僧復得了孫行者，師徒們一心同體，共詣西方。自寶象國救了公主，承君臣送出城西。說不盡沿路饑餐渴飲，夜住曉行。卻又值三春景候，那時節：
輕風吹柳綠如絲，佳景最堪題。時催鳥語，暖烘花發，遍地芳菲。海棠庭院來雙燕，正是賞春時。紅塵紫陌，綺羅絃管，鬥草傳卮。
话说唐僧复得了孙行者，师徒们一心同体，共诣西方。自宝象国救了公主，承君臣送出城西。说不尽沿路饥餐渴饮，夜住晓行。却又值三春景候，那时节：
轻风吹柳绿如丝，佳景最堪题。时催鸟语，暖烘花发，遍地芳菲。海棠庭院来双燕，正是赏春时。红尘紫陌，绮罗弦管，斗草传卮。
Now, the Tang Monk had Pilgrim Sun back again, and Master and disciples, united in heart and purpose, travelled on toward the West. Having rescued the princess of Baoxiang, they had been escorted out beyond the western side of the city by the king and his ministers. There is no telling all their meals when hungry, their drinks when thirsty, their nights at rest and their departures at dawn. Once more the season was spring. At that time:
A light wind stirs the willows, green as silk;a lovely scene, most worthy of a verse.The season urges birds to sing, the warmth brings flowers into bloom, and fragrance fills the earth.A pair of swallows comes to courtyards bright with crabapple flowers:now is the time to savour spring.Along the dusty streets and splendid roads, amid silks and gauzes, pipes and strings, they play at matching grasses and pass the wine cups round.
師徒們正行賞間，又見一山擋路。唐僧道：「徒弟們仔細，前遇山高，恐有虎狼阻擋。」行者道：「師父，出家人莫說在家話。你記得那烏巢和尚的《心經》云『心無罣礙：無罣礙，方無恐怖，遠離顛倒夢想』之言？但只是：『掃除心上垢，洗淨耳邊塵。不受苦中苦，難為人上人。』你莫生憂慮，但有老孫，就是塌下天來，可保無事，怕甚麼虎狼？」長老勒回馬道：「我
當年奉旨出長安，只憶西來拜佛顏。舍利國中金像彩，浮屠塔裡玉毫斑。尋窮天下無名水，歷遍人間不到山。逐逐煙波重疊疊，幾時能夠此身閑？」
行者聞說，笑呵呵道：「師要身閑，有何難事？若功成之後，萬緣都罷，諸法皆空。那時節，自然而然，卻不是身閑也？」長老聞言，只得樂以忘憂。放轡催銀驄，兜韁趲玉龍。
师徒们正行赏间，又见一山挡路。唐僧道：「徒弟们仔细，前遇山高，恐有虎狼阻挡。」行者道：「师父，出家人莫说在家话。你记得那乌巢和尚的《心经》云『心无罣碍：无罣碍，方无恐怖，远离颠倒梦想』之言？但只是：『扫除心上垢，洗净耳边尘。不受苦中苦，难为人上人。』你莫生忧虑，但有老孙，就是塌下天来，可保无事，怕甚么虎狼？」长老勒回马道：「我
当年奉旨出长安，只忆西来拜佛颜。舍利国中金像彩，浮屠塔里玉毫斑。寻穷天下无名水，历遍人间不到山。逐逐烟波重叠叠，几时能够此身闲？」
行者闻说，笑呵呵道：「师要身闲，有何难事？若功成之后，万缘都罢，诸法皆空。那时节，自然而然，却不是身闲也？」长老闻言，只得乐以忘忧。放辔催银骢，兜缰趱玉龙。
As Master and disciples travelled on, enjoying the scenery, another mountain rose across their path. The Tang Monk said, “Disciples, take care. There are high mountains ahead, and I fear tigers and wolves may bar our way.” Pilgrim said, “Master, a monk shouldn’t talk like someone still living at home. Do you remember these words from the Heart Sutra that the Chan Master of Crow’s Nest taught you: ‘The mind has no hindrance; with no hindrance, there is no fear, and one leaves far behind delusion and dreams’? All you need is this: ‘Sweep the grime from your heart; wash the dust from your ears. Without suffering the bitterest hardships, you can hardly rise above other men.’ Don’t worry. With Old Sun here, even if the sky came crashing down, I could keep you safe. Why fear tigers and wolves?” The elder reined his horse back and said, “I
left Chang’an that year by imperial command,intent on coming west to bow before the Buddha.In lands of sacred relics, golden images gleam;in Buddhist pagodas, the jade-white curl shines bright.I have sought out every nameless stream beneath the sky,crossed every mountain men have never reached.On and on through wave on wave of mist:when will this body ever find its rest?”
Pilgrim listened and laughed. “Master, what’s so hard about finding rest? Once your task is done, all worldly ties will cease, and all phenomena will be empty. Then it will come of itself. Won’t that be rest for your body?” Hearing this, the elder could only let his pleasure drive his cares away. He loosened the reins and urged his silver steed onward, gathered the bridle and sped his jade dragon along.
師徒們上得山來，十分險峻，真個嵯峨。好山：
巍巍峻嶺，削削尖峰。灣環深澗下，孤峻陡崖邊。灣環深澗下，只聽得唿喇喇戲水蟒翻身；孤峻陡崖邊，但見那崒嵂嵂出林虎剪尾。往上看，巒頭突兀透青霄；回眼觀，壑下深沉鄰碧落。上高來，似梯似凳；下低行，如塹如坑。真個是古怪巔峰嶺，果然是連尖削壁崖。巔峰嶺上，採藥人尋思怕走；削壁崖前，打柴夫寸步難行。胡羊野馬亂攛梭，狡兔山牛如佈陣。山高蔽日遮星斗，時逢妖獸與蒼狼。草徑迷漫難進馬，怎得雷音見佛王？
师徒们上得山来，十分险峻，真个嵯峨。好山：
巍巍峻岭，削削尖峰。湾环深涧下，孤峻陡崖边。湾环深涧下，只听得唿喇喇戏水蟒翻身；孤峻陡崖边，但见那崒嵂嵂出林虎剪尾。往上看，峦头突兀透青霄；回眼观，壑下深沉邻碧落。上高来，似梯似凳；下低行，如堑如坑。真个是古怪巅峰岭，果然是连尖削壁崖。巅峰岭上，采药人寻思怕走；削壁崖前，打柴夫寸步难行。胡羊野马乱撺梭，狡兔山牛如布阵。山高蔽日遮星斗，时逢妖兽与苍狼。草径迷漫难进马，怎得雷音见佛王？
Master and disciples climbed the mountain. It was fearfully steep, its crags towering indeed. What a mountain!
Lofty ridges,sharp-cut peaks.Below, deep ravines wind and turn;beside them, lonely cliffs rise sheer.Down in the winding ravines,all they hear is the rushing splash of pythons rolling in the water;beside the lonely, sheer cliffs,all they see is tigers flicking their tails as they emerge from the rugged forest.Look up:the jutting summits pierce the blue sky.Turn your eyes below:the depths of the valleys border on the azure beyond.Climbing high,they find ladders and steps;descending low,they find trenches and pits.Strange indeed are these peaks and ridges;sharp indeed these serried, knife-cut cliffs.On the summit ridges,herb gatherers think twice before they venture;before the sheer cliffs,woodcutters can hardly take a step.Wild sheep and horses dart about like shuttles;crafty hares and mountain cattle stand as if in battle ranks.The mountain hides the sun and screens the stars,and monstrous beasts and grey wolves often cross the way.Grass tracks vanish in tangles where horses cannot pass:how can they reach the Thunderclap Monastery and see the Buddha King?