色即空兮自古，空言是色如然。人能悟徹色空禪，何用丹砂炮煉。德行全修休懈，工夫苦用熬煎。有時行滿始朝天，永駐仙顏不變。
色即空兮自古，空言是色如然。人能悟彻色空禅，何用丹砂炮炼。德行全修休懈，工夫苦用熬煎。有时行满始朝天，永驻仙颜不变。
Form has always been emptiness;emptiness is likewise form.If you grasp the Buddhist truth of form and emptiness,what need to roast and refine cinnabar?Cultivate virtue to the full, never slacken;labour at the practice, endure its bitter trials.One day, when your deeds are complete, you will attend Heaven’s court;your immortal face will stay forever unchanged.
話說那賽太歲緊關了前後門戶，搜尋行者，直嚷到黃昏時分，不見蹤跡。坐在那剝皮亭上，點聚群妖，發號施令，都教各門上提鈴喝號，擊鼓敲梆；一個個弓上絃，刀出鞘，支更坐夜。
话说那赛太岁紧关了前后门户，搜寻行者，直嚷到黄昏时分，不见踪迹。坐在那剥皮亭上，点聚群妖，发号施令，都教各门上提铃喝号，击鼓敲梆；一个个弓上弦，刀出鞘，支更坐夜。
Now, the Rival of the Year God shut the front and rear gates tight and searched for Pilgrim, shouting and raging until dusk without finding a trace. He sat in the Skinning Pavilion, mustered the demons and issued his orders. At every gate they were to ring bells, call out the watch, beat drums and knock their wooden clappers. Each had his bow strung and his sabre drawn, keeping the night watches.
原來孫大聖變做個痴蒼蠅，釘在門旁。見前面防備甚緊，他即抖開翅，飛入後宮門首看處，見金聖娘娘伏在御案上，清清滴淚，隱隱聲悲。行者飛進門去，輕輕的落在他那烏雲散髻之上，聽他哭的甚麼。少頃間，那娘娘忽失聲道：「主公啊，我和你：
前生燒了斷頭香，今世遭逢潑怪王。拆鳳三年何日會？分鴛兩處致悲傷。差來長老才通信，驚散佳姻一命亡。只為金鈴難解識，相思又比舊時狂。」
行者聞言，即移身到他耳根後，悄悄的叫道：「聖宮娘娘，你休恐懼。我還是你國差來的神僧孫長老，未曾傷命。只因自家性急，近妝臺偷了金鈴，你與妖王吃酒之時，我卻脫身私出了前亭，忍不住打開看看。不期扯動那塞口的綿花，那鈴響一聲，迸出煙、火、黃沙。我就慌了手腳，把金鈴丟了，現出原身，使鐵棒，苦戰不出，恐遭毒手，故變作一個蒼蠅兒，釘在門樞上，躲到如今。那妖王愈加嚴緊，不肯開門。你可再以夫妻之禮，哄他進來安寢，我好脫身行事，別作區處救你也。」
原来孙大圣变做个痴苍蝇，钉在门旁。见前面防备甚紧，他即抖开翅，飞入后宫门首看处，见金圣娘娘伏在御案上，清清滴泪，隐隐声悲。行者飞进门去，轻轻的落在他那乌云散髻之上，听他哭的甚么。少顷间，那娘娘忽失声道：「主公啊，我和你：
前生烧了断头香，今世遭逢泼怪王。拆凤三年何日会？分鸳两处致悲伤。差来长老才通信，惊散佳姻一命亡。只为金铃难解识，相思又比旧时狂。」
行者闻言，即移身到他耳根后，悄悄的叫道：「圣宫娘娘，你休恐惧。我还是你国差来的神僧孙长老，未曾伤命。只因自家性急，近妆台偷了金铃，你与妖王吃酒之时，我却脱身私出了前亭，忍不住打开看看。不期扯动那塞口的绵花，那铃响一声，迸出烟、火、黄沙。我就慌了手脚，把金铃丢了，现出原身，使铁棒，苦战不出，恐遭毒手，故变作一个苍蝇儿，钉在门枢上，躲到如今。那妖王愈加严紧，不肯开门。你可再以夫妻之礼，哄他进来安寝，我好脱身行事，别作区处救你也。」
The Great Sage Sun had turned himself into a sluggish fly and was clinging beside the gate. Seeing how closely the front was guarded, he spread his wings and flew to the entrance of the rear palace to look about. There he saw the Queen of the Golden Sacred Palace bent over her imperial desk, tears trickling down and faint sobs sounding. Pilgrim flew inside, alighted gently on her loose, cloud-black hair and listened to what she was crying about. Before long her grief broke out in a cry. “My lord, you and I:
In a former life we burned incense with broken tips;in this life we have met a wretched demon king.Our phoenix pair has been parted three years—when shall we meet? Our mandarin ducks live apart in sorrow.The elder you sent had scarcely brought us wordwhen our happy bond was dashed and his life was lost.All because the golden bells’ workings were beyond his understanding,my longing runs wilder than before.”
At these words Pilgrim moved behind her ear and called softly, “Your Ladyship, do not be afraid. I am still Elder Sun, the holy monk your kingdom sent. I haven’t lost my life. I was simply too impatient. I stole the golden bells from the dressing table, and while you were drinking with the demon king I slipped away to the pavilion in front. I couldn’t resist opening the bundle to look. Without meaning to, I pulled at the cotton plugging their mouths. A bell rang once, and out burst smoke, fire and yellow sand. I lost my head, dropped the bells and revealed my own form. I fought hard with my iron cudgel but couldn’t get out. Afraid he would kill me, I turned myself into a little fly and clung to the gate hinge. I’ve been hiding there ever since. The demon king keeps an ever closer watch and won’t open the gates. Once more, use a wife’s courtesies to coax him in here to bed. Then I can get free and set about finding another way to rescue you.”