詩曰：
靈臺無物謂之清，寂寂全無一念生。猿馬牢收休放蕩，精神謹慎莫崢嶸。
除六賊，悟三乘，萬緣都罷自分明。
色邪永滅超真界，坐享西方極樂城。
诗曰：
灵台无物谓之清，寂寂全无一念生。猿马牢收休放荡，精神谨慎莫峥嵘。
除六贼，悟三乘，万缘都罢自分明。
色邪永灭超真界，坐享西方极乐城。
A poem says:
The spirit tower with nothing in it is called clear;in utter stillness, not a single thought is born.Keep monkey and horse firmly in hand, let neither run loose;guard your spirit carefully, let it never grow unruly.
Cast out the six thieves, grasp the Three Vehicles; let all ties fall away, and clarity comes of itself.
Destroy lust’s evil for ever and rise to the realm of truth;sit and enjoy the Western City of Ultimate Bliss.
話說唐三藏咬釘嚼鐵，以死命留得一個不壞之身，感蒙行者等打死蝎子精，救出琵琶洞。一路無詞，又早是朱明時節。但見那：
熏風時送野蘭香，濯雨才晴新竹涼。艾葉滿山無客採，蒲花盈澗自爭芳。海榴嬌艷遊蜂喜，溪柳陰濃黃雀狂。長路那能包角黍，龍舟應弔汨羅江。
他師徒們行賞端陽之景，虛度中天之節，忽又見一座高山阻路。長老勒馬回頭叫道：「悟空，前面有山，恐又生妖怪，是必謹防。」行者等道：「師父放心。我等皈命投誠，怕甚妖怪？」長老聞言甚喜。加鞭催駿馬，放轡趲蛟龍。須臾，上了山崖，舉頭觀看，真個是：
頂巔松柏接雲青，石壁荊榛掛野藤。萬丈崔巍，千層懸削。萬丈崔巍峰嶺峻，千層懸削壑崖深。蒼苔碧蘚鋪陰石，古檜高槐結大林。林深處，聽幽禽，巧聲睍睆實堪吟。澗內水流如瀉玉，路傍花落似堆金。山勢惡，不堪行，十步全無半步平。狐狸糜鹿成雙遇，白鹿玄猿作對迎。忽聞虎嘯驚人膽，鶴鳴振耳透天庭。黃梅紅杏堪供食，野草閑花不識名。
四眾進山，緩行良久，過了山頭。下西坡，乃是一段平陽之地。豬八戒賣弄精神，教沙和尚挑著擔子，他雙手舉鈀，上前趕馬。那馬更不懼他，憑那獃子嗒笞笞的，還只是緩行不緊。行者道：「兄弟，你趕他怎的？讓他慢慢走罷了。」八戒道：「天色將晚，自上山行了這一日，肚裡餓了，大家走動些，尋個人家，化些齋吃。」行者聞言道：「既如此，等我教他快走。」把金箍棒幌一幌，喝了一聲，那馬溜了韁，如飛似箭，順平路往前去了。
话说唐三藏咬钉嚼铁，以死命留得一个不坏之身，感蒙行者等打死蝎子精，救出琵琶洞。一路无词，又早是朱明时节。但见那：
熏风时送野兰香，濯雨才晴新竹凉。艾叶满山无客采，蒲花盈涧自争芳。海榴娇艳游蜂喜，溪柳阴浓黄雀狂。长路那能包角黍，龙舟应吊汨罗江。
他师徒们行赏端阳之景，虚度中天之节，忽又见一座高山阻路。长老勒马回头叫道：「悟空，前面有山，恐又生妖怪，是必谨防。」行者等道：「师父放心。我等皈命投诚，怕甚妖怪？」长老闻言甚喜。加鞭催骏马，放辔趱蛟龙。须臾，上了山崖，举头观看，真个是：
顶巅松柏接云青，石壁荆榛挂野藤。万丈崔巍，千层悬削。万丈崔巍峰岭峻，千层悬削壑崖深。苍苔碧藓铺阴石，古桧高槐结大林。林深处，听幽禽，巧声𪾢睆实堪吟。涧内水流如泻玉，路傍花落似堆金。山势恶，不堪行，十步全无半步平。狐狸糜鹿成双遇，白鹿玄猿作对迎。忽闻虎啸惊人胆，鹤鸣振耳透天庭。黄梅红杏堪供食，野草闲花不识名。
四众进山，缓行良久，过了山头。下西坡，乃是一段平阳之地。猪八戒卖弄精神，教沙和尚挑着担子，他双手举钯，上前赶马。那马更不惧他，凭那呆子嗒笞笞的，还只是缓行不紧。行者道：「兄弟，你赶他怎的？让他慢慢走罢了。」八戒道：「天色将晚，自上山行了这一日，肚里饿了，大家走动些，寻个人家，化些斋吃。」行者闻言道：「既如此，等我教他快走。」把金箍棒幌一幌，喝了一声，那马溜了缰，如飞似箭，顺平路往前去了。
Now, with a resolve that could bite nails and chew iron, Tang Sanzang had staked his life on preserving his uncorrupted body. Blessed with the help of Pilgrim and the others, who killed the scorpion spirit, he was rescued from Pipa Cave. Nothing further happened along the road, and soon it was the season of summer. This is what they saw:
Warm winds keep bringing the scent of wild orchids;the cleansing rain has just cleared, and new bamboo is cool.Mugwort fills the hills, with no traveller to gather it;sweet-flag flowers fill the streams, each vying in fragrance.Bees delight in the bright, tender pomegranate blooms;yellow sparrows run wild in the deep shade of riverside willows.How can one wrap horn-shaped rice parcels on the long road?Dragon boats should mourn on the Miluo River.
Master and disciples travelled on, enjoying the sights of the Double Fifth Festival, though they let this midsummer holiday pass without observing it. Suddenly another high mountain blocked their way. The elder reined in and turned to call, “Wukong, there’s a mountain ahead. I’m afraid there may be demons again. Be sure to take care.” Pilgrim and the others said, “Set your mind at rest, Master. We have pledged our lives and given ourselves to the faith. What demons need we fear?” The elder was delighted to hear it. He flicked his whip to urge the fine horse on, gave the dragon its head and sped ahead. In a moment they were up on the mountain crags. They raised their heads and looked. Truly:
On the summit, pines and cypresses reach the blue clouds;brambles on the rock walls hang with wild vines.Ten thousand fathoms of towering height,a thousand tiers of sheer-cut slopes.The towering peaks and ridges are steep,the sheer-cut ravines and cliffs are deep.Green moss carpets shaded rocks;ancient junipers and tall locust trees make great woods.Deep in the woods they hear secluded birds, whose clever, mellow calls deserve a song.Water flows through the ravine like pouring jade;fallen flowers beside the road lie heaped like gold.The mountain is rough and hard to travel: in ten steps not half a step is level.Foxes and deer appear in twos;white deer and dark apes greet them in pairs.Suddenly a tiger’s roar strikes terror into the heart;a crane’s cry shakes the ear and pierces the Court of Heaven.Yellow plums and red apricots offer food;the wild grasses and flowers have names they do not know.
The four entered the mountain and walked slowly for a long time, until they had crossed the summit. Down the western slope lay a stretch of level ground. Zhu Bajie, showing off his vigour, had Sha Monk carry the luggage while he raised his rake in both hands and went ahead to hurry the horse. But the horse had no fear of him at all. For all the Idiot’s clicking and clucking, it still plodded along without a hint of haste. Pilgrim said, “Brother, why are you driving him on? Just let him walk slowly.” Bajie said, “It’s getting late. We’ve been walking all day since we went up the mountain, and my belly is empty. Let’s all move a little faster, find a house and beg some food.” Pilgrim said, “In that case, let me make him hurry.” He shook his gold-banded cudgel and gave a shout. The horse shot off at the reins, swift as flight, swift as an arrow, and raced ahead along the level road.
你說馬不怕八戒，只怕行者何也？行者五百年前曾受玉帝封在大羅天御馬監養馬，官名弼馬溫，故此傳留至今，是馬皆懼猴子。
你说马不怕八戒，只怕行者何也？行者五百年前曾受玉帝封在大罗天御马监养马，官名弼马温，故此传留至今，是马皆惧猴子。
Why, you may ask, was the horse afraid of Pilgrim but not of Bajie? Five hundred years before, the Jade Emperor had appointed Pilgrim to tend the horses in the Imperial Stables of the Great Luo Heaven, with the title Keeper of the Horses. The effect has lasted to this day: every horse fears a monkey.