WukongandGuanyinstoodonthelotusplatformaboveRedBoy’smountain.
“Let’sattackRedBoynow,”saidthemonkey.
“Wait,Wukong,”saidGuanyin,holdingupahand.“There’salotofwaterinthis
vase—enoughforanocean.Idon’twantanyanimalsharmedwhenIpouritout.”Sherecitedaquickspell.
Amomentlaterthelocalspiritarrived.
“Bodhisattva,”saidthespirit.“WhatcanIdoforyou?”
“I’mgoingtopourmagicwateraroundRedBoy’smountain,”saidGuanyin.“Pleasemakesurealltheanimalsarefar,farawayfromthemountain.”
“Yes,Bodhisattva,”saidthespirit.
Thespiritflewdowntoearth.Wukongwatchedthegroundbelow.Firsthesawsomesmallanimalsscurryoutfromunderbushes.Birdsflewfrombranches.Thentigers,bears,andotherlargeanimalsstampededdownthemountainside.Soontherewasn’tasingleanimalanywherenearthemountain.
“NowIcanpourthewaterout,”saidGuanyin.
Shetippedthevase,androllingwavesofwaterpouredout.Thewaveswasheddowntheslopesofthemountain.Thewaterlevelrosehigherandhigher,forminganocean.Onlythetopofthemountainwasabovewater.
“Wukong,godownthereandgetthedemonto
