Sun Wukong grinned and pointed to the side, chuckling, "Little monk, what do you see there?"
Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and the others all turned their heads in the direction of Sun Wukong's finger, only to see a log bridge spanning the river not far away.
The group hurriedly walked over, and at the start of the bridge, they saw a stone tablet standing tall with the words 'Lingyun Crossing' inscribed on it.
In the middle of the river, an old monk was rowing a boat, his figure hidden and his face adorned with a kind, amiable smile. He thought to himself that he should make a move soon. Hearing that Tang Sanzang and his disciples had made a fair amount of money during their journey westward, they would likely be wealthy, and it was about time for him to earn a bit. The more impatient they became, the more they would be willing to pay for the boat ride.
Zhu Bajie called out, "Brother Monkey, we can cross this log bridge, but how will Master manage it?"
