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ThisisthethirdandfinalvolumeoftheclassicChinesefantasynovel,JoumeytotheWest.Initthefourpil-grims-theTangPriestSanzangandhisthreepowerfuldisciples,Monkey,PigandFriarSand-havetodealwithmanymoremonstersandmisfortunesbeforetheyfinallyreachtheirgoal:ThunderMonasteryinthewesternHeavenwheretheLordBuddhalives.Evenheretheirtroublesarenotatanend.Thescripturestheyaregivenatfirstareallblank.Onthislastpartofthejourneythedemonscomeinaswidearangeofshapesandkindsasever.Amongthemarespider-womenwhospinwebsfromtheirnavels,aprideoflionmonstersandaterrlblefemalespiritwhocarriestheTangPriestdownintoherbottom-lesscavetomarryhim.TheseandalltheotherfiendstesttotheverylimitMonkey'singenuity,supernaturalpow-ersandconnectionsthroughouttheuniverse.Asinearliervolumes,heishinderedasmuchashelpedbytheoafishbutloveablePig.Thestoryistoldwiththezest,im-aglnationandhumourthathavemadeitoneofChina'sbest-lovednovelsforfourhundredyears.Itisnotjustataleofthefantastic;itisalsorichinin-sightsintohumannatureandhumansociety.Theillustrationsaretakenfromanineteenth-centuryChineseeditionofthebook.A"Translator'sAfterword"discuss-esthisgreatfeastoftheimaginationandoutlineshowthecycleoflegendsgrewovermanyhundredyears.Jacketdrawingby:WeiWei片断：CHAPTERSIXTY-SEVENThedhyana-natureisstableandTuoluoVillageissaved;ThemindoftheWayispurifiedascorruptionisreinoved.ThestorytellshowSanzangandhisthreediscipleshappilycon-tinuedalongtheirwayaftcrleavingtheLesserWesternHeaven.Theyhadbeengoingforoveramonth,anditwasnowlatespring.Theflowerswcreinbloomandallthewoodstheycouldseewerefullofgreenshade.Afteraspellofwindandrainduskwasfallingoncemore."Disciple,"saidSanzang,reininginhishorse,"it'sgettinglate.Whichwayshallwegotolookforsomewheretospendthenight?""Don'tworry,Master,"saidMonkeywithasmile."Evenifwecan'tfindanywheretostaywethreeallhaveourskills.TellPigtocutsomegrassandFriarSandtofellsomepines.1knowabitofcarpentry.Wecanmakeourselvesahutbytheroadheregoodenoughtostayinforayear.Whytherush?""Butthisisnoplacetostay,brother,"saidPig."Themountaio'scrawlingwithwildbeastsliketigers,leopardsandwolves.Mountainogresandhobgoblinsareallovertheplace.It'shardenoughtravellingbydaylight.1wouldn'tdarespendthenighthere.""Idiot!"saidMonkey."You'regettingmoreandmorehopeless.I'mnotjustshootingmymouthoff.Withthiscudgelinmyhands1couldholduptheskyitselfifitcollapsed."Masteranddiscipleswereinthemiddleoftheirconversationwhentheynoticedahillfarmnotfaraway."Good,"saidMonkey,"aplaceforthenight.""Where?"thevenerableelderasked."Isn'tthatahouseinthetreesoverthere?"askedMonkey,pointing."Let'saskifwecanputupforthenightthcre.Wecanbeonourwayfirstthinginthemorning."Sanzangwassodelightedheurgedhishorseforward.Dis-mountingoutsidethewickergateshefoundthemfirmlyfastened."Openup,openup,"hecalled,knockingonthegates.Theywereopenedfromtheinsidebyanoldmanwithastickwhowaswearingrushsandals,ablackturbanandaplaingown."Who'sthatshouting?"heasked.Puttinghishandstogetherinfrontofhischest,Sanzangbowedinpolitegreetingandsaid,"Venerablepatron,1amamonksentfromtheeasttofetchscripturesfromtheWesternHeaven.As1havereachedthisdistinguishedplacesolateintheday1havecometoyourres-idencetoaskforanight'slodging.1begyoutobecharitabletous.""Monk,"theeldersaid,"youmaywanttogototheWest,butyou'llnevergetthere.ThisistheLesserWesternHeaven,andit'saverylongwayfromheretotheGreatWesternHeaven.Thisplacealoneishardenoughtogetoutof,tosaynothingofthedifficultiesoftherestofthejourney.""Whyisithardtogetoutof?"Sanzangasked.Theoldmanputhishandstogetherandreplied,"AboutadozenmileswestofourvillageisaRunnyPersimmonLaneandamountaincalledSevenPer-fections.""Why'SevenPerfections'?"Sanzangasked."It's250milesacross,"theol