Each ordeal paves your path to what you are meant to be.
Shoes on feet, hat on head, embroidered shirt, Daoist robe—free as can be, doing as you please!
A walking vault of arms you have become!
"All the tattered pages can now be compiled in full."
Rare is not the gourd but a friend to drink with.
A blend for every brew to bring out its best.
All spells we know are derived from the same source.
After all that strife and struggle, what's truly been gained?
Humans, beasts, yaoguais, and the Bodhisattvas. All recorded and noted.
Their mighty Spirits are now gathered within you.
Two minds' long fray leaves but one to stay.
You are fully fitted. Now, swing that staff and fight!
Take more as fruit as your plants take root.
Every rare wonder the world can offer, collected and kept.
Each guise grants a new horizon.
"Let go of him, and you let go of all."
Bonds from bygone days still pull at the heart.
"Call off the chase! You've crushed every yaoguai here..."
"Here, have it, have it all."
This powerful pill still carries her caring wish.
Now you can sate yourself with all the drinks.
Six frogs, six skills—how intriguing!
Wings alone pale beside this greater gift!
"All the four vessels now belong to me!"
The golden child brought fire and smoke; when they cleared, the family broke.
The merging of ice and fire, swift and severe.
The six valiant captains who only fight in number.
The most marvelous places for meditation have all met your gaze.
"For his recognition, I'd give my life for him."
You've picked them all, the easy ones and the hard ones.
"With my life I'll repay the title he gave me!"
Ha! A devoted Daoist should not be so polished!
How odd to encounter this old man at every corner!
Long and short, far and near, each span has its year.
"Is that ugliness a promise of immortality? Better leave it."
Together at last, the scorpions united.
"What use are eight arms against twenty strikes with my staff?"
More eyes do not see more than the mortal trifles.
Never will she see with him the world beyond.
Not even one of them looked back.
In the air they swing, yet it's already ending.
Harsh, rash, ever unquelled. Rank, dank, muck-impelled.
An odd yaoguai killed, an odd mirror earned.
The fat monk failed, for he spoke too much.
You don't need to wait for the perfect moment to soar to greater heights.
Each and every one holds their own truth.
Such a waste of those four grand titles.
How mighty would those four spirits be if I could harness their power?
A quirky man, a vanished melon patch; a marvelous spell, and an unexpected meeting.
Fields kept trim leave time to skim.
To die is as woeful as to live alone.
A mere test of skill turned into a fight for the kill.
"Through fire, armor is refined; through trials, strength is defined."
Near the hut the crops thrive; in the Painted Realm, their hearts lie.
Evening light on snow, rigidity ends in woe.
Now one less dwells in the dome of stars.
Red eyes mark wrong chants. The scripture needs amends.
Oh woe, oh woe, long trails they did go.
There will be more sages if their maker still engages.
In furnace there is fire, and in fire there are pills.
The beetle came with drumbeats' call, and left with waves' gentle fall.
The brothers and their father. You've met them all.
The drunk said there's gold here. Do you believe him?
Search each Buddha's head; in this perilous land, stones reside.
Resonant waves profound, he is now buried in the ground.
Smoke rises high, his doom shall arrive.
No words of kind. Pay them no mind.
The tiger, the child, both lost in the wild.
This odd boulder has something curious inside.
A whole nest of rats scatters and falls.
Tonics are well and good, but not to be wolfed like food!
Of all things to learn, you chose to play with fire?
Now at an end is the elder's long wait for the journeyer.
A good match calls for a good weapon.
Three bells sound, lost souls bound.
The white-clad one pled his case. Spare him some days of grace.
Fresh brew in an old cask. May it stir a great task!
Consume those who had consumed.
False is his name. Slay him all the same!
Armed head to toe, dread not the foe.
The old monkey has told his tale. Onward you must go.
