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