The White Dragon Horse didn’t dare take a single step forward. Tung Sahn-zung asked where the river came from. Juu Baa Jyeh took a look and said the river must be at least ten li wide—crossing it wouldn’t be easy. While they were still talking, a small wooden boat drifted down from upstream. A boatman rowed it to shore and warmly shouted that he could ferry them across.
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The White Dragon Horse didn’t dare take a single step forward. Tung Sahn-zung asked where the river came from. Juu Baa Jyeh took a look and said the river must be at least ten li wide—crossing it wouldn’t be easy. While they were still talking, a small wooden boat drifted down from upstream. A boatman rowed it to shore and warmly shouted that he could ferry them across.
After the evening meal, the officer also arranged people to tidy three meditation rooms and let them rest. Everyone left. Tung Sahn-zung told his disciples to sleep first. He himself wanted to recite scriptures a while longer. Tung Sahn-zung recited until the third watch of the night, then closed the scroll. He had just gone to sleep when he suddenly heard a sound outside the door, and a gust of wild wind rose. But he was too sleepy and lay on the desk and fell asleep. Though asle...
Monkey King Sun Wu Kong——Journey to the West
The White Dragon Horse didn’t dare take a single step forward. Tung Sahn-zung asked where the river came from. Juu Baa Jyeh took a look and said the river must be at least ten li wide—crossing it wouldn’t be easy. While they were still talking, a small wooden boat drifted down from upstream. A boatman rowed it to shore and warmly shouted that he could ferry them across.
