The monk, Tripitaka, was walking peacefully down a path in the mountains on the White Dragon Horse and his disciples close behind him. He hears a scream and he immediately gets nervous as Sun Wukong steps in front of the monk and points his staff towards the bushes.

Tripitaka, nervously, called out.

“Who’s there? Show yourself…”

His voice wavered and trailed off at the end as he saw a regular person fall out of the bushes with twigs in their hair and a tired expression.