The Wind That Takes the Eyes

The first mountain the four of them met was Yellow Wind Ridge. As they climbed the wind carried yellow dust across the path, and breathing brought grit into the mouth.

A tiger walked out of the brush. It stood on two legs and spoke like a man. “Our king is waiting for that monk.”

When Wukong raised the cudgel, the tiger stripped off its own hide. The hide stood up in the shape of a man and took hold of him, and in that moment Sanzang was gone.