The one who rowed the ferry across was a woman. So was everyone they met in the village on the far bank, the one with a baby on her back, the one in the field.
“There are no men in this country.” The old woman said it laughing, and people came pouring out and closed in around the travelers.
Sanzang walked with his eyes down and Wukong walked looking straight ahead. Only Bajie kept turning to look back.