The snow was deep on the mountain and there was no food. Wukong drew a circle on the ground with his cudgel. “Stay inside this and nothing can reach you.”
He took a cloud and went to beg a meal. The other three sat inside the circle, and the wind was cold and the time was long.
Bajie stood up first. “What kind of wall is a line scratched in the dirt?” The three of them stepped over it and walked on.