Xuanzang nodded slightly and said, "Although what you say is true, I feel there might be danger lurking in these mountains. It's best to be cautious."
Sun Wukong, unconcerned, replied, "Master, you can proceed without worry. If any evil spirits are causing trouble, Old Sun will take care of them with a swing of my staff."
With those words, he continued to lead the horse and walked forward.
After some time, the group gradually arrived at the foot of the mountain. Suddenly, a gust of sinister wind swept through, whistling loudly.
Xuanzang, somewhat terrified, said, "Has the wind picked up?"
Sun Wukong chuckled and replied, "There's the gentle spring breeze, the warm summer breeze, the golden autumn wind, and the cold winter gale—wind is common in every season. What's so strange about it picking up now?"
Xuanzang frowned and said, "My disciple, what you don't realize is that this wind has come on too suddenly; it must not be a natural breeze."
