Failed F*cking Product

As he was cussing, a white light covered the disciple's body, and a moment later, when the light faded, the disciple also disappeared.

Turning his head away, Di Tou looked around for a little while longer, and after not finding a hole that seemed particularly special and not having run into Wu Kong or An Yang again, he realized that time was starting to run short, and he should probably choose a hole soon.

Thinking for a while, Di Tou decided to go back to where he had entered and to pick the hole he had tripped on. In any case, every hole seemed roughly the same, so he might as well get rid of the hole that he tripped on so no one else would trip on it, right? Although the logic wasn't particularly sound, it was what Di Tou decided on nonetheless, so he trotted back over the mountain to where he had started and, after looking around a bit, figured out which hole he had started with.