Xuanzang didn't quite understand; this disciple spoke in such a fragmented way that he couldn't grasp what he was actually talking about. One moment it was one thing, the next something else, leaving Xuanzang utterly confused.
He asked, "Wukong, you might as well make yourself clear. Don't beat around the bush; I can't understand you."
"These monks, coveting our kasaya, wanted to have it all to themselves and then planned to burn us alive," the Six-Eared Macaque said. "Knowing they intended to set fire to kill us, I borrowed a magic artifact from above to cover you when they lit the fire, then I let the flames grow even bigger."
"They want the kasaya?" Xuanzang was shocked but remembered the way the monk from the night before had eyed the kasaya with gleaming eyes, and he felt a vague suspicion.
However, ascetics should first look for faults within themselves when faced with issues, so he said, "Even so, you shouldn't have aided the fire."