The Plot World reopened half a month later.
As they continued westward, the season had entered the twelfth lunar month. The piercing cold winds were howling, and the frost-covered paths they tread were fraught with cliffs and rugged mountain roads; the layers of mountains were steep and perilous. Sun Wukong and Li Xu were still managing, but Tang Sanzang and his old horse underneath him were having a really tough time.
After some difficulty, they crossed a mountain forest, and suddenly the view opened up ahead with the faint sound of rushing water. Li Xu pulled on the horse's reins and said to Tang Sanzang, "Elder, since there's water nearby, how about we rest for a bit and make some vegetarian meals with boiled water?"
"What place is this?"
Li Xu shook his head as if he didn't know, but Sun Wukong said, "I remember this place is called Snake Coiled Mountain, and not far ahead is a region called Eagle Sorrow Gully; it must be the sound of water from the stream."