In an open area of the forest, five children were sitting by a stream, resting. Among them, the tallest boy sat on a rock, holding a vine in his hand, his gaze fixed deep into the mountain woods, his eyebrows tightly knit.
A girl in tattered clothes turned her head to look at the boy on the rock and asked, "Big brother, how much farther do we have to go? Let's not run into demons later."
The other three boys chimed in agreement. They were all tired from walking and wanted to go home for a meal.
The boy known as "big brother" was named Yi Xiaoliang. He glared at his companions and said, "What demons? We're here to seek immortals. If you're sincere in your heart, you'll encounter spirits. What's the rush? We've hardly walked any distance at all. Tang Monk had to travel eighty-one thousand li to retrieve the scriptures!"
Upon hearing this, the three boys looked even more pitiable.
"But even if you're Tang Monk, we're no Sun Wukong or Zhu Bajie."
"Yeah, I'm so hungry."