In the valley, the youth filled the gourd with stream water.
He capped the gourd and, with a face full of joy, ran towards the forest with it in hand.
"Master, Master!"
The youth brought the gourd into the forest, passed through the dense crowd, and handed it over to Sun Wukong, who was resting: "I've filled it with water."
"Thank you."
Sun Wukong picked up the water and began to drink.
The youth watched him with great delight.
This sage rarely asked for anything, and even when the Daoists prepared a carriage for him, he claimed it obstructed the view and preferred to travel in the open air with the Daoists, preaching along the way.
The Daoists tried every means to do something for him, but opportunities were scarce.
The youth was glad to have the chance to fetch water for him.
After quenching his thirst, Sun Wukong wiped his mouth, then with a shout, everyone immediately gathered around and sat down on the ground.
"Before we continue our preaching today,"
