李卓吾先生批評西遊記 (Journey to the West), Vol. 8

The Pilgrim heard this and said, "So, you are the Heavenly Marshal of the Canopy descended to the world! No wonder you know my name." The monster replied, "Bah! You arrogant Monkey of the Stables! When you caused that chaos back then, I do not know how many of us were implicated by you. Today you come here again to bully people. Do not be rude! Take this rake!"

Wukong did not hold back. He raised his staff and struck directly at the monster's head. The two of them fought in the middle of the mountain slope in the dark of night. What a battle!

The Pilgrim's golden eyes flashed like lightning; the monster's ringed eyes sparkled like silver flowers. One spewed colorful mist from his mouth,
The other exhaled red clouds. The red clouds lit up the darkness, the colorful mist glowed in the night.
The golden-hooped staff, the nine-toothed rake, two heroes worthy of praise. One is the Great Sage descended to the mortal world,
The other is a Marshal fallen from the heavens. One became a monster due to lost decorum; the other luckily escaped suffering to serve a monk.
The rake strikes like a dragon extending its claws; the staff meets it like a phoenix threading through flowers. That one...