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

South of the mountain are green pines and emerald cypresses; north of the mountain are green willows and red peach trees. The mountain birds chatter and speak, dancing gracefully. The cranes fly together, and the fragrance is dense. All kinds of flowers have a thousand colors, and the rare herbs and strange grasses are myriad. Below the mountain streams, there is surging green water, and before the cliffs are clusters of auspicious clouds. Truly, the scenery is extraordinarily elegant, a place of silence where no travelers are seen.

The master, viewing from his horse, saw a thatched nest in front of a fragrant cypress tree. On the left, an elk held a flower in its mouth; on the right, a mountain monkey offered fruit. At the treetop, green phoenixes and colorful luan birds sang in unison, and mysterious cranes and brocaded pheasants gathered together. Bajie pointed and said, "Is that not the Bird's Nest Chan Master?" Sanzang whipped his horse and headed straight to the foot of the tree. The Chan Master, seeing the three of them approaching, immediately left his nest and jumped down from the tree. Sanzang dismounted and bowed. The Chan Master reached out to help him up, saying, "Holy monk, please rise. I have failed to welcome you, failed to welcome you." Bajie said, "Old Chan Master, I pay my respects." The Chan Master asked in surprise, "Are you not the pig from Fuling Mountain..."