A brief hinge. Wukong comes down from his scouting flight and confirms what the rhapsody has already shown the reader: a real, well-appointed monastery, good for a night's rest. The single sentence resets the register from ornamental verse back to plain narrative and walks the party toward the gate.

The vernacular 去來, "let's be off," is a small marker of the novel's spoken texture. Its 來 is not the verb "to come" but a tag that turns a statement into a suggestion, the kind of thing you hear rather than read. Touches like this keep even the connective passages close to the rhythms of a storyteller's voice.