A brief hinge. Wukong descends from his scouting flight and confirms what the rhapsody has just shown the reader — a genuine, well-appointed monastery, fit for a night's rest. The single sentence resets the register from ornamental verse back to plain narrative and moves 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 a hortative particle rather than the verb "to come." Such touches keep even the connective passages close to the rhythms of the storyteller's voice.