The chapter closes on the standing formula, and this time the question it asks is a real one. Tripitaka is on a throne in a city of beasts, his disciples are held apart on a mountain, and the last thing we were told is that he lifted his eyes and found nobody of his own.

Look at where the chapter began: Wukong inside a demon's belly, holding every advantage there was, being asked to come out. He came out, and every reverse since has followed from that one concession. The title promised that the spirit would settle in its dwelling and the monster return to its nature. It has taken a hundred and twenty-five passages to arrive at a hall full of bowing wolves.