But as the deep night fell, a few monks stealthily made their way to the side room. The leading monk stretched out his finger to pierce through the paper window and peered inside. He saw Duanmu Huai and the plump monk who was transformed by Sun Wukong, both sound asleep on the bed. Quickly, he gestured with his hands, took the stupefying incense from another monk, and blew it through the torn window.
"Will this work? That sturdy fellow isn't easy to deal with."
"Don't worry."
The leading monk whispered to himself, full of self-satisfaction.
"Once this stupefying incense is out, even a few hundred pounds pig wouldn't utter a sound. Hurry, take the knife and get ready to make a move."
