The sea wind blows over a thousand miles, from the bright red altar of the southern mountains, to the white desolate ice fields of the northern land. The cold, hoarse prayers of the old grandmother had long dissipated in the biting wind. Where the sea wind falls, it comes upon a newly frozen seaside stream, and lands on the Ocean-Blocking Sea Ship with five masts, where it hears another devout, hoarse plea.
"Oh mighty Water Tanbu God! I implore you, have mercy on your humble servant, and rid me of the misfortune of the dead upon me... Savior of the suffering, White-Robed Guan Yin! I beg you, save me from this journey of hardship... Ah! I, Kim Sun-su, kowtow to the deities!"
