Hundreds of monkeys, cleaving skull

Plucking a handful of hairs from his own
body and throwing them into his mouth, he chewed them to tiny pieces
and then spat them into the air. "Change!" he cried, and they changed at
once into two or three hundred little monkeys encircling the combatants
on all sides. For you see, when someone acquires the body of an immortal,
he can project his spirit, change his form, and perform all kinds of won-
ders. Since the Monkey King had become accomplished in the Way, every
one of the eighty-four thousand hairs on his body could change into what-
ever shape or substance he desired. The little monkeys he had just created
were so keen of eye and so swift of movement that they could be wounded
by neither sword nor spear. Look at them! Skipping and jumping, they
rushed at the Monstrous King and surrounded him, some hugging, some
pulling, some crawling in between his legs, some tugging at his feet. They
kicked and punched; they yanked at his hair and poked at his eyes; they
pinched his nose and tried to sweep him completely off his feet, until they
tangled themselves into confusion.
Meanwhile Wukong succeeded in snatching the scimitar, pushed
through the throng of little monkeys, and brought the scimitar down
squarely onto the monster's skull, cleaving it in two.

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