Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 518

In Heaven, Wukong hurried to investigate the main hall.“Look! Some footprints!” Xuanzang
cried, pointing to some bright ones imprinted on the ground. “Have you ever heard of false evidence?”
Wukong asked Xuanzang, narrowing his eyes. “Also, these prints look n-“ Suddenly, Xuanzang pulled a
sword from his robes and held it high towards Wukong. Then everything went black.
Wukong stirred in the dark, and found himself tied up inside a large, dark jar. Not surprisingly,
Zhu Baije and Sha Wujing were also tied up alongside him. “We fought back,” Sha Wujing told him
groggily. “But Xuanzang overpowered us, and so here we are.” Next to the group was the Cow King’s
daughter, a pretty, posh and elegant young lady whom Xuanzang secretly admired. She was caught by
Xuanzang as hostage, but in Xuanzang’s haste, a piece of silk was ripped from his robes. The truth was
known … but the group felt helpless and was about to give up.
Wukong summoned his powers and tried to charge the bolted doors, but they were firmly locked.
“Cripes,” muttered Wukong. He then felt something, and, realizing that it was his pocket knife, managed
to break the lock on the door, freeing everyone. Behind the door was Xuanzang, who was hiding from his
friends, as his heart pounded heavily to see his plan failed. The door crushed him, and twisted his spine.
Wukong felt betrayed and frustrated, but he had to do the right thing. He arrested Xuanzang, who was
looking at him enviously. “You jealous now?” sneered Wukong.