Journey to the West
Po Leung Kuk Choi Kai Yau School , Chan , Ingrid - 11
M y master had finally , after coming across an abundance of difficulties , arrived at the sainted piece of land , and had taken the Bible with ease and success . The four of us , including Master , were finally true Saints . I was free .
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It was a barren and desolate mountain , and its weight , of which I was bearing , was incredibly heavy . I had wanted , against my better judgement , to take over the Sky king and the Heaven five-hundred years ago , and as result I had been punished to bear the weight of the Five-mountain day and night . A monk would soon come , and I had somewhat been informed by the Buddha that I was to wait for him , and be his apprentice .
When you have waited for something to happen for a long period of time already , waiting for one more day doesn ’ t seem like much . I was saying that to myself , not wanting to give up , trying , with much difficulty , to believe that someone would stumble along and save me . To my surprise , he came . My master . He was walking nimbly , and uttering some kind of prayer . Excitement rose inside my heart , fluttering around like a butterfly . I cried out , using the last of my strength . I remember quite clearly that he had looked disrupted , being interrupted between his prayers . Nevertheless , he looked around , and saw me being under the mountain . It was at that time he saved , and changed , me and my entire life .
I somehow knew , in my heart , that I was to follow the monk , whom I now knew as Master Xuan Zang . We walked miles in days , and had an encounter with the Mud Monster . The Mud Monster had swallowed Master ' s horse , and I was determined to prove myself to Master and win the horse back . But the Monster hid in the depths of the river that I could never reach . I called the Buddha , but instead of rewarding me with praise , he showered me with mere complaints about the small things I did wrong . He told me I should ' ve said that we were on a mission . I waited for the Buddha to finish his lecture , brows furrowing in anxiety and impatience . The Buddha left , and told the Monster to give the horse back .
We walked on , wandering not with much purpose , knowing only to head West , and then we came along the Pig . The Pig was a human , at least at first he was ; and he was married to a pretty young girl . But day after day , he didn ’ t plough or milk , as a proper husband would have . Because of this , or maybe purely because he filled his mind with food and only with food , he was changing , or rather turning , into a big , fat pig . The Pig also went with Master on this particular adventure we were heading ourselves to , and Master had , gladly , let him come along .
Summer had passed , and Autumn had come . We were walking quietly , with our heads held low , when we came across what looked like a big stream of pulsing water blocking our way . There was a sign that said ," Flowing-Sand River . Even a feather can ' t float on this river ." A great wave-like creature rose from the streams , with mingled sand and water dripping from its sides , and it was trying to snatch Master . We battled with it a while , but it struggled mightily , and finally slipped from our hands and went into the waters . I did a somersault , and landed into the temple of the Buddha once again . The Buddha once again , and I must say quite repeatedly , told me to tell the monsters we encountered that we were on a sainted mission . I must say , he was quite angered when I told him , but at least he saved Master . Master helped himself to his new apprentice , and helped him shave his hair .