Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 544

New Journey to the West
Western Academy of Beijing, Zhang, Lily – 10
T
he afternoon sun shone brightly as the four monks continued their way to the west.
A gust of warm wind blew across the surface of the earth like an invisible train on a
road trip. But the monkey king tasted evilness inside. Quickly, he turned around and
insisted his master and brothers to leave.
Then, out of nowhere, came a massive red cloud. It hovered over the group as they
scattered away from it. A hard gust of wind blew over their faces, not warm, friendly wind, but a
cold, evil wind. It blew so hard that they the four had to shut their eyes tightly in order to keep
dirt from crawling in. When they opened their eyes again… Their master was gone!
Terrified, the talking pig frantically called for his beloved master, but then clumsily tripped
over a fallen tree. The monkey king just sighed. “*sigh* I told you guys to keep an eye on master
and leave, but look what you did! Now we have to follow the scent of this monster lurking
around, and follow it to it’s home.” The friar felt a bit guilty. “Sorry, but we couldn’t open our
eyes during that… That ‘wind storm’.” “Well then, I guess that leaves us no choice but to find
master.”
The three guilty brothers hiked along trails in forests, swam duck-crossing rivers, and
finally, reached their destination. The Red Cave. The monkey king was furious and with a few
hits (using his golden baton) , the monster’s cave door was broken. Inside, the monster, a monster
known as the Red Child was just about to put Xuanzang into a boiling hot pot, he heard the
monkey king’s angry screeches. Annoyed, he put down Xuanzang and got ready to face the
monkey king…
“Take that, you old monkey!” shouted the Red Child as he aimed a fire ball at the monkey
king’s arm. Luckily, this monkey isn’t a ‘monkey see, monkey do’ kind! It smacked it’s golden
baton on the Red Child’s back as the talking pig decided to join in. But he decided to leave when
he almost got burned by the Red Child’s fire hoop. The fight kept going on. Night fell, all the
rabbits hopped back home, all the ducks slept on the surface of the Red Lake (it’s not actually red)
like lifeless chickens bobbing up and down, but the fight kept going…
Thump! The Red Child landed hardly onto the ground, defeated by the monkey king. He
scattered back into his cave, and, as quick as lighting, the talking pig grabbed his master and the
four monks ran away.
They ran until they were as tired as a sloth that just ran across the zoo five times. The sun
was woken up by the chirping of birds, and the huffing and puffing of the four monks. They had
reached a village called “Zhang Village”. Nice people lived in it, the food was delicious, but there
was something odd about it: Everyone’s last name was Zhang. That’s why it’s called “Zhang
Village”. The four monks found a monk and asked him if they could stay for a night. The monk
of course, said yes, and asked Xuanzang what his name is. “Excuse me, wise monk, what is your
name? My name is Appu Zhang.” “My name is Xuanzang. It’s very nice to meet you.” They
bowed and Appu offered the four curious monks a tour around the village.
On their tour, the Monkey King found some delicious red peaches for their dessert, as for
Appu already made the special “ ‘Zhang’-Pow Chicken” for the four monks.
The usual black cloth covered the sky as the four monks finished eating. The talking pig
volunteered to guard them while sleeping, but the Monkey King proofed that HE should do it
with the accident last time. The talking pig sadly patted his belly, and the three monks went to
sleep.
The three monks slept soundly as the Monkey King kept watch o they room. Everything
was going great, when suddenly…BANG!!! Something happened behind the Monkey King,
something mysterious…