Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 562

“Nope. That was all, I think. All that I could remember, I’m afraid. Sorry.” The Monkey King insisted. “I
was hoping that it was helpful enough.” He added.
“‘Course it was, pal!” Zhu Bajie complimented his friend. Sha Wujing slapped him fondly on the back to
show his agreement.
The four packed their bags and set off to Mongolia, all of their expressions mixed between hope and
determination. They crossed of the great Gobi Desert without a single trace of worry, thanks to Sha Wujing
idea for packing a few more flasks of mineral water in case. The downside however, was that they had
finished all of the water and had to depend on nearby rivers and oasis to keep them going from exhaustion.
“Let’s not give up, shall we? If we give up, then hope shall flee us right away. We won’t be the most
courageous heroes ever known to find the sacred Moonstone of Mongolia. Think about the fame and the
fortune, as most people quote.” The Monkey King said brightly, trying to lift everyone’s spirits up.
“Maybe not the fortune.” Sha Wujing pointed out bitterly.
But still, they didn’t give up hope. They trekked on reluctantly, not ready to give up yet. Suddenly,
Xuanzang looked up, his wise eyes glinting faintly with joy.
“I think that it’s over there. My heart told me so. I think the pure light attracted my power of wisdom. Not
far away, I suppose. Let’s walk forwards and see if my wisdom shines more brightly.” Xuanzang stated
carefully, choosing his words.
* * *
“Oh my goodness me! It’s the sparkling oasis! The Moonstone! Yes the Moonstone!” The Wisdom Master
leaped up in joy, and dove into the oasis. His whole body trembled ever so slightly in excitement.
After a while, he came back up to the surface. He thrust his hands into the air, revealing the large, precious
Moonstone. His face was reflected at once. He cheered loudly, the others echoing with relief.