Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 1-2 | Page 604

“Hiya!” the thin man took out a giant sword out of nowhere and callously sliced towards
Xuanzang. Xuanzang quickly dodged it, but was kicked by the Monkey King again, sending him to slam on
the hard floor. There's no way Xuanzang to win this battle. The thin man tried to sliced Xuanzang, but
Xuanzang tripped him. Suddenly, Zhu came through the door.
“You stupid pig!” the Monkey King leaped towards Zhu and they began fighting. Xuanzang saw his
chance. He darted to the exit but was tripped by someone. It was the thin man. Zhu mumbled something
and blue light shot out, causing the thin man to faint. The Monkey King grabbed Zhu and pinned him
against the wall.
“Go!” Zhu said weakly. Xuanzang immediately cried, hands covering his face.
“I don't want to leave you!” Xuanzang sobbed.
“You have to. For India...” he collapsed on the floor. The Monkey King chased after Xuanzang.
“Aah!” Xuanzang exited the room and came back into Pengling forest. The Monkey King didn't chase
after him. Xuanzang cried for half a day. Zhu had sacrificed his life for him. For China. The Xuanzang
thought of Xanubi, the demon. It had destroyed India. India was in flames because of it. China, on the other
hand, was very peaceful. India needed the book much more. So, with the decision, Xuanzang walked back
to the main city and gave the mayor the book. The mayor thanked him and made him “Hero of India”.
And India thrived ever since.