were fat and skinny but all worn the same brown clothing stained from the muddy environment they lived in . I summoned my staff and thought to myself which villager would be my test dummy , my staff was capable of supporting ungodly weights and shifting shapes and mass . It may be blunt but the force I offer it turns this staff into a blade capable of cutting threads of bamboo fibre precisely . But before I could summon my nimbus cloud to do my bidding my head started to ache of an unspeakable pain . It felt like my head was splitting but being crushed at the same time , my knees weakened and I started rolling down the mountain . Each bump on the sharp rocks created holes in my chest . With each hole that I had , a bit of my confidence and pride parted . I have realised I ’ m no longer immortal .
I am laying dead on the bottom of the mountain only to hear clapping and a ringing in my ear after the multiple impacts it made on the rocks . A monk was clapping , could this be Xuanzang the monk Bodhisattva Guanyin was speaking of ? I couldn ’ t believe that I , the great Monkey King would die before a tumble down a mountain and that the last face I would see is this sweaty round husk of a man . The monk stopped clapping and asked “ are you ok ?” with his smiling face that never changed the second I laid eyes on him . I didn ’ t move or say anything , instead I started to think of how did I lose my immortality . I remembered my head was already heavier inside the mountain , it must have been the headband that caused this piercing pain in my head and it must be Xuanzang who must have controlled it and took my power . I looked up only to see him smiling . He was a middle aged man and like all the other single minded monks he could only smile at me and ask if I was ok or if I needed help . He had no facial hair and has a large forehead . I thought back to what he said earlier , of course I ’ m not ok ! Maybe that ' s the answer he wanted from me , maybe he wanted to tease me before we embark on this horrid journey by making me say that I seek his help , a mortals help . But before I knew it my wounds healed , the headband around my head is like a parasite sucking my strength and immortality but gives it back whenever I need it , I see that the gods wanted this journey to be a challenge in hopes that I will learn my lesson . I would wear this crown for eternity , it was a symbol of my power and the fear that even gods had for it .
Xuanzang started poking my head , what did he think he was doing ? It was like he demanded death this instant . “ Hello my name is Xuanzang , are you ok Wukong ?” “ WUKONG !? How dare you address me like that !” “ Sorry but we are running out of time we have to start moving before it becomes night .” Who does he think he is ? This monk was radiating with so much arrogance and confidence it made me wince , he was either brave or stupid to address me as Wukong , at least have the respect to call me Sun Wukong ! Doesn ’ t he know that half of the celestial warriors died addressing me that way ? I stood on my feet and began following after him , I have to remember that he is stronger than me at any moment of time , one finger laid on him would turn my brain into congee . “ So may I address you Monkey King ?” “ That ’ s the only way you will address me understood !” I felt a bit guilty to be so demanding for once in my life , but I refuse to change , the whole point of the journey was to change me into a ‘ formidable ’ god . The feeling of being down at your knees masked this feeling of guilt and regret which I was happy about . Maybe this journey wouldn ’ t be as bad as I thought , afterall I was hoping to kill something after being released from the mountain and after I complete this form of rehabilitation I will take my revenge , I will become a god to be reckoned with .