Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 288

“Don't you ever think of that! Our master isn’t there for you to eat!” Monkey King replied as he
signaled the other three people to jump into the air to avoid the attacks. They raised their weapons together
and pressed it down on the monster’s head hard. The horse turned into a white dragon - which was his
original appearance - and soared through the monster’s body. A large mass of dust was lifted as the monster
broke into pieces of bones and hit the ground. Thousands of strands of white smoke bursted out, going out
of the windows, leaving the bones behind.
The monk came, holding a melon-shaped bottle in his hand. He yelled “UP!” To get the bones into the
bottle. “It won't come out to do evil things again. It'll be digested by the bottle.” He took the bottle back
into his bottle, “let's move on.”
The five walked out of the inn and were surrounded by townspeople who appeared out of
nowhere.
“You set us free!” One of the ladies yelled.
An old man with a walking stick walked slowly through the crowd towards the monk and his group.
“Heroes, greetings. I am the mayor of this town and I am here to thank you. Yesterday a gust of black wind
blew to our town, sucking everybody inside. There was a skeleton which swallowed people and turned
them into his own flesh, blood and organs. You killed the skeleton and released all of us from its body.
Please accept our gift as a reward to saving our lives,” as he presented a small bag made of silk and fabric to
the five, “these are life-saving kits which would turn into an object you really really need at emergency. Just
open the bag and yell the object’s name for three times.”
The monk accepted the gifts politely, and said goodbye to the whole town.
“Let’s continue our journey to the West.” As they flung their baggage to their backs and left the town,
towards the West.