Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 369

Clash! Growl!
The fight was still going. No progress had been made.
“You’re gonna have to give up sometime,” Sun Wukong muttered.
“Why are you not dead yet?”
Xuanzang skulked down the stairs, slowly making his way to the lion.
He was right behind it, and then-
BAM!
The Ruyi Jingu band was placed onto the lion’s head. Xuanzang muttered a few curses, and the
band began tightening.
“Stop. Stop! S T O P!” The lion’s clear words began to turn into screeches.
“Surrender.” Xuanzang commanded calmly.
“No! I won’t… I can’t… FINE! Just STOP!”
Grudgingly, he stopped, and released the band, letting it clatter on the ground.
“Let’s finish him off!” Sun Wukong exclaimed excitedly.
“No. Let’s not.” Xuanzang said, turning away, already heading up the stairs.
“What? What if he comes back? That wouldn’t be good!”
“Perhaps he would think better of it.” Xuanzang smirked.
Back at the exit, they turned to look back at the now empty area. Being tricked, they still had to
journey to the real India.
“Well, then. That was… certainly something.” Zhu Bajie sighed in relief.
“Yeah… but you guys still haven’t told me about Sha Seng’s missing ears.” Xuanzang furrowed his
brows.
“About that…” Sun Wukong laughed nervously. “We have a lot to explain.”
“Yes. Yes you do.”