Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 3 2018 | Page 78

New Journey to the West
Harrow International School Beijing, Su, Sacci - 11
‘H
ey! Wukong!’ shouted Xuanzang.
“Yes, master?” replied Sun Wukong.
“Where is Zhu bajie?” asked Xuanzang.
“I have no idea,” answered SunWukong.
“Wukong, you go find him because we need to get a move on! Sha Wujing you stay with me,” demanded
Xuanzang.
“Yes, master!” Sha Wujing answered while untying Bai longma-Xuanzang’s horse. Bai longma is not just a
horse, he is a dragon that has turned into a horse but no one knows that.
“Yeah. Sure. Whatever!” answered Sun Wukong before flying on a cloud and disappearing out of sight.
“Thank you,” Xuanzang said with a loud sigh. After a while Sun Wukong did not return, however Zhu
Bajie returned with a bag of fruits and vegetables. “Where were you?” asked Xuanzang looking troubled.
“Master, I went to get some food because we don’t have any more,” said Zhu Bajie.
“Fine! I sent Wukong to find you. It is nice of you to find us food apart from… Tell us next time,” moaned
Xuanzang while the disciples gobbled the fruits up like starved hippos. They waited and waited but they just
couldn’t see Wukong anywhere.
“Master, should we go and find him?” asked Sha Wujing.
“No. What if he returns right after you have left?” shouted Xuanzang. “We don’t have time to wait for you
as well!” he snapped.
It was midnight.
“Master, may we sleep?” whispered Zhu Bajie.
“Master, is there a flying man-cow above us or am I seeing things because I am so tired?” asked Sha
Wujing.
“Yes, disciples, sleep tight and don’t let the bed bu…” Without finishing his sentence everyone was already
asleep.