Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction 4 - 7 2018 | Page 319

Master smiled at Sun Wukong’s disbelief, showing a toothy grin (with no teeth). Then he quelled
his smile, and his expression became serious. ‘Wukong, you have sinned much in your life.’
Sun Wukong felt like all his blood was draining out. Dread filled his body. Did that mean that he
had to...go to…? He did not dare to think further.
Master smiled again. ‘But your Journey to the West was so heroic that we have decided to give you
another chance to live. I will give you another body to live in and send you away from the Western Sky.’
Sun Wukong barely had time to sigh in relief before Master waved his hand. The blinding light
returned. His skin scorched. An image of a pattern made of golden circles burned in his eyes, and he shut his
eyes in pain. He was no longer Sun Wukong.
The little monkey opened his eyes. What he saw amazed him. Impossibly colorful flowers bloomed
on vibrantly green leaves. He would never have imagined this wonderful world in his mother’s belly.
Faces swum above his vision. Two large, elder monkeys – his parents. A boar, a fish with sandy
scales. An old hermit residing in the jungle with wispy white hair. These were his companions in his former
life. His memory was completely blank. No traces of his past life still lingered. His body was ready for a new
chance.