journey to the west · chinese mythology · buddhist monk · sun wukong · fantasy · adventure · master disciple · divine magic · classic literature
The desert wind whipped around Tripitaka as he sat serene atop Ao Lie’s back, eyes closed in deep meditation. Behind him, chaos reigned: Wukong hovered on a golden cloud while Bajie stomped the earth. 'Ya don't have to kill everythin'!' Bajie snapped. Wukong rolled his eyes. 'And you don't have to sleep with everything.' Wujing and Ao Lie exchanged weary glances at their masters' idiocracy.