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The Monkey King
The Monkey King
The Village idiot Press
For The Monkey King every thing is known and knowable. Classical reality and quantum reality are one. Past, future, distance and time are all the same. The separations that befuddle most of us are but amusements to him. However, as all knowing as he may be, he has realized that something is missing in his existence. He knows he is still subject to the laws of cause and affect and of volition. He has questioned all the great thinkers. Traveling through our concept of time with his entourage, he was on a quest for The Ultimate Answer that has eluded him for eternity. He is unsatisfied.
To hide his true identity, he is clothed in the costume of the period and appears as a local warlord, pride-full, fierce and mighty. His two great swords hang from gold encrusted scabbards. The sword’s steel are folded with unobtanium an infinite number of times and are indestructible. Created by the weapon masters of heaven, one is called The Splitter; the other The Destroyer.
The Monkey King passed a young handsome monk, who stood aside to let the procession of the obvious great lord pass. Monkey King stopped and gazed down at the monk. He noticed his good looks even through the road grime, his rags for clothes and the two swords the monk carried. “What is your name monk?” he demanded.
“My name is Jiu Wei-hu. I happen to be traveling along the same road as you majesty. I am on my way to see if I might be allowed to study with the great teacher in the Far Western Mountains.” And he pointed to an as not yet observable mountain range.
The Monkey King liked something about this monk and in a moment of graciuonsness invited the monk to come along point out the obvious. “Jiu Wei-hu, maybe you would like to join our entourage and enjoy the safety we bring, as one such as yourself, armed but alone, cannot. ”
Jiu saw the intelligence in this. “This would be a fine thing. I am but a humble, poor monk. Maybe I can serve your lordship in some manner? I was once a great warrior and as you see now have become a monk seeking the way. I have no money or possessions. I carry only to protect myself against bandits.”
“You serve me?” Monkey King laughed at the likelihood of anything of the sort. “Not likely but your company is appealing. I noticed that you carry two well made swords. If you were such a great warrior, maybe we could spar at a later time.” He added, “for sport.”
One did not reject the offer or challenge of such a great lord and Jiu, one of the greatest swordsmen of the past, who had renounced his war like ways, readily accepted the sporting challenge. The idea of mutual combat and reconition as an equal drew him closer.Jiu explained to the Monkey King, “I feel although I achieved much fame, something in my life is missing.” This was not something he would have readily admmitted to any stranger. This was a private thing, something one sought the answer to alone.
“I too feel the same,” said the Monkey King. He would have liked to admit to this fine monk who he was. He hesitated not knowing why. And that was unusual in and of itself. He normally would have made some announcement at least indicating that there was more to him than he let on. The question of the question led to more questions that couldn’t be answered. The Monkey King could not sleep, he became restless. And the more he viewed Jiu Wei-huthe more agitated he became. There was something about this monk he desired and because Jiu seemed to be the source of his discomfort, he began to despise him.
The Monkey King was pacing in his tent one early evening. The moon was full. The Monkey King decided then and there to challenge Jiu. A great plain where they had made camp was an excellent place for such a game. Only The Monkey King was in no mood for sport.
“Jiu Wei-hu,” he bellowed out. “It is time to sport.”
Jiu knew something like this was all but in the cards and he was prepared. In a strong voice but nothing like the Monkey King’s, Jiu replied, “Great sir I have accepted your challenge and will meet you on the field of combat. And though I’m a simple monk and have renounced my former warlike ways, honor is honor.”
The Monkey King dismissed all his retainers. This was going to be between him and that most disturbing monk, alone. He was dressed in his full celestial armor.
Jiu came to the appointed place and shuddered at the sight of the Monkey King. He recognized who and what he was facing. He wore no great armor only his rags and two swords.
The Destroyer was out of its scabbard.
Proper bows were made and the combat began.
Jiu defended himself well. He decided to taunt the Monkey King to see if he might be able to strike the right blow. “Why great sir, are you playing with me? You who are supposed to know all should be able to strike the first blow and end this sport. We can then continue on our way.”
The Monkey King was enraged by the monk’s comments. “You dare insult me? I am here like you, a seeker. I give you protection against bandits and you dare to insult me. The rules are changed, to the death sweet monk.” And with a sweep of The Destroyer he shattered the monk’s weapons.
The monk was on his knees trembling. The Monkey King took The Splitter from the other scabbard, lifted it high where the moon and all celestial heaven’s light glistening off the metal which was about to cut the monk in two.
That light reflected in the monk’s eyes straight back to the Monkey King's, and the monk looking up only said, “Ultimate Terror”.
The Monkey King looked straight into the monk’s eyes. He stopped. He hesitated, and then sheathed Splitter still staring into the monk's eyes.
The monk did not move staring all the while at the Monkey King, and then all he said was, “Ultimate passion.”
The Monkey King shuddered. Such simple two word sentences rang through him. He achieved complete understanding right then and there. He bowed to the monk and was about to return to his tent when the monk Jiu Wei-hu revealed herself as the beautiful nine tailed fox who was above the affects of yin and yang and not an itinerant monk. She stood bowed to him and disappeared.
micheledutcher - This story is like visiting a different land. The wordsmithing is excellent and becomes part of the wave of the storytelling. Love it. Nicely done!
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