The Magic Fan

Journey to the West 77 The Magic Fan

For over a day, the wind from the fan carried Wukong. When he finally landed, he was far from the Iron Immortal’s mountain. Wukong looked around and saw a mountain nearby. It looked familiar. “ Mount Sumeru! ” said Wukong. “ The bodhisattva Lingji lives there. Maybe he can help me deal with the Iron Immortal. He was able to stop the great king Yellow Wind’s wind magic. ”

The monkey went to Lingji’s pagoda. The bodhisattva was sitting in his garden. “ Greetings, Bodhisattva, ” said Wukong. “ Hello, Wukong, ” said Lingji. “ It’s good to see you again. I was just about to have tea. ” Wukong and Lingji sat outside, drinking tea. The monkey told the bodhisattva everything that had happened with the Iron Immortal.

The bodhisattva handed a small stone to Wukong. “ Keep this magic stone in your pocket. It will stop the wind from blowing you away. ” “ Thank you, Bodhisattva, ” said the monkey. “ Would you like to stay for lunch?” asked Lingji.

“ No, thank you, ” said Wukong. “ I must get back to my companions. I need to get that fan from the Iron Immortal so we can continue west. ” Wukong returned to the Iron Immortal’s cave door. “ Open up! ” he shouted. “ I need your fan! ”

The Iron Immortal came out and wrinkled her nose. “ I thought I got rid of you. ” She raised her fan. “ I’ll just have to wave harder this time! ” The woman waved the fan furiously. A terrible wind blew past Wukong. But the monkey didn’t move. The Iron Immortal’s eyes burned with anger. “ How did you—”