No Way Out, saiyuki fan story

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Then, Sanzo started to chant in a semi soft voice a mantra. The monk knew the mantra from all the years of his learning from the local priest. He walked over to the jeep to see who was in the back. He asked Haikki before glancing down at Sanzo what was in the jeep. Then, he gasped out of surprise to see the young priest lying in the bed of the jeep. He asked, “What happen to him?”

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Then, he stared for a minute before asking very softly in order not to disrupt Sanzo’s waking up, “Is he a priest Sanzo?”

Haikki, Goku and Gyojo stared each other for a second. Trying to come up with a suitable answer was a little hard, but Haikki said as best as he could, “Yes…he is!”

“Ah! Welcome…my brother!” the monk said with a soothing tone of voice.

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“Ah! Welcome…my brother!” the monk said with a soothing tone of voice. He reached a hand over to gently touch Snazo on the shoulder. “It’s all right. You are safe!”

Snazo quieted down for a minute. He opened his eyes to stare up at the young monk. He is fevered state of mind; Sanzo realized he was staring at twin of his teacher.

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On an attempt to reach out and touch the monk, Sanzo said, “Master?”

The monk was taken aback very slightly. He said, “What happened to him?”

Haikki said trying to piece everything together, “This is Master Genjo Sanzo, Sanzo the thirty-third. He was a former student of a Koumyou Sanzo. We were on a trip west!”

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“Oh,” the monk pursed his lips. He heard about the story about the Sanzo party going to the west for the scriptures. He wondered why they ended up here. He said with a slow nod, “it is a privilege for you to come!”

Returning the nod, Haikki said, “Thank you for letting us enter in your monastery.”

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Sanzo was sent to a small infirmary to have the monk who was in charge of the ill or the wounded. The monk was going to give a very thorough examination to Sanzo's wounds to see if he needed treatments. Goku and Haikki went to the hall of records and library to see what the history surrounding the monetary. Gyojo went to the head priests to see if they could stay with Sanzo until he was well.

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Gyojo sat in a plan room with two large scrolls of prayers in an ancient script. He felt a little uncomfortable as he waited for the main priest to show up. It was his first time to be speaking on the group’s behalf. He always let Sanzo do all the formal business work. He was used as a sort of body guard and demon slayers. He loathed the bossiness of people who were in the high stations of the church.

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. He heard the noises of children playing outside of the building. He wondered if the monks took care of orphaned children. He didn’t realize that the war between heaven, hell and earth in this strange paradise called Shangri-La was taking a toll on the children for the most part.

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A door slid opened. An old man with a Sharon robe was kneeling at the doorway. He said slowly, “I bid you welcome to our humble temple…stranger!”

Gyojo turned his head to see the old man kneeling at the doorway. He wondered if the old man was about ready to keel over from age. He wanted to get up and help the man stand up. He uttered in a befuddled tone, “Thanks!” He wasn’t sure what was going to happen next. He was going to be happy to have a roof over his head for the night.

The priest said, “You are seeking some aid in a poisoning, so I hear?” the priest stood up before entering the room. He noticed the red hair and eyes of Gyojo. He was not going to take sides with the war between good and evil. He was only there to help people who needed help.

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Gyojo didn’t try to hide the facts, Sanzo was still gravely ill. He nodded slowly to the priest. “Gomen!” he said, trying to figure out what to say.

“That is all right, my son. You have to realize you are in a very special path in your life. Fraught with many dangers, you and your friends are taking a great risk in saving all of humanity,” the old priest smiled gently.

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Gyojo was very much puzzled. Word does travel fast in such remote places. He wondered if the rest of the world outside of Shangri-La was like that. He said trying to sound humble, “Thank you…I’m not good at make speeches. I leave that one up to Sanzo!”

“Sanzo is the most valuable person in the world right now. The weight of this mission has a great importance even to me!” the priest nodded.