The temple has been burned.Grandmaster is dead. The only five survivors have scattered like the wind. Alone.
Little Malao is all alone. No brothers, no mentors, no techers. Just little eleven-year old Malao, or Monkey in Mandarin. His Grandmaster has told them to scatter into the north, south, east, and west. But Malao? He always confuses the direction and goes around in circles. So he’s there when he finally sees his brother Hok, or Crane in Mandarin. That’s when he sees a human head like ball. Wait a second. It is a head. Grandmaster’s head.
