Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

It’s Brother Monkey!

It’s Brother Monkey!

It’s Brother Monkey!

Wen Jiao let out a sharp explosion in her heart, but she had to pretend to be calm on the surface, revealing a hint of curiosity, so indifferent that she almost choked herself to vomit blood: "Divine Monkey?"

Seeing that she was interested, Old Lady Liu started to tell her the story of the past with great interest: "I also heard it from my great-grandfather, and he also heard it from his great-grandfather. It should be the story of the time when Wang Mang usurped the Han Dynasty. It is said that one day, there were lightning and thunder in the sky, and the clouds rolled like a big whirlpool in the river. Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the evil people in the surrounding area were killed. I saw a big mountain falling from the sky, and under the mountain was a divine monkey."

"Is there such a strange thing?" Xuanzang couldn't help but ask.

Old Lady Liu said, "If the mage doesn't believe it, it's still pressing on the root of the mountain. I don't know what the monkey has done wrong to deserve this punishment. People who grew up around us know that it can talk and has a good temper. It doesn't get angry even if children pull weeds and vegetables on its face. It can even perform magic tricks for people when it's in a good mood. There are many people who love to listen to its stories, but it's a pity that it can't come out."

"There is a big seal on the top of the mountain, with some words written on it that no one can understand. Everyone guessed that if the seal was peeled off, the monkey would most likely come out. It's not that no one has tried, but unfortunately the seal looks soft, but it feels harder than stone and can't be pried open no matter what we do."

Wen Jiao was heartbroken when she heard this, and she wished she could take Xuanzang to Liangjie Mountain to rescue the monkey overnight. However, Xuanzang himself did not realize that the protagonist of this story would become his most important partner in the future, and he listened with great interest, chanting the Buddha's name at the end: "Buddha has mercy on me, and I hope this donor can escape from the sea of ​​suffering soon."

If you don't waste time here, he will be out of this misery tonight, Wen Jiao thought.

Xuanzang then said, "I..." He paused, "They both have great magical powers, maybe they can find a way to rescue this monkey." As he said this, he looked at Wen Jiao eagerly.

Wen Jiao looked back at him with pity, cherishing this inexperienced Tang Monk in her heart: "We will go and take a look tomorrow."

Old Lady Liu said, "That divine monkey has been trapped under the mountain for who knows how many years. He looks so pitiful. He deserves to be released from prison one day. If we can rescue him, it will be a great merit." She then said hesitantly, "What a coincidence. Tomorrow is the anniversary of my late husband's death. I want to find someone to perform a ritual for him. I wonder if the two Taoist nuns are willing to do so?"

Since entering the Taoist sect, Wen Jiao's best skill has always been fighting. She only knows a little about seeking good fortune and avoiding danger, and performing the ritual of salvation. Not to mention Huo Ling'er, she used all her abilities to escape. She knew that she was biased in her studies, so she didn't want to mislead the students. She pointed at Xuanzang and said, "I can't do sutras and rituals, but they are his specialty."

Liu Bochin immediately said, "Then I'll trouble you, Master."

Although Xuanzang was a famous monk who was well-known since he was young, and could earn as much as 100 taels of silver from alms for performing a ritual, he never judged people by their wealth or poverty, and when he saw someone inviting him, he readily agreed.

After a quick meal and a full meal, Liu Boqin held Xuanzang's arm and the two went to the backyard to practice martial arts. Wen Jiao and Huo Ling'er were arranged to live in the guest room. Huo Ling'er slept soundly, while Wen Jiao meditated as usual. In the past twelve years, except for the time when she was too sick to get up, Wen Jiao never slept again. She meditated instead, seeking this little bit of hard work that accumulated day by day.

When the moon was at its zenith, a ray of moonlight leaked in through the half-open window and hit her face. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and she suddenly remembered something and jumped out of bed. She poured out a few pieces of cloth and needle and thread from the black jade pot, and poured out a night pearl to place beside it for lighting, and started to sew and make clothes.

Huo Ling'er came closer, opened her sleepy eyes, and found that she was sewing a short straight shirt in her hands. The size was just right for Xuanzang's body. She couldn't help but sighed: "You love your child too much. You don't even sleep and stay up late to make clothes for him."

Wen Jiao paused. She was not making clothes for Xuanzang, she was sewing clothes for a monkey!

She remembered clearly that the monkey had been pressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years, and the clothes he had worn had long since decayed. When he came out, he was completely naked. He killed a tiger, took off the tiger skin and made a skirt. He had no shirt, so he had to wear Xuanzang's short coat. Because of his short stature, Xuanzang's short straight coat fit him perfectly, which gave him his classic look.

It was because she remembered this that she hurried to make some clothes for the monkey as a gift. When she went into the mountains to practice, she made all her clothes, shoes and socks by herself, and her craftsmanship was very skillful. The Xuanyu Pot also stored a lot of fabrics bought in those years, all of which were strong and wear-resistant materials, and would not easily get dirty after being stained with mud. It was just right to make clothes for him. If she didn't know the size of the monkey's feet, she would have wanted to make shoes as well.

Just think about it, what a blessing it is to be able to let your childhood national superhero wear clothes made by you?

After being reminded by Huo Ling'er, she realized that as a mother, she had not made a set of clothes for Xuanzang so far, and she couldn't help feeling guilty. She quickly made a few monk robes for Xuanzang. Wen Jiao glanced at his shoes and had a rough idea in her mind, so she planned to make a few pairs of shoes. Fortunately, she was no longer an ordinary person, so it didn't take much effort to sew a few clothes and make a few pairs of shoes. It was done in a short time. Wen Jiao put everything back into the Xuanyu pot and continued to meditate.

After the moon set and the sun rose, the Liu family prepared all the necessary Buddhist instruments and asked Xuanzang to chant sutras for Old Man Liu. After the chanting and lunch, Wen Jiao urged Xuanzang to leave quickly. Liu Bochin could not keep him, so he took out a tael of silver and gave it to Xuanzang as a thank you. How could Xuanzang take it? As they were pushing and shoving, they heard the sound of the wind. It was a gust of wind that blew away Xuanzang, Wen Jiao, and Huo Ling'er without a trace, and even the white horse carrying the luggage disappeared.

The wind was blown by Wen Jiao. Seeing that the monkey was as eager as an arrow, she could not help but blew a gust of wind to sweep Xuanzang away and ran away until she reached the foot of Liangjie Mountain, where she stopped.

You know, although the art of flying in the clouds is convenient, it is like carrying a mortal on your back. Therefore, when the demons tried to rob Tang Monk, they usually used a gust of wind to sweep him away. Wen Jiao took him and the horse and ran more than 50 miles in a row. In terms of Taoism, it seems that she has reached the average level of the great demons in Journey to the West.

Of course, no one would think of this at the moment. Xuanzang, who would be a professional in being blown away by the wind to a monster cave in the future, was enjoying this kind of treatment for the first time. He felt dizzy and cold all over, and his legs were weak when he landed. He felt that the ground his feet touched was soft and slippery, and he turned several times involuntarily and fell hard.

The white horse was not in a much better condition. It was dizzy and foaming at the mouth. It knelt on the ground for a long time before it recovered.

Wen Jiao was very disappointed: "You look so shaky, what are you going to do in the future?"

You will be scratched at least seventy times in the future!

Xuanzang shook his head until the golden stars in front of his eyes disappeared, and then he had the energy to talk. Before he opened his mouth, he heard a loud shout from the foot of the mountain in the distance: "My master is here! My master is here!"