Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The lake is like a sea, with no end in sight. The snow-capped mountains are endless, a vast expanse of white. Dots of tents are scattered on the plateau, like a vast and chaotic starry sky.

After entering the Wuliang Mountains, this kind of scenery became the norm. The bride's party was amazed at first, but then they got bored with the repetition day after day. In addition, since they were new to the plateau, they inevitably felt dizzy, weak in their limbs, and even had headaches and insomnia, which was even more distressing.

Jia Cha also knew that the environment he grew up in was too poor for the people of the Tang Dynasty, who were born in a rich and prosperous land. So he felt guilty and led his men to look for herbs and treat them. He said, "We have asked the flying eagle to pass on the message. Soon, a wedding procession will come to welcome the noble princess. Please be patient for a few days."

That night, the marriage team stayed by the lake. A strong wind blew all night, and a faint white mist rose from a distant mountain pass and was blown far away to the camp. In the mist, there were faintly floating colorful palaces on the plateau, women's dresses as bright as clouds, arrow rains as dense as locusts, and the neighing of horses.

The mist seeped into the tent. Some people were snoring loudly, unaware of the situation, while others were tossing and turning and unable to fall asleep, and were surrounded by the mist. Others were so deep in sleep that they inhaled a few strands of the mist without realizing it.

Wukong borrowed the sweet rain from the Dragon King of the East Sea, cleansed the Flower-Fruit Mountain, beat back the hunters who had been harassing the monkeys for years, plundered their clothes, flags and weapons, led the remaining monkeys to train again, and raised the flag of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven. After everything was reorganized, he left the Flower-Fruit Mountain and returned to the plateau. This is exactly what he saw in the air.

The Monkey King looked carefully and saw that although there was a ghostly aura in the mist, it did not contain much demonic power, so he thought it was harmless. He thought for a moment, identified the tent where Wen Jiao's spiritual light was, threw himself over, and opened the tent door: "Mrs...."

Wen Jiao was covering the sleeping Wu Meiniang with a blanket. When she heard the sound, she turned around and put her index finger to her lips: "Shh!"

Wukong immediately shut up.

Wen Jiao straightened the quilt of Huo Ling'er, who was sleeping in a mess, and then waved to Wukong, indicating that he should come out with her.

As soon as Fang lowered the tent curtain, Wukong couldn't wait to speak: "Master, look!" He pointed at the fog outside the tent, "There's something fishy about this fog."

At this moment, the fog outside was so thick that one could not see one's fingers. As it surged, the image of a fight between men and horses could be vaguely seen. However, due to the power of Wen Jiao and the other two, he did not dare to approach and could only retreat three feet away.

Wen Jiao nodded: "I saw it too, Mingcheng also inhaled a little bit just now."

Wukong knew that Mingcheng was the name she gave to the young female disciple whose beauty was so stunning that it almost took his breath away. "Although this mist is strange, in my opinion, it won't harm your health. At most, you'll just have nightmares for a few nights. Do you want to wake her up, Master?"

After the emergency training on officialdom ecology given by Prince Jiangxia that day, Wukong had already gained some understanding of the fact that children and grandchildren will have their own blessings.

Yes, Xuanzang also became a descendant.

As expected, Wen Jiao said, "I've heard that Wuliang Mountain is extremely strange. Instead of being on guard against everything, it's better to let them suffer a loss first, so that they can be more alert." She couldn't help but smile, "In fact, when the mist floated over, it seemed to be calling me. I looked around carefully and found that it only called Mingcheng, the princess and me. If I wasn't afraid that there were other demons harassing me, I would have to go in to see what it was doing."

When Wukong heard this, he immediately said, "Master, just go ahead and investigate. I will take care of this place and discipline them to the last detail."

"I am confident in the work of the Great Sage." Wen Jiao never hesitates to praise those she admires.

Removing the protective aura, she touched her palm to the surging mist, only to feel a faint suction force coming. The next moment, she was in an ancient palace.

The wooden yellow walls were painted with the Yongzhong symbol, which represented fire, and the wooden pillars were covered with intricate and colorful patterns. There was no dressing table commonly seen among women, but instead there were two rows of weapon racks, on which were displayed various ancient weapons, some of which were made of bronze and some of which were made of human bones.

Wen Jiao frowned: "Someone come!"

Immediately, a crowd of female slaves came rushing in, all of them bowing their heads so that only the backs of their heads could be seen.

"Take these bones away." Wen Jiao pointed at the pile of human bone weapons, trying her best not to show her disgust too much.

A female slave looked up in surprise, then quickly lowered her head: "But this is the queen's favorite weapon."

"If you don't love me anymore, move out." Wen Jiao said immediately.

The female slaves bent their waists and exchanged puzzled looks with each other, but they did not dare to disobey her orders, so they had to move the bones off the weapon rack one by one.

Wen Jiao's mind was blank at the moment, and she had no idea what was going on. She only knew that she seemed to be the queen of this country. She wanted to find someone to talk to, so she pointed at the slave girl who raised her face and said, "You, accompany me for a walk."

Any slave should feel honored to have the opportunity to spend time with their master, but this slave girl actually trembled. The other slave girls still bent over, not daring to raise their heads, but the glances they secretly passed over were full of sympathy and relief.

Wen Jiao felt very strange: "Why are you shaking? I'm not a monster, how can I eat you?"

This was originally a joke, but the slave girl's knees softened and she fell to the ground: "Meiduo will be obedient, Meiduo can weave beautiful cloth, please don't eat me, Queen!"

Wen Jiao:......

The other slave girls saw that she looked unhappy, and they rushed forward to cover the mouth of the slave girl named Mei Duo. The noise made by the group of people soon attracted others. A maid-like woman wearing a pink shirt and a black skirt came in, and drove away the slave girls. She smiled and stepped forward to massage Wen Jiao's shoulders: "The king left the queen to go hunting again, and Rang Guo knew that the queen was upset. Just now, Rang Guo has told the kitchen to make the queen's favorite food, and it will be served to her in a while, without having to use lowly slave girls to make do."

The more Wen Jiao listened to this, the more she felt something was wrong. Suppressing the discomfort in her heart, she tentatively called out, "Let the fruit go."

The maid waited for her next words with a smile on her face, without showing any surprise, because it was obvious that this was her name.

Wen Jiao then asked, "Did he leave any words before he left?"

Rang Guo pulled a face and said, "The king didn't say anything. He just left the government affairs to the queen and said he would leave it alone. At the beginning, the old king and the old queen personally asked our king for marriage, and the queen married him. The old king was not like the king now who likes to show his displeasure. He just goes hunting outside every day and throws everything to the queen. Who is the one who is..."

She lowered her head and stopped talking.

At this time, the kitchen brought up the food, a plate full of hearts, dripping with red blood. You could tell at a glance that it was very fresh.

Wen Jiao felt that her nose was about to be filled with a fishy and sweet smell.

"What is this?" She had some idea of ​​what it was and suddenly felt a little disgusted.

"The queen's favorite thing to eat is human hearts." Rang Guo replied as a matter of course.