Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Taking out the Yaksha mask that she had prepared long ago, Wen Jiao squatted in front of Princess Wencheng and put the terrifying and hideous mask on her delicate face with her own hands: "From now on, you are the wizard sent by the Yaksha tribe to assist me. As long as you assist me obediently, I will treat your children well. If you want to cause trouble..."

"Believe me, you don't want to know what the price is." She said, looking at Rang Guo, "From now on, you will take care of her food and daily life. If anything goes wrong, I will only hold you responsible."

Ran Guo said excitedly: "Yes!"

Wen Jiao stood up straight and looked around at the guards: "Princess Zhuowasam was summoned by the Emperor of Heaven and ascended back to heaven as a dakini. You witnessed this with your own eyes, right?"

The guards said in unison: "We saw it with our own eyes!"

Someone who was particularly clever even said, "A colorful rainbow bridge descended from the sky to take the princess back to heaven. I saw it with my own eyes!"

"Shameless." Princess Wencheng couldn't help but say.

Wen Jiao turned a deaf ear to him and pretended to be very sad. She wiped her tearless eyes with her sleeves and said, "Such a big thing should be informed to the little prince and princess. Go and tell them the news and bring them to the princess's palace to bid farewell to their mother."

Princess Wencheng didn't dare to speak, as her children were her weak spot.

The sent guards returned after a long time, looking panicked: "The prince and princess are missing. We sealed off the palace and searched for a long time but couldn't find them."

Wen Jiao was startled and immediately asked, "Are they the only ones missing, or are there others missing as well?"

The guard replied, "The princess's nurse and the palace steward who disappeared together."

It seems that these two loyal servants took advantage of the chaos and escaped with the prince and princess.

Princess Wencheng felt relieved. She clasped her hands together, chanted the Buddha's name, and then lowered her hands and said earnestly: "Queen, it's not too late for you to turn back now. Otherwise, when the two of them bring the prince and princess to find the king, the king will surely be furious, and a war is inevitable. If the queen is willing, I can..."

Wen Jiao raised her eyebrows: "It won't be too late if they can find the king first."

She had calculated the distance in advance, and on the second day of the king's tour, she sent someone to catch up with him and tell him the news that the princess was seriously ill. According to the distance, the king who loved his princess so much should have returned the next morning. The old steward was familiar with the roads in Manzagang, and the two children walked slowly. In order to find the king as soon as possible, they had to go straight to the destination of the king's original tour route, and they happened to be separated from the king who changed his route halfway.

Of course, if they still bump into each other, we must be on guard.

Wen Jiao said, "Hurry up and pass the message to all the cities. The princess and the prince have fallen ill and cannot get up. The people of the country are ordered to stay at home and pray for them for three days. Anyone who escapes will be killed without mercy."

She just couldn't believe that two adults dragging two children dared to walk openly on the road or street?

Anyway, the king would not take shortcuts.

"Cunning!" Princess Wencheng couldn't help but curse again.

Wen Jiao looked back at her: "You can also say three words."

"How cunning!" Princess Wencheng cursed without hesitation. When she thought of the swordplay that her children and husband were about to face, she felt heartbroken.

Wen Jiao chuckled and left.

The next day, when the sun had just penetrated the back of the snow-capped mountains, the king hurried back to the palace. When he thought of his beloved concubine's impermanence, he burst into tears and was in a state of confusion. He was so eager to return that he simply left his troops behind and rode back with three followers on fast horses.

Princess Wencheng's bedroom is always decorated with pink curtains, green leaves and fruits, and gorgeous murals, as if it can retain the most beautiful scenery of the three springs. In the past, when the king came, he felt physically and mentally comfortable and extremely relaxed. Now he only felt that his feet were not weak, his eyes were sore, and he might shed tears at any time.

In the gauze curtain, a woman was lying quietly, her breathing so weak that it could not be heard. The king wiped his tears, lifted the gauze curtain, and said gently: "Zhuo Wa Sangmu, I am back, I came to see you."

"Zhuo Wa Sang Mu" slowly opened his eyes, gave him a weak smile, and suddenly jumped up, grabbed his neck with lightning speed. When he opened his mouth subconsciously due to difficulty breathing, he poured a glass of strange-tasting wine into his mouth.

The king covered his neck and coughed desperately. Although he didn't know what the wine was, he knew it was definitely not a good thing. The more he coughed, the more his head swelled. When his eyes were blurred, he suddenly saw the face of the woman in front of him rippled and twisted like water waves. When the "water surface" calmed down, "Zhuo Wa Sang Mu" had turned into another person.

His demeanor was handsome and calm, and his face, as clear and bright as the green mountains and pine trees, was ruined by a black mole. She was his queen, Ha Xiang.

"Ah! You! She! Zhuowasam!" He shouted incoherently, staggered out, tripped and fell to the ground, holding the ground and laughing.

Wen Jiao touched the top of his head with pity and sighed, "Poor thing, this cursed wine is so strong that it has driven a grown man crazy."

She touched her face. The Yaksha tribe's transformation technique was simpler to understand and master than the Taoist one. Before that, she had practiced hard for more than ten years, but she could only make her body bigger or smaller. If she wanted to change her appearance, she had to use the art of disguise. Now that she had understood Ha Xiang's ability, she could change into someone else's appearance with just a thought.

She helped the king up again and sighed, "Donbu, don't hate me. You stripped me of my military power and refused to give me an heir, just to use a soft knife to undermine me. Since I can't find any chance of a good end from you, I can only use a hard knife to destroy you. After all, the winner is the king and the loser is the loser. Those words about turning over a new leaf and changing the past are not lies. I will treat your people well. As for your children, as long as they are willing to live a simple life, I will spare their lives."

After saying that, he raised his voice and said, "Come here!" A large group of executioners who had been prepared long ago came in.

Wen Jiao looked solemn and her eyes were cold and hard: "Gather all the ministers, I have something important to announce!"

“Do-do-do-do”

The bell that summoned the ministers floated over the capital of Manzagang for a long time before it slowly stopped. The ministers hurried to the palace and saw the king sitting on the throne with a silly smile, and Queen Haxiang sat beside him with a sullen face: "Are you all here?" She stood up, her slender figure carrying an indescribable solemnity, "As you can see, the king is crazy."

The palace was suddenly silent, and only the sound of people breathing, some light, some heavy, some fast, some slow, could be heard. Suddenly, a loud laugh broke the silence. It was the king who was pounding on the armrests of the throne, shouting like a child: "Zhuo Wa Sang Mu! Li Ba! Sang Mu!"

Wen Jiao held his shoulders compassionately: "My king, they will be back soon, please be quiet. If they are too noisy, they will not want to come back."

The king immediately fell silent.

Wen Jiao maintained a soothing posture, turned her head and looked at the ministers, and said: "Princess Zhuowasam was summoned by the Buddha Mother, returned to the true body of the Dakini, and flew away. Prince Leba and Princess Sangmu were reluctant to leave their mother, and cried incessantly. A rainbow bridge was sent down from the sky, and they were also taken away."

The sorrowful voice and sad expression made those who heard it sad and those who saw it cry.

As soon as his tearful eyes swept through the crowd, a minister stepped out with a sad look on his face and said, "No wonder when I was basking in the sun at home yesterday, I saw a rainbow over the palace and two figures walked up to it. It turned out to be the little prince and princess!" He clapped his hands vigorously, his voice full of reverence and joy, "In my country of Manzagang, a concubine and two royal family members ascended to heaven in one day. This is an unparalleled honor!"