Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

After Majinguo withdrew his troops, there was no more fighting in Manzagang.

Wen Jiao was managing state affairs while asking people to keep an eye on the situation in Majinguo. It was said that Lieba went into seclusion as soon as he returned to the country, and announced to the public that he had realized some profound Buddhist teachings at the moment of life and death, and would not come out until he understood them clearly, and entrusted the state affairs to his elder sister.

Wen Jiao peeled the precious pomegranates from the plateau and smiled at her maid Rang Guo: "Princess Sangmu is not an easy person to deal with. I wonder if my good eldest son, who is destined to be with her, will still be alive."

Wen Jiao naturally had no idea whether Lieba Ming was still alive or not, as there was a huge gap between them. However, during Wu Mei Niang's reign, a previously unseen "Precious Rain Sutra" suddenly spread in the Majin Kingdom, which said that a thousand years after the "extinction of Buddha", a female bodhisattva would become the ruler of a country.

It is said that this sutra has a wide range of followers in Majinguo, and almost everyone praises it.

When Wen Jiao heard the news, she shook her head and laughed, "Don't let the imperial teacher know about this." If she guessed correctly, Wu Meiniang would soon ascend the throne. By then, no matter whether Lieba was alive or not, he would be dead for various reasons.

Her disciple is always a ruthless person no matter what era he lives in.

But she could not be so extreme as to the children she raised. She made all her "children" hide their identities and serve as ordinary civil officials in the civilian life for three years. After three years, their abilities would be evaluated and they would be assigned to other positions.

The year Wu Meiniang ascended the throne, the former king who had been imprisoned in the palace died of illness. When the news reached the official school, Wen Cheng was stunned for a long while, straightened his clothes, stood up and bowed several times in the direction of the palace.

She performed the duties of a subject.

This year, after much investigation, Wen Jiao summoned all the ministers and children and asked them to assist the third princess. She loved the people like her own children, had a peaceful temperament, and was gentle and lenient in her work. Her father's family had long been eradicated by Wen Jiao, and she already had several children. The third princess was flattered and wanted to refuse in public, but was held down by Wen Jiao.

A sigh of relief seemed to come from somewhere, and she walked out of the conference room, leaving behind all the congratulations.

The night sky was dark and full of stars. Suddenly, countless stars drew brilliant lines and fell from the sky like heavy rain. She folded her arms, looked up, and smiled slightly.

At the same time, Wencheng was writing notes for the Tao Te Ching. As she grew older, her understanding of this holy book became more profound, so she intended to compile her thoughts into a book to pass on to future generations. As she was writing, she suddenly felt something and put the book down.

Wu Meiniang was listening to the monks from Manzagang singing Taoist songs. She relied on the power of Buddhism to rise to power, and in recent years she felt that Buddhism was too powerful and often interfered with her, so she brought in Taoist scholars from Manzagang to serve as a check and balance. Her fingers tapping the beat were firm, and she waved away the monks who were chanting Buddhist stories.

They all walked out and looked at the stars falling like rain in the sky.

The next moment, they opened their eyes in their respective tents.

Wencheng felt her head was heavy, like a block of wood. She wanted to speak, but her throat was so dry that it almost split. She wanted to sit up, but her body felt weak. If she stood up too quickly, stars would appear in front of her eyes. Before she could call for help, she heard the palace maids shouting in surprise, "The princess has woken up, go call the prince!"

Soon after, there was a sound of hurried footsteps. Prince Jiangxia strode in and walked to Wencheng's bedside without regard for etiquette: "My child, you are finally awake." After saying this, this man who never frowned in the face of blood and gore on the battlefield actually burst into tears.

Wen Cheng saw that his father had a thin face, dark circles under his eyes, and a shaggy beard. It was obvious that he had been living in fear for a long time. He immediately realized that something was wrong: "How long have I slept?"

"Including today, it's exactly thirty days." The King of Jiangxia said in a hoarse voice, "Princess, you fell into a coma on the same day as Master Jingrong and Master Mingcheng, and it has been thirty days. Prince Jiacha and I are so worried that we are at a loss. If it weren't for the monkey god's solemn oath, guaranteeing that the three of you would be fine and wake up on your own when the time comes, I would have wanted to take you back home!"

"I slept for so long..." When Wen Cheng thought of his dream, he felt a surge of emotions. He was stunned for a while before returning to reality. "Have Master Jingrong and Master Mingcheng woke up?"

If she guessed correctly, the two of them fell asleep at the same time as she did, experienced the same dream, and should have woken up at the same time. In the dream, one of them was her eldest wife and master, and the other was her daughter. Could they be considered comrades in arms?

Thinking of this, she made herself laugh.

The King of Jiangxia was startled when he heard this, and then he remembered to ask someone. He came to his senses, stared at Wencheng and took the tonic soup and medicinal porridge, and then slowly said: "Ten days ago, news came from Lingguo that the royal city was besieged, and Prince Jiacha has led people to rescue. Before leaving, he asked us to wait for news on the spot."

Wen Cheng grabbed the quilt with her fingers, and then quickly let go. She lowered her head and thought for a moment: "When the fate of Ling Country is unpredictable, it is not appropriate for us to just sit back and watch the fire from the other side of the river."

Prince Jiangxia felt that his daughter had changed, and his tone changed involuntarily: "What does the princess mean?"

Wencheng shook his head, which still seemed a little uncomfortable, and said, "Master Zi Jingrong and Master Mingcheng will come over later, and we will discuss it." The two people in the dream were each more ruthless, sharp and decisive than the other, which was completely different from their usual carefree attitude. They had mastered the principles of military strategy, which was very interesting to think about.

Yes, Lao Dan, the Lord of Dao and Morality who passed down the "Tao Te Ching", was actually the ancestor of conspirators.

Unexpectedly, the person sent came back soon with a surprised look on his face: "The Immortal and the Master have both woken up, but the Immortal called the Monkey King to fly away, saying that he would be back in a day at most. Master Mingcheng said that he had slept for a month and his appearance was not in good shape, so he would come to see the princess when he was ready."

The snow-capped mountains looked like countless jade pens piercing the sky, and in the dim moonlight, they were gleaming with a faint blue light like water waves. The whistling wind blew up countless snow flakes, which hit my face, making me feel a little cold and itchy.

Wukong sneezed, and his golden monkey eyes locked onto a certain spot deep in the snowy mountains. He pointed his hand there, and his golden brown fur was blown by the wind. "Madam, that's right. The evil spirit in the fog came out from there." He reached into his ear and pulled out a thin golden needle. The whole monkey was eager to try, "Do you want me to hit it with a stick?"

"No need." Wen Jiao hurriedly stopped him. While the man and the monkey were talking, they had already fallen from the air and their feet sank because they stepped on the thick snow.

Wen Jiao picked up the bracelet transformed from the dragon-snake sword on her wrist, and the three-meter-long sword light flashed and then retracted, cutting through three feet of cold snow and ten feet of ice crystals, revealing a pagoda.

An ancient, bone-made, three-story demon tower filled with resentment.

In front of the demon tower, there stands a small stone tablet engraved with ancient plateau characters.