Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Even the most insensitive person would not be insensitive when being loved, and Wen Jiao was no longer a young girl who had not yet begun to understand love. She had long been aware of Yuan Tiangang's feelings, but she just didn't know what to do. Fortunately, Yuan Tiangang never broke through this window paper, so she plunged into the sand pile called friends like an ostrich, and was reluctant to pull her head out.

After Yuan Tiangang came, she went into her "nest" - a carriage during the day and a tent at night - and kept refining the golden bottle in it under the pretext of preparing a magical instrument to carry baggage for the imperial army. She would never go out unless summoned by the princess.

She now has a lot of experience in refining magic tools. She used the ten thousand years of cold stone from the Wuliang Plateau to refine the magic tool, the Cold Gold Bottle. A bottle weighs only three pounds, but can hold eight thousand stones of food. Even if you put a freshly killed fish in it, it will never rot or decay, and when you take it out, it will be as fresh and sweet as when it was first killed.

She injected a large amount of true energy into each cold gold bottle. Before the true energy she injected was exhausted, she only needed to say the corresponding mantra, and even ordinary people could take out food and grass from it.

As soon as this bottle came out, it was warmly welcomed by the baggage troops, and orders came in like snowflakes. Wen Jiao worked overtime and rushed out 20 golden bottles to finally meet the demand. At this time, they had crossed the thirteen snowy mountains and were about to arrive at the Ling Kingdom City.

The flashing lightning coiled around the Golden Bottle like a dragon and quickly ended. Wen Jiao sighed, and amid Huo Ling'er's snoring, she held the Golden Bottle to Wu Meiniang: "This is the last one. I will give it to General Wang Xuance tomorrow morning. My job is done."

Wu Meiniang held the Jin Ping in her arms and said, "Master, you took up this job on your own initiative. There's no point in complaining about being tired." As she spoke, she yawned loudly.

Wen Jiao was about to roll her eyes at her, but when she saw that she was so sleepy that her eyes were squinting and her head was nodding, she quickly pulled the golden bottle back and put it on the table, then pushed her onto the bed: "Go to sleep quickly, you've been working hard with me these past few days."

Wu Meiniang said vaguely: "Master doesn't sleep, so how can I, as a disciple, sleep first? Besides, I have often drunk Master's good tea..." As she spoke, her breathing became heavier and she actually fell asleep.

Wen Jiao tucked in the quilt for her, and straightened the wrinkles on the cushion for Huo Ling'er. She felt very stuffy, so she thought about going out for a walk. She was bored these days staying in this small place. It was already midnight, the wind was high and the night was cold, so she thought she would not run into that person.

As soon as I walked out of the tent, I saw Wukong sitting on the flagpole of the camp, with his long tail sticking up in the air and the curled tip of the tail swaying in the wind.

"Great Sage, aren't you going to take a rest?" Wen Jiao flew up, stood beside him and asked.

Wukong said, "I can't sleep because I'm thinking about my master."

Originally, it was fine, but after Wen Jiao mentioned that "the day of returning home is not far away", he could see Xuanzang being tied up by the demons and put into the steamer when he closed his eyes. His heart was in turmoil, and he wanted to fly to Baoxiang Kingdom immediately to protect Xuanzang on his journey to the west. However, because he had been sent out, he could only scratch his head and worry.

Wen Jiao had a clear idea in mind, so she was calm and composed: "He didn't contact me tonight."

"What!" Wukong suddenly jumped thirty feet high, "Master must have encountered a big thing!"

"What does this have to do with the Great Sage?" Wen Jiao asked.

Wukong was depressed by her five simple words, which were as clear as water.

Isn't it true? Even if Xuanzang was really chopped into bun stuffing, what did it have to do with him? He was just a monkey who had been demoted and abandoned, and who would send his master to hell whenever he saw him.

With his tail hanging low, Wukong was in a state of doubt about his life. Wen Jiao patted his round head and comforted him, "Don't worry, he's just a little frightened. If you don't believe me, check the next time he writes, he will be out of danger."

If I guessed correctly, it was her adopted son who wandered around and broke into the cave of the Yellow Robe Monster. With the help of Princess Baihuaxiu of Baoxiang Kingdom, even Bajie and Sha Seng did not need to risk their lives, Xuanzang could escape by himself.

It’s not a good time for Wukong to return to the team.

Wukong's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he turned from sadness to joy and said, "Mrs. Madam, have you predicted it again? Mrs. Madam, you are so smart. With your words, I feel relieved."

What kind of ingenious calculation is she? The real ingenious calculation should be like Yuan Tiangang...

Wen Jiao smiled mysteriously, and accepted this ingenious character very firmly: "The Great Sage continues to have fun, I will go and relax and then come back."

The starry sky on the plateau is always exceptionally clear and vast, with the bright stars flickering, competing for brilliance with the waning moon.

Wen Jiao stood on the top of the snow mountain, bathing in the clear light of the stars and the moon, slowly exhaling a few wisps of white steam. Whenever she saw the natural beauty of creation, she would always have endless thoughts. About finiteness and infinity, about the meaning of life, about the fate of all things...

It sounds like she is overthinking, but it is this one point of overthinking and ninety-nine points of persistence that makes her unwilling to indulge in the vanity and pleasures of the noble ladies of Chang'an. After many twists and turns, she has finally come to this day.

The fierce and cold wind tugged at her sleeves, pulling out the restlessness that had been lingering in her mind for the past few days. She kept her mind clear, and when she was in high spirits, a flash of light flashed in her arms, and she was holding a red sandalwood pipa with inlaid gold and colorful patterns. Her fingers turned it, and the sound of pearls and jade immediately flowed out.

This red sandalwood pipa given by Empress Dowager Dou was originally Yin Wenjiao's favorite thing, and it also caused the first shot of Wenjiao's rebellion against Chen Guangrui. Wenjiao had put it away for sixteen years, but when she left Chang'an to escort Princess Wencheng to her wedding, she took the pipa with her for some unknown reason.

Whether it was Yin Wenjiao's skill or Wenjiao's, it seemed to no longer matter. She was herself, and everything she did should be in accordance with her heart.

The sound of the pipa is so powerful that it can break metal and split stone, and at its most exciting, it can cleanse the universe. The two overlap to create a kind of extraordinary tranquility.

The stars are bulging, the moon is waning, the wind is blowing over the snowy hills, a woman in green clothes is holding a pipa horizontally, her eyes seem to be open but not yet open, her forehead is bright and translucent, she looks like a goddess.

After the song, she felt that all the burden in her chest disappeared, and her limbs were light and full of vitality, as if she was floating up in the wind.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw Yuan Tiangang standing not far away, his face buried in the dim moonlight. Fengji transformed into a red fox and nestled at his feet, his nine tails spread out like a blooming cinnabar flower, his head tilted up, looking at his master with eyes full of sympathy.

Even though he had no knowledge of music, he could tell from the sound of the pipa that Wen Jiao had no thoughts of worldly affairs.

Wen Jiao looked towards Yuan Tiangang. In the light of the snow and the moon, her eyes were as clear as pure crystal.

Fengji was a little afraid of such a look, thinking to himself: Fortunately, that stupid lion is not like that. If she looked at me with such eyes, I would be so cold that I would pass out.

He thought Yuan Tiangang would avoid Wen Jiao's gaze, but unexpectedly he faced her instead, looking her straight in the eye.

Wen Jiao was the first to speak: "Mr. Yuan, I am devoted to pursuing the great way, and I am really powerless..."

"I know." Yuan Tiangang said.

Sixteen years ago, Wen Jiao's "I know" made him realize his feelings. Now he brought up the old words again, which seemed to be a beginning, but also seemed to be an ending: "Do you still remember what you said to me back then? The infinite and the finite, the long life and the short life, are all 'relative'."

Wen Jiao looked down speechlessly, looking at each other's long shadows on the ice: "But this white iceberg, after all, it is hard to remember the yellow crane that flew past the mountain ten thousand years ago."