Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Minister Rongcha was the recognized chief of all tribes in the Lingdi during the time of Gesar's grandfather. He was highly respected and was naturally appointed as the chief minister after Gesar became king. His experiences were as varied as his white hair, but he had never experienced a moment like today, from hell to heaven and back to hell in an instant.

He looked at the army in the distance that looked like heavenly soldiers and generals, and said bitterly: "Master Padmasambhava, when Gyaltsab came back, he didn't mention that he had found a Tang Dynasty princess for the king..."

He also brought such an amazing army to escort the bride. My God, this army is even stronger than the White Tent King's army!

"The military situation was urgent, so the prince didn't have time to tell the old minister." The wedding envoy saw that the old man's face turned pale, and proudly patted his chest, "The Emperor of the Tang Dynasty did not agree to marry his noble daughter to the king of a country he had never heard of. It was our prince who tried every possible way to convince him, and finally welcomed an auspicious phoenix to our Ling Kingdom."

Rongcha smiled bitterly and thought: I never thought that he could actually succeed.

But the princess has come all the way to marry her, so how can she go back? Rongcha clenched his cane tightly and said, "I will give the order to decorate the palace and welcome the noble princess into the city."

The envoy who welcomed the bride had been annoyed by the old minister's various methods in the past few years. He finally got the chance to annoy him, so he naturally couldn't miss it. He was stunned and said, "What do you want to do? The princess of the Great Tang Kingdom is as noble as a fairy. How can she be brought into the palace like an ordinary princess with a banquet? According to the rules of the Great Tang Kingdom, without the groom personally welcoming her, without a grand ceremony, and without the blessing of the gods, she can never set foot in the harem."

Good fellow, the groom? King Gesar is still in the northern demon country rescuing the second concubine of Mesa and has never returned; God's blessing? There are only two gods closest to Ling country. The first one is Guru Padmasambhava who has not descended to the earth for many years, and the second one is King Gesar who was born from heaven and has no news of him yet. Two of the three conditions are impossible to meet. Is this princess going to camp outside the city with her army?

Rongcha's mind raced: "Then, should we build a new city to temporarily house the princess and the wedding party?"

That's more like it. The messenger thought to himself, but said, "The princess came here day and night to rescue the royal city and Queen Zhumu. Now it seems that the White Tent King has withdrawn his troops?"

It would have been fine if he hadn't mentioned the horse, but as soon as he mentioned Rongcha, he burst into tears: "This vulture has withdrawn his troops, and the Simba Marshal under his command has robbed the queen. What else can we do if he doesn't withdraw his troops?"

The messenger was shocked: "The Queen has been kidnapped by the White Tent King? With our prince here, how can we allow the King's beloved concubine to be kidnapped?"

Rongcha wiped his tears with a handkerchief. "The shameless White Tent King sent General Simba to ask for Queen Zhumu to be his wife. Simba was really brave and no one in Ling State could match him. We defended the city for two years. Queen Zhumu couldn't bear to see Ling State destroyed, so she finally agreed. When Jiacha came back, the Queen had just been taken away. He roared in anger and chased after her with a few guards."

The messenger was instantly furious. If he hadn't considered the old man in front of him as a powerful figure, he would have wanted to punch him in the head: "With just a few of them, you let him go after the White Tent King's army?"

Rongcha also knew what he was suspecting, and felt ashamed and wronged in his heart. He said sadly, "But the royal city can no longer send out a team of elite soldiers."

The messenger turned around and left, rushing back to the Tang army camp as quickly as possible, and reported all the situations to Princess Wencheng. Wencheng immediately decided to pursue the White Tent King's army and rescue the Queen Mother. Wen Jiao said: "Please Princess, let me go ahead and see if I can intercept the Queen Mother."

Wen Cheng knew that she had extraordinary cultivation, and her speed of flying in the clouds would naturally be much faster than the speed of marching, so he nodded in agreement. Wen Jiao flicked her sleeves, and Huo Ling'er, who was sleeping soundly in her sleeves, suddenly turned into a stream of light and landed as a giant red lion. Wen Jiao flew up and rode on it, bowed slightly to everyone, and the man and the lion walked out of the princess's tent, identified the direction of the White Tent King's withdrawal, and immediately left.

In the distance, the people of Ling who were looking towards the Tang army camp saw this scene and were so frightened that they fell to their knees, and continued to worship them until they disappeared into the sky.

The arrow came very fast, yet seemed very slow. At that moment, Jiazha remembered the ancient song he heard from a wandering Buddhist master when he was a child.

“There are six things that cannot be undone: one is violating the Buddhist precepts and the monks;”

"The second is the dark place where the sun sets."

"Three is a frustrated partner,"

"Fourth is the white hair on the top of the head,"

"Five is the rocks on the steep slope,"

"Six is ​​a hero whose destiny has been fulfilled."

The arrow hit his forehead, and Jiacha fell down slowly. When a person is dying, his thoughts are always very complicated. In an instant, he saw his brother Gesar's crying and confused face, his son Zara's angry eyes, and the angry shouts of his soldiers, which finally froze on his mother's lush white hair.

When Wen Jiao and Huo Ling'er arrived at the battlefield, they saw corpses everywhere. Upon closer inspection, they saw that their attire was different from that of the people from Ling Country. They should be the soldiers under the command of the King of White Tent. Jia Cha's trusted guards were wailing around his body.

Wen Jiao was shocked to see that Jia Cha was without armor or helmet, and had wounds all over his body, but none of them were fatal. The only fatal wound was between his eyebrows, where an arrow had pierced his head tightly.

"My mother is also Han Chinese." The man's words casually floated by the blazing campfire.

Wen Jiao's eyes sharpened: "What's going on!"

Gyacha's guard cried, "The prince led us to catch up with the army of the Kingdom of Hor, and killed the seven princes who were left behind. The eighth prince refused to fight back, saying that his mother was also Han Chinese, the younger sister of our prince's mother, who died two years ago. He called the prince brother and advised him to leave quickly, saying that the White Tent King would never give up after losing so many sons. The prince didn't believe it, so he swore to heaven that if they were really brothers, he would let his blood flow like fresh milk after his death."

Wen Jiao took a deep breath and had already guessed the ending: "Prince Jiacha killed him?"

"The prince wanted to save the Queen Mother, and was impatient to listen to him, so he chopped off his head with a knife. The blood that flowed out sprayed into the air, all milky white. The prince said, I killed my brother! I killed the son of my sister who my mother missed for many years!" The guards looked delirious, and obviously they had not recovered from the shock at that time. From their reaction, Wen Jiao seemed to feel that Jia Cha was discouraged at that time.

"He took off his armor, threw away his helmet, and shouted that he wanted to duel with General Simba. If he won, he would send him back to Queen Jumu. Simba, that ungrateful villain, had agreed to a duel, but the prince shot off his hat tassel, and he took advantage of the prince's unpreparedness and killed him!"

Wen Jiao looked at Jiacha's bloodstained lips with a tragic smile.

That day by the campfire, he said with longing: "After the marriage between the two countries, there will be more caravans coming and going, and we can build a smooth road. Then, I should be able to send my mother home to see her, right?"