Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"I have already met the ruler of Baoxiang Kingdom. When the old man saw Princess Baihuaxiu's letter, he ignored his royal dignity and burst into tears in front of all the civil and military officials. He could not control his emotions. Although he is a royal family, he loves his daughter and misses her, just like all ordinary people."

"Even the king has gray hair and suffers from the pain of being separated from his family for many years. It's really pitiful. How many women in this world are like Princess Baihuaxiu, who is forced to leave her parents, brothers and sisters, and live far away from home for various helpless reasons, to accompany her brutal and tyrannical husband for the rest of her life, and to be humble and fearful all the time in order to gain a little sympathy. How long is the rest of her life, and such endless suffering will not end until death, alas."

As Xuanzang chattered on and on about his feelings, Wen Jiao held the white parrot and followed the bird's guidance to fly to the border of the Kingdom of Hall.

Two legs are no match for four legs. Although Wen Jiao and Gesar set out at the same time, Gesar rode away on his horse. Wen Jiao soon couldn't even see the back of his head, so she had to continue on her own. Fortunately, the white parrot knew the roads in the Kingdom of Hor, although he didn't know much.

"The White Tent King is a descendant of the great hero Saiqing, and is proficient in all kinds of magic. He has set up magic on the border. Except for his own bird messengers, the rest of us birdmen dare not fly over from the sky." The white parrot said, "I can only show you the way here."

The clouds and mists beneath her feet dissipated, and Wen Jiao landed on the ground. She saw a boundless swamp in front of her. In the moonlight that was flickering due to the dark clouds, the place seemed even more dead and gloomy, and she didn't know how many dangers were lurking in it.

The strong smell of blood mixed with the unique stench of the aquatic creatures hit the white parrot in the face, making it sneeze repeatedly. Wen Jiao pinched her index finger and thumb, and a dust-repellent bead appeared between the two fingers, which she passed to the white parrot's mouth. The white parrot swallowed it in one gulp, and then felt a ball of fresh air enveloping itself, isolating the stench: "Follow this stench quickly, it must be King Gesar who is subduing the demon in front."

Even if it didn't tell her, Wen Jiao would go over and take a look. With a thought, a breeze rose under her feet, carrying her toes across the swamp.

Step by step, the water remains still.

She seemed to be walking slowly, but in fact each step covered a distance of several dozen feet. However, within a few breaths, she had seen the source of the smell.

A dark corpse lay before her eyes, three feet tall, with several teeth marks on its body, each of which was followed by a large piece of torn flesh. The dark bones were faintly visible in the irregular flesh, looking miserable and terrifying. Wen Jiao flew into the air and saw clearly that the corpse was actually a giant frog, with claws like a tiger under its webbed feet. If a human was scratched by it, he would be cut in half.

However, this ferocious giant frog seemed to have been bitten to death.

Wen Jiao was silent for a moment, then asked the white parrot uncertainly: "Does your King Gesar like to bite people?"

"King Gesar is not a dog!" protested the white parrot.

"Who bit this frog to death? It looks fresh, so it must have been dead only half an hour ago." Wen Jiao asked in confusion.

The white parrot thought for a moment and said, "It should be Jianggapebu. It is not only the mount of King Gesar, but also his general. When accompanying the king to subdue demons, it encountered fast demons several times. It was happier than King Gesar, leaving the king behind and circling with the demons. When it made the demons exhausted, it would bite off their necks."

Wen Jiao: ...Others have Ferghana horses, but this one is a bloodthirsty BMW.

The smell of the dead frog was so bad that it would take ten days or half a month to get rid of it. But at this moment, the smell was actually very beneficial to Wen Jiao, who didn't know what was ahead. She continued to move forward following the smell, and within ten miles, she saw the body of a Yaksha that had been smashed to pieces by a boulder. Judging from the blood flowing out, it must have been dead for only two incense sticks.

Wen Jiao was shocked and continued to follow the smell. After walking less than fifty miles, she felt the ground beneath her feet trembling faintly. Suddenly, a lion's roar exploded, and in the rosy glow that slowly decorated the sky, the grass on the grassland beneath her feet fell down in concentric circles.

The white parrot was shaken by the explosion and was about to get into Wen Jiao's sleeve. Who knew that just when it flew to the sleeve, a red shadow suddenly hit it and almost slapped it away. The white parrot was about to curse, but saw the red shadow suddenly grow up after landing, and then grow up again, and soon turned into a lion about three meters tall, with a flaming red mane flying fiercely in the morning breeze, and golden eyes shining like two yellow crystal millstones.

The white parrot immediately flew back to Wen Jiao's shoulder politely and said obediently: "This brother is..."

"Her name is Huo Ling'er. She is my mount and also my good sister. I should have introduced you to each other yesterday, but she was still asleep at that time, so I didn't call her. After all, our sister Huo always has a bad temper when she wakes up." Wen Jiao said with a smile.

The white parrot paused for a moment, then waved its wings dryly at Huo Ling'er: "Hello, Master Spirit Beast."

Huo Ling'er was still half asleep and didn't notice the little thing. She just covered her mouth with her huge paws and yawned loudly: "Wen Jiao, I heard the cry of my own kind. It's so annoying."

She leaped towards the direction of the lion's roar and roared back, "Why are you yelling so loudly so early in the morning instead of sleeping properly?"

The divine horse Jiang Gapebu, who was racing with the demon lion, lost his pace because of the roar. The demon lion chasing behind him had stars in front of his eyes. He couldn't help but stop and kept shaking his head to wake himself up.

Gesar on the side immediately drew his bow. A golden light flashed on the bowstring, and a sharp golden arrow was aimed at Huo Linger who suddenly attacked him.

Wen Jiao, who had come over a step behind, saw this and quickly stopped them: "One of us! This is my mount!"

Gesar released the bowstring, and the golden arrow turned into a stream of light and disappeared: "Why are you here too?"

Of course it's on the way.

Wen Jiao avoided answering and only said: "One more person, one more helper. With me here, the king can overcome the obstacles faster."

It seems that she came here specially to help me. This Tang Dynasty woman is really wise and righteous, and much more virtuous than the women of my Ling Country. Gesar thought with some sadness.

While the two were talking, Huo Linger had already jumped in front of the still dizzy demon lion.

The demon lion had black fur, was about five feet tall, and had a scarlet tongue that kept dripping saliva, looking extremely ferocious and terrifying. Compared to it, Huo Ling'er was undoubtedly much more delicate.

She raised her delicate claw and with an extremely un-delicate speed, "bang", like a heavy artillery, smashed the magic lion's crown directly.