Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Guangfufang, Xuanji Pavilion.

Dense green bamboos surround the small pavilion. When the wind blows, the sound of dragons can be heard.

Fengji carried a large lunch box home and saw his dying master from a distance, lying on the stone table in the pavilion, with a pile of scattered calculation papers under his elbow. Fengji skillfully used the moving magic, and the pile of calculation papers flew into the air, fluttering like white butterflies, and soon arranged them in chronological order, and fell one by one on the stone chair opposite. The top sheet had only a few lines of dripping ink.

"On the south side of the Jing River and the Wei River, facing Taibai Mountain in the south, with mountains on the east and west and nine peaks surrounding it, may the holy text prosper forever." Feng Ji recited silently, feeling that the ink characters seemed to contain an endless and majestic force that suddenly pressed down on his head, overwhelming him so much that he had the urge to bow down in worship for a moment.

The calculated results of Feng Shui alone are so powerful.

Feng Ji's face turned pale, not daring to look any further. He put the food box down, opened it, and laid out the dishes one by one: "Master, here are your favorite pheasant chicken wontons, shepherd's purse soup, soft beef intestines, Xiaoyao roasted pork, and jade dew dumplings."

The man's fingertips trembled, and he suddenly raised his head, pounced on the dishes on the table like a devil, and started to eat voraciously. Because he ate too fast, he choked and rolled his eyes. Fengji sighed and poured him tea: "Master, will you starve to death if you eat slower?"

The answer was the rapid sound of chopsticks dropping like raindrops. Feng Ji looked up at the sky sadly: "How could this fox fairy be so blinded by the desire for fame and fortune that I went to Yuan Tiangang, a starving ghost, to ask for a life? I was so obsessed that I agreed to serve him for a hundred years, a hundred years! Only three years have passed and this fox fairy can't stand him anymore! How am I going to survive the remaining ninety-seven years?" It turned out that this master was Yuan Tiangang, the famous fortune teller of the Tang Dynasty who currently served as the Huoshan Order.

Like a whirlwind, only half of the dishes on the table were left in the blink of an eye. Yuan Tiangang, who had already eaten, took a deep breath and moved his chopsticks much more slowly: "The intestines don't taste right."

Feng Ji's eyebrows jumped: "It was snatched away not long after it came out of the pot, what's wrong with that?"

The owner looked puzzled, "It smells like something that belongs to someone else."

I know you are picky. You won't eat soft beef intestines unless they are from Wei's restaurant, and you won't eat Yulu dumplings and wontons unless they are from Zhou's restaurant... When I first worked for you, I remembered all those dietary taboos. This fox king's brain was in a knot. But I didn't expect you to be so picky that you can even taste this?

Feng Ji said angrily, "When I went there, there was only one portion left, and it was bought by a girl. No matter how I persuaded her, she refused to sell it, so I had to steal it. After all, I am the dignified Fox King. Who am I doing this kind of petty theft for? Yuan Tiangang, if you think second-hand food is not fresh, don't eat it!"

Yuan Tiangang was so angry that he almost shrunk an inch. He silently picked up another piece of sausage from his bowl, showing that he didn't mind it. But before Fengji's expression improved, he remembered, "Did you pay me?"

Feng Ji finally exploded: "I gave it to her, I gave it to her! I paid her seventy times the price! Eat yours, if you keep nagging I'll give you to her too!"

Yuan Tiangang's eyelids jumped, thinking that this sentence seemed to have a mystery. He subconsciously wanted to start the class, but he saw Fengji's livid face from the corner of his eyes, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. These days, it's not easy to find a servant like Fengji who can do everything except cooking. Before Fengji, he had used more than a dozen servants, and in the end, none of them were not driven away by his picky taste and cleanliness. If Fengji was driven away again, he would have to find someone else. It was unknown whether he could find someone so satisfactory.

So he lowered his head and concentrated on eating. When he was full, he forgot about the thought that had just occurred to him.

So he overlooked the fact that there is a low-probability event in this world called a prophecy coming true.

On the day when the Chen family was forced by Yin Yuan to return the property, at the request of Yin Wenjiao, Wenjiao went to Jingye Temple to meet Xuanzang.

Xuanzang entered the Buddhist monastery and should have nothing to do with the secular world, but how could no one pay attention to the grandson of the Yin family? Whenever there was any movement, local officials would leak the news to the prime minister's residence in order to curry favor. Half a month ago, Xuanzang left Jinshan Temple and traveled to Jingye Temple in Chang'an to register. He did not go to Chen's house to see his biological father, nor did he come to the prime minister's residence to pay homage to his grandfather. No one knew whether he knew about his parents' divorce, and even less knew what attitude he would have towards his parents' severance of ties after knowing it.

Wen Jiao didn't care, but Yin Wen Jiao was nervous. This nervous attitude was soon noticed by the maids. Su Xin was very excited and took the opportunity to suggest: "Miss, it's rare for you to go out, you should dress up well to show the style of our prime minister's mansion."

Buddha bless you, young lady, please don't insist on going out bare-faced any more. For dozens of days in a row, I could only apply makeup on young lady's face. It was a small matter that my exquisite makeup skills were useless. It would be bad if the Duke and his wife thought that they were deliberately neglecting young lady, or that young lady wanted to become a nun. Apart from nuns, what kind of woman would not wear makeup and only wear a hairpin? Female Taoist priests also wear crowns!

Wen Jiao felt her scalp tighten when she heard this, and she frowned subconsciously. Seeing that she did not refuse immediately, Su Xin immediately took advantage of the situation and said, "Miss, you have fair skin, so you don't need to put on powder. Just use a little rouge on your cheeks and lips, and then make your eyebrows thinner and longer."

After these days of getting used to each other, Mingxin also figured out Wen Jiao's preferences. Seeing that Suxin seemed to have a chance of persuading her, Mingxin quickly chimed in: "If Miss really doesn't like flashy clothes, why don't you wear that willow-leaf yellow dress? There is a set of jasper jewelry, the color is like lake water, it will definitely look refreshing with this dress."

"Can't I dress up as usual?" Wen Jiao hesitated. She had been learning swordsmanship these days, so for the sake of simplicity, she simply wore Hu clothing, with no other decorations on her head except for the Ruyi Lotus Flower Hairpin. She felt very dashing and neat. "I'm just going to burn incense, and I won't see anyone else. Should I dress up for the monks?"

Su Xin shook her head, disagreeing: "Monks are the most snobbish. I've heard that there are many people in this industry who are greedy for money. They always make up nonsense to coax believers to give them money. On the surface, they are outsiders, pretending to be masters, but secretly they have everything, including houses, land, maids and wives. Ordinary rich people don't live as happily as they do. The young lady likes simplicity and naturalness. People with vision will naturally know that the young lady has noble and unworldly interests, but she was seen by those playboy monks and made a fuss. Outsiders even thought that our Duke's Mansion was in a bad shape."

The so-called pure monks are actually rare since ancient times. Nowadays, there are many people who use the name of temples to make money. It was not uncommon in ancient times. Later, Emperor Wuzong of Tang was determined to destroy Buddhism, because the Buddhist sect had accumulated a lot of wealth. Wen Jiao also knew these, but she really couldn't imagine that a simple dressing problem could be linked to the problem of corruption in Buddhism. She couldn't help but admire Su Xin's ability to make a big deal out of it: "Just do as you say."