Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

It is easy to kill a leader, but how to deal with the country of the lost leader is a big problem.

Gesar glanced at the White Tent King with a complicated expression, then suddenly turned his head and said to the people of Hor: "I, King Gesar of Ling, came back only to avenge Brother Jiacha and thousands of warriors of Ling. Now that the White Tent King is dead, I stand here, and his loyal subjects can challenge me."

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. The White Tent King had started a war to marry the beauty of the Ling Kingdom, which had cost the people money and labor, and had already caused dissatisfaction among the people. However, they had endured it because of the White Tent King's bravery and ruthless methods. Moreover, Simba, the most loyal general to him, had already died in the war. Judging from the description at that time and the situation today, it was probably the fairy named Jingrong Zhenren who did it. Simba couldn't beat her, let alone they were not as good as Simba?

As for Gesar's bravery, everyone saw it clearly in the battle just now, and no one really wanted to experience it again.

For a moment, there was silence everywhere.

Gesar looked around, waited for a while, nodded, and suddenly smiled, revealing two rows of white agate-like teeth. He was already the most handsome man in Lingguo, and with this smile, he was so handsome that it was impossible to look at him directly: "It seems that no one has any objection. Then, let's discuss the next issue - at sunrise tomorrow, I will gather all the ministers and nobles in the Kingdom of Hol Kingdom to elect a new King of Hol Kingdom. You can go now, and see you in the palace tomorrow morning."

People dispersed in a rush, with some fear, some anxiety, and some excitement. When Gesar saw that there was no one around, he recovered himself and lifted the shawl covering the face of the White Tent King. Seeing that he was still breathing, he couldn't help but frown: "He is not dead yet."

Wen Jiao said, "I know, but he has no power to fight back. If we continue to waste our energy, it will only wear out our ability to deter the Hall people. It's better to hold it back for now and slowly find a way to kill him."

Gesar said worriedly, "Once the nobles of our Wuliang Plateau have mastered their magic to a very high level, they will entrust their souls to something. As long as the soul-entrusting object exists, the person will not die. Judging from the appearance of the White Tent King, he should also have his own soul-entrusting object. Before we find this thing, none of us can kill him."

What a soul object is is usually known only to oneself and the people one is very close to and trusts. For example, Gesar's soul object is the three eternal snow-capped mountains outside the Lingguo Fortress, and this secret is only known to Zhumu. What the soul object of the White Tent King is, only God knows.

After Wen Jiao got Ha Xiang's memory, she also knew this characteristic of the people of the plateau. So she was careful when killing Simba. Not only did she kill him, but she also killed the black-feathered crane that escaped from Simba's body when he died. When she found that the White Tent King could not be killed, she also had some guesses in her heart. Seeing that Gesar also thought so, she thought for a while and said, "If you can't kill him, it's the same to kill this body."

This was beyond Gesar's comprehension. He was surprised and asked, "How should I do this?"

Wen Jiao waved the Tianfang Treasure Mirror, and the dark and clear light turned a few times. A faint white smoke appeared from the seven orifices of the White Tent King, swirling on his face, and unwillingly being drawn by the clear light, condensing in front of the mirror into a figure that rippled like water waves. The mirror surface was heavy, and the reflection was clearly the face of the White Tent King.

Wen Jiao's eyes fixed, and the mirror instantly shot out a beam of light, swallowing up the figure.

The Tianfang Treasure Mirror has a page of the Book of Life and Death as its core, and its ability to gather Yin and lock souls is no less than the chains of the Black and White Impermanence. Although the White Tent King had demonic powers when he was alive, facing this law that determines life and death, he has no power to fight back.

At the moment his soul left his body, the White Tent King's broken body tilted, his blood and qi were cut off, and soon it turned into a pool of pus and blood.

"Gulp." Gesar looked at the bloodstain on the ground and couldn't help swallowing.

Soul-hosting objects are the only way for the mighty men on the plateau to save their lives, and no one has ever been able to break it. If Jiacha was not a mixed-blood, he would not be able to cultivate soul-hosting objects, and he would not be easily killed by Simba's conspiracy. Gesar himself also has a soul-hosting object, and he thinks that his life is as stable as Mount Xumi. Seeing that Wen Jiao actually had the means to bypass the soul-hosting object and destroy the body of the White Tent King, even if the White Tent King's soul is not destroyed, he can only be a small and powerless ghost from now on. He was a little scared when the rabbit died and the fox mourned.

"Ah!" A terrified scream came from a distance. The two turned around and saw a beautiful woman in a light blue silk robe and a bright yellow satin ribbon around her waist. She was staring at the pool of blood of the incarnation of the White Tent King with her pretty eyes wide open. Her slightly dark face was full of horror.

Gesar and Wen Jiao looked over at the same time. Gesar's eyes seemed like a lion locking onto its opponent, while Wen Jiao's gaze was like a gardener seeing a rare flower.

Under these four gazes, the girl turned pale and her chest rose and fell sharply. She took several deep breaths before she regained her composure and walked forward quickly: "I am Jizun Yixi, the daughter of Prince Garberna of the Hor Kingdom." She took out two silk hadas from her arms, and presented one to Gesar respectfully, and the other to Wen Jiao respectfully, "Greetings to the Lion King and the Demon-Subduing Goddess."

Whether it was Lingguo’s Queen Senjiang Zhumu or this Horguo’s Jizun Yeshi, they all called her the Heavenly Maiden. And this Jizun Yeshi went a step further and even gave her a title.

Wen Jiao's tone was slightly deep, and she said thoughtfully: "Demon Subduing Goddess, but I'm not called that."

The breeze made the red fox fur on Jizun's collar flutter, and her beautiful face was full of piety: "I received divine revelation in my dream the night before last. A lion wearing a crown came from the snowy mountains in the south and overturned the roof of the White Tent King's palace. The sky in the east lit up with golden clouds in the shape of snakes and turtles, and a goddess holding a sword to subdue demons descended from the clouds. Jizun Yeshi's divination is the best in the Kingdom of Hor, and his dreams have never been wrong."

She looked at the land soaked in blood, and it was hard to tell whether it was sadness or anger in her clear eyes: "Two years ago, I advised the King of the White Tent not to attack Ling Kingdom and snatch Senjiang Zhumu. The golden-winged bird of Ling Kingdom would break his banner. But he didn't listen, and thought I was jealous because he didn't choose me as his new concubine."

Gesar looked at her carefully for a few seconds and said sincerely, "It is hard to understand why our country, which has such an outstanding beauty like you, would mobilize troops to snatch the concubine of another country."

Ji Zun looked a little embarrassed. In fact, after the death of Han Fei, the ministers of the Kingdom of Hall did propose that the White Tent King marry her as his concubine, but the rough and conceited king rejected it outright: "I don't like women who are too smart. They always like to be the boss of their husbands. A self-righteous woman is not good, no matter how beautiful she is."