Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"Tiger demon, you killed my son. I hate you as much as the sea. Wash your head and wait for me to take it off!"

A Niang's clear shout burst out from the sound transmission note, containing a murderous intent as sharp as a knife. Xuan Zang felt as if he had been stabbed dozens of times, and the pain was so severe that he couldn't even make a sound. His heartbeat stopped for a few beats, and he subconsciously wanted to explain, but the heat of the sound transmission note had quickly dissipated, and in an instant it was no different from an ordinary piece of waste paper without any temperature.

A Niang cut off the connection.

After realizing this fact, Xuanzang's hair suddenly stood up and he let out a long howl of pain from the bottom of his throat.

The guard was caught in the act of roaring by a tiger in his sleep. He was so frightened that he almost ran away. He turned over and said angrily, "Why are you yelling, you beast? Even if the prince consort says he will deal with you tomorrow, I will beat you to death tonight for disturbing my sleep!" As he said that, he picked up a stick as thick as his arm and hit the guard without thinking.

He was famous for his strength in Baoxiang State, so he was assigned to guard this "tiger monster". If he swung his arms and hit people like this, even the strongest adult warriors would be beaten to the point of seeing stars.

The animal cage was not very spacious, and Xuanzang could not even turn over inside it, let alone hide. He could only grit his teeth and endure it. Soon he was beaten all over his body, and even though his body was covered by the tiger's fur, he didn't know how many bruises and swellings he had.

The guard's hands were sore from beating the beast, so he threw away the stick and tried to catch up on his sleep. He cursed into the cage, "You beast, if you scream again, I'll kill you and skin you to make clothes." As he spoke, he kicked the cage twice.

He was only halfway through the third kick when his body went limp, and then he flew into the air and landed on the blanket beside him. He closed his eyes, breathed evenly, and fell asleep again.

The air suddenly became eerily quiet.

Xuanzang moved the two tiger paws holding his head downward, revealing one eye, and secretly peeked out of the cage. The bright green skirt had delicate folds like water waves, and the precious flowers on the silk shoes under the skirt were embroidered with tiny pearls strung with gold thread, shining brightly in the night.

Looking up again, she had a goose yellow silk belt around her waist, pearl necklaces around her body, skin as white as snow, and willow-leaf eyes as black as ink. She was staring at him sternly, her eyes as cold as an ice knife.

It’s my mother!

She slowly pulled down a gold and green bracelet from her arm, and with a shake of her palm, a long sword appeared in her hand. The sword shone fiercely, as if a piece of angry thunder was held in her hand.

"Tiger demon!" she shouted, "Give me back my son's life!"

After saying this, he swung his sword and cut off the top of the animal cage.

Xuanzang had no doubt that if that sword landed on him, he would be chopped into pulp in an instant. He had given up hope of finding out the truth, and seeing Wen Jiao's wrist turn, the second sword was ready to go, so he had no choice but to jump out of the cage, relying on the tiger's strength to retreat and escape.

"Still want to run? Watch out for the sword!" Wen Jiao's voice came from behind. Xuan Zang ran away like crazy. Even when he was chased by his uncle wielding a weapon and had to flee in the courtyard of Jingye Temple, he had never run as badly as he did today. Suddenly, he felt the sound of wind and a burning air approaching. Xuan Zang's 36,000 tiger hairs and tail were all frightened and stood straight.

If he really accepted this, he would definitely die!

He stopped running forward and turned around, threw himself at the wall beside him and jumped over it. But he heard a loud noise behind him, and it turned out that the sword had destroyed a big hole in the wall.

"Tiger demon, don't run away. Pay for my son's life!" Wen Jiao's shouting voice approached quickly.

Xuanzang was so frightened that he had no time to distinguish the roads. He would run into any road he saw and jump over the wall if there was no road. He finally managed to avoid the swords. The noise made by the two "people" was not small, and soon a lot of palace slaves were startled. When they saw the tiger demon captured by the "prince consort" in the daytime running around, they were so scared that their legs went limp, and they could hear the cries of "help" all the time.

The patrolling guards arrived soon and saw the "tiger demon" running away without thinking, followed by a beautiful woman with brilliant brilliance, and it looked as if it was going to chop Xuanzang into eight pieces. One of the guards stepped forward and shouted, "Are you here to subdue this tiger demon, Fairy? What should I call you?"

Wen Jiao kept chasing Xuanzang while saying, "I am the Immortal Jingrong, who was appointed by the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. My son Xuanzang went to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures, but I don't know why the token of faith ended up in the possession of this beast. This beast must have killed my son and taken his token. I will definitely avenge my son!"

The noise soon spread throughout the palace. Except for the king and queen's bedrooms, which were important places and must not be disturbed after nightfall, almost every other place knew the news.

In the Yin'an Palace, the handsome prince consort transformed by the yellow-robed monster was being served by eighteen beautiful palace maids. He was drinking heartily. When he heard the noise, the effect of the alcohol wore off a little, and he jumped to the clouds and looked down. He saw Wen Jiao chasing Xuanzang with a sword. The momentum was like a thunder and fire killing god. The alcohol sobered up a little: "The sword light is like a dragon or a snake. It looks like a magic weapon from the lineage of the Zhenwu Emperor. Is this woman his disciple? Looking at the posture of the three flowers gathering at the top of the head and the five qi returning to the origin, I'm afraid she is only half a step away from ascending."

He shuddered, "I am in the mortal world, so I can't meet the descendants of Zhenwu. It's no joke to be reported." He turned around and headed straight for his own Wanzi Mountain Boyue Cave. On the way, he couldn't help laughing secretly, "The Great Emperor Zhenwu is also known as the Heavenly Lord of Subduing Demons. His disciples are incompatible with demons. Tang Monk, oh Tang Monk, you have run into his disciples and your life will be in danger. Who told you to meddle in other people's business and break up my happy couple?"

In the Jinting Inn, Xiaobailong heard someone shouting in the daytime: "Tang Monk is a tiger spirit." He was confused and wanted to discuss with Bajie and Sha Monk how to rescue his master, but they never showed up. After enduring until the second watch, he still didn't see his two brothers. Xiaobailong had to retreat from his horse form, return to his dragon form, and fly to the palace, intending to wait for an opportunity to rescue Tang Monk.

Who knew that when he reached the air above the palace, he looked down and saw his master being chased by a woman dressed in Eastern clothes. Seeing that the sword was about to hit him, the little white dragon had no choice but to fly down, stretch out a dragon claw that was harder than iron, and catch the sword.

The lightning flashes, hot and bright like flying stars.

Little White Dragon felt that the claw that blocked the sword was about to be burned and melted, and he felt great pain. He thought, and saw a rainbow of water coming from the sky above the Imperial Garden, connecting with the dragon claw. The coolness of the spring water in the Imperial Garden slowly extinguished the fire on the dragon claw. Little White Dragon's pain subsided, and he saw that several dragon scales on the dragon claw were burned black, and the pain suddenly turned into heartache.

He glared at Wen Jiao, and took a breath to judge each other's strength. The next moment he suppressed his anger and spoke humbly: "Master, my master is not a tiger spirit, but a monk who was summoned by Guanyin Bodhisattva and sent to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures by the order of the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty in the East. Is there any misunderstanding?"

Wen Jiao put away her sword, looked at him, then looked at the tiger version of Xuanzang hiding behind him and looking at him furtively, and said with a fake smile: "Oh, you don't have much ability, but you have accomplices?"