Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

There was a chirping sound in her ears, but it turned into an earring swinging in her ear. Wukong whispered to Wen Jiao, "Master, this is Little White Dragon, the third prince of the Dragon King of the West Sea, and was given to Master as a mount by the Bodhisattva Avalokitesvara. If it hadn't usually appeared as a horse, it would have been the second disciple among our group of brothers, and the hot guy would have been the third."

Wen Jiao transmitted the message: "When Xuan Zang wanted to expel you, did he ever say a good word for you?"

Wukong was silent for a moment.

In the pilgrimage team, Sha Seng was not the only one who turned a blind eye to the matter and watched with indifference without thinking of the friendship of his comrades. Compared with Tang Seng who listened to the instigation of the monk and then killed the donkey, Zhu Bajie, who harmed others for his own benefit and fought for power, was a different kind of hateful person.

She looked at the little white dragon that had petrified in an instant. Her left hand holding the sword did not move, but her right hand shook, and the bracelet slipped off, revealing a piece of the sword with a hazy light. She held the sword in her right hand, like holding up a swimming dragon of cloud light.

The Dragon Snake Sword passed down to her by the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable was called a sword, but it was actually two Yin and Yang swords, one was the Electric Snake, and the other was the Cloud Dragon. In the past, due to her limited cultivation and the fact that she had never encountered a strong enemy, she had only used the Snake Sword. Today, she used the Dragon Sword for the first time, and in an instant, clouds surged and thunder roared, and there was an illusion of dragons roaring and snakes hissing.

"According to Tang law, the murderer shall be beheaded, and the accomplice shall be strangled." She said in a deep voice, "This tiger demon killed my son. Since you are his accomplice, you shall die together with him!"

Little White Dragon was confused and asked anxiously, "Is there some misunderstanding here? My master usually takes a detour when he sees an ant, so why would he kill the son of a real person?"

Wen Jiao deliberately didn't explain it to him, and only said: "Now there is physical evidence, no matter how eloquent you are, you can't deny it, and die quickly!"

After saying this, she swung her snake sword, and a cage formed out of lightning, intending to lock the dragon and the tiger in. Seeing that she was being unreasonable, the little white dragon dared not to resist, so he gritted his teeth, used his tail to wrap around the tiger that Xuanzang had transformed into, and was about to fly into the sky.

Unexpectedly, the dragon and the tiger only flew halfway into the air, and their speed slowed down by several beats. It turned out that Xuanzang was a mortal, and carrying a mortal to the sky was like carrying Mount Tai, which was extremely heavy. When the monsters kidnapped people, they had to blow a strange wind and carry the people away half flying and half lying on the ground. The little white dragon had no experience and was eager to escape, so he subconsciously wanted to take Xuanzang with him to fly, but he was dragged down halfway. When he wanted to create a gust of wind to carry him away, the electric cage had already caught up. The lightning grew, and it swallowed the dragon and the tiger and dragged them back to the ground.

Wen Jiao's eyelids were slightly red. She said to the guards who were watching tremblingly by the wall in the distance: "Please inform the king of your country. These tiger monsters and dragon monsters killed my son. I want to kill them on a certain day to sacrifice my son's soul. Now I will take the two monsters away and keep them by my side. If your king has any advice, he can come to the reception pavilion at the foot of the west mountain outside the city."

She had liked the place when she came here. The scenery was quiet and the wooden pavilion was clean. It was a good place to stay temporarily.

After that, she held the electric cage containing a dragon and a tiger in one hand and walked away slowly. She said she walked slowly, but in fact, with each step she took, she appeared lightly ten feet away in the next moment. Her sleeves fluttered, and she was calm and elegant. Everyone looked at her back as she disappeared at the end of the palace road, their eyes full of admiration, as if they were looking at a god.

Wukong huddled beside Wen Jiao's earlobe, and seeing this scene, he laughed so hard that he fell down, thinking to himself: My master is really good at acting. It's obvious that she can't carry my master on the clouds, but she has to act like a master, and look how she has fooled these mortals!

Prince Galberna's estate.

After the dance, Jizun returned to his room and changed into a new dress, dressed brilliantly, and went to toast Gesar. Facing the beautiful eyes of the girl, Gesar's eyes were somewhat evasive, and he glanced at the seat beside him from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

The woman whom she called the Demon-Subduing Goddess was sitting there before, but she just left not long ago.

King Galberna gave her a look, and Jizun understood and retreated to another place. After a while, the maid who had just poured wine beside her father came over and whispered to her, "There is nothing between that woman and King Gesar. She has a son, who is said to be born to a university scholar in Tangtu."

Jizun's complexion improved a little, but not completely. She asked the maid, "Am I beautiful?"

The maid immediately flattered her, "The princess is the most gorgeous Gesang flower in the Kingdom of Hor. The finest agate stone cannot take away one tenth of her beauty. Any man would be fascinated by her when he sees her."

Jizun frowned and thought: But King Gesar refused to look me in the eye, and it was obvious that he still had some affection for me. What did he mean?

She lowered her head and thought for a while, then said to the maid, "Tell my father that I am tired and will go back to sleep first. Let him entertain King Gesar." Then she went back to her room, ordered all the maids to leave, and found three dice from the box. Each dice looked like jade but not jade, like wood but not wood, and had a faint misty glow. Jizun took a deep breath, silently thinking about the description of the goddess of good fortune, and suddenly said, "Om, Mahasiliye, Swah!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she threw the dice. The black dice rolled several times and finally stopped. Ji Zun counted: one, three, six, a total of ten points.

There was a slight annoyance on her pretty face. In dice divination, seventeen is auspicious, five, seven, nine, eleven, thirteen, and fifteen are auspicious, and ten is a mediocre middle hexagram, neither auspicious nor ominous.

But she was calculating the fate of her marriage with Gesar. If it was auspicious, they would be a happy couple. If it was inauspicious, she would give up. What was the point of calculating such a mediocre marriage?

She pondered for a long while, not knowing what she was thinking of. Her expression gradually became hesitant and struggling. Suddenly, a glimmer of enlightenment flashed in her eyes. She chanted the mantra of the Goddess of Good Fortune again and threw the dice.

She lowered her eyes and didn't look at the result for a long time. I don't know if she was afraid to see it or she was reluctant to give up something. After a long time, Ji Zun finally plucked up the courage and looked at the dice.

Five, seven, and five are all auspicious numbers. Two of them make seventeen, which is very lucky.

Ji Zun let out a breath, his expression complicated.

This time she was asking about the future fortune of the "Demon-Subduing Goddess".

She clenched the dice tightly in her palm and whispered, "I know what to do."

Wen Jiao sat quietly in the reception pavilion outside the capital of Baoxiang Kingdom, her eyes slightly closed. Outside the pavilion was a huge electric cage, inside which was trapped a dejected tiger and a listless dragon.

Suddenly, a breeze blew by, and a figure suddenly appeared in the dark night. He was wearing monk's robes and shoes, with a fat body and a hideous pig's head. He confirmed again and again that Wen Jiao did not notice his presence, then he quietly touched the edge of the cage and whispered: "Master, is that you, Master?"

The tiger immediately raised his head, with a human-like excited expression on his face, and opened his mouth, but said nothing. It was the little dragon who spoke, "Second Brother."