Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

When Wen Jiao said this, Xiao Bailong became anxious and angry, fearing that he would not be able to prove his innocence even with eight mouths. Xuanzang felt even more ashamed.

He couldn't prove that he was himself, and he couldn't prove that Xiao Bailong and Bajie were really his disciples and not demons. Unless Wukong was willing to put aside the past and come back with Bajie, he could prove his innocence. But he had sworn a poisonous oath before, and if Wukong really came back, wouldn't he go to hell?

Besides, it is still unknown whether Wukong is willing to come back to save him.

This eminent monk who became famous at a young age truly experienced what it meant to be unable to defend oneself.

Over there, Wen Jiao was absent-minded for a moment after she finished speaking, then smiled disheartenedly, "If Sun Dasheng was still protecting Xuanzang, how could he have fallen into such a state? After all, good fortune and misfortune come from nowhere, and he only brought it upon himself."

Speaking of this, she also felt a little sad.

Although I am partial to Wukong out of admiration, I have been giving Xuanzang instructions and teachings since the time in Chang'an, and I have been communicating with him every day after Xuanzang went west. Was it just to make Wukong live a more comfortable life?

In the end, he was still misunderstood as being too controlling of his son, and in Xuanzang's eyes he became the mountain that had to be overthrown in order to prove his manliness. What a failure.

It can be seen that what is coming cannot be avoided.

Her slightly trembling voice penetrated into Xuanzang's ears, and Xuanzang's body trembled and he lowered his head.

Good fortune and bad fortune come from no door, they are only brought upon oneself. He chewed these eight words over and over again, and suddenly felt a pain like a thousand arrows piercing his heart. His limbs went limp, and the whole tiger involuntarily collapsed to the ground.

He really deserves to die because of his jealousy of talented people that he could not tell anyone about, his listening to slander, his driving away of loyal people, and his suspicion of family relationships.

It is his retribution that he has fallen to the situation where mother and son kill each other without knowing each other.

The solitary moon hung high in the sky, illuminating his dejected figure waiting to die. A black cloud passed by, blocking the moonlight and making him feel even more lonely.

Under the same icy moon, the infinite plateau is brightly lit.

In the moonlight, Ji Zun knocked on Wen Jiao's door. Facing Wen Jiao's stunned gaze, she said calmly, "Goddess, I want to be your disciple. I have 500 kilograms of tiger-patterned agate and 500 yaks as a dowry. I will offer them all to you, Goddess. Please accept me."

Wen Jiao was frightened. At the previous banquet, Jizun was clearly flirting with Gesar. How could it be so short a time before he was going to join her sect with his dowry?

She only sent an incarnation to Baoxiang Kingdom, not the entire country. She also paid attention to everything going on there. Could there be something that she didn't notice?

"These riches should be taken by Miss Jizun to her future husband's family," she said tactfully.

Ji Zun said resolutely: "I have made up my mind to serve the goddess for the rest of my life and I no longer have any thoughts of getting married."

Wen Jiao became interested and motioned for her to sit down: "Miss Ji Zun is in her prime, and comes from a noble family. She should be enjoying all the glory and wealth. Why would she have such lonely thoughts?"

Ji Zun smiled bitterly and said, "If I say that I calculated it, will the goddess laugh at me?"

She took out two dice from her bosom and knocked one on the table with a muffled sound. "If I marry my beloved Alang, I can enjoy wealth and glory, but I may not have a happy and loving life. Even if I do, it is not what I expected. But the most important thing is that in a few years, the world will definitely not know my name, Jizun Yeshi."

This was the fate she had predicted after marrying Gesar as his concubine.

She placed another dice on top of this one: "But if I can follow you, even if I have to give up some worldly pleasures, I will be able to take my current position one step further. I will be respected by everyone while I am alive, and I will be worshipped by believers after my death, even after thousands of years."

"Jizun Yeshi is the most famous wise master in the Kingdom of Hor. I believe in the results of my divination." She said with a sharp sense of pride, her chin slightly raised.

Such strong self-confidence without any internal friction reminded Wen Jiao of someone, but this person had gradually become tainted with lust and greed since he met her.

Wen Jiao looked at Ji Zun, as if she was looking at an ambitious young Yuan Tiangang. She said gently: "You have great confidence in me. I am just a cultivator. I came to the Wuliang Plateau by the order of the emperor. I don't even know whether I can ascend to heaven in the future."

“There is no way that Jizun Yeshi could have made a mistake,” Jizun said proudly.

More and more alike.

Wen Jiao lowered her eyebrows and smiled, then raised her head: "Then I'll lend you my auspicious words."

Ji Zun was stunned: "The goddess is willing to accept me?"

Wen Jiao said, "You are willing to sacrifice all your wealth and leave no way out for yourself, which shows your determination; you are willing to leave a name for thousands of years and give up worldly pleasures, which shows your high aspirations. If I don't accept a disciple like you, it would be my fault." She smiled and said, "But to become my disciple, you must agree to three rules."

Although Ji Zun didn't understand the term "three rules of conduct", he guessed her tone and knew it was about the sect's rules and regulations, so he hurriedly said, "Just tell me."

"The first rule is that you are not allowed to mention the goddess of heaven all the time. I am just a Yunmen Xiazi who seeks the truth. It is presumptuous and deceitful to claim to be a fairy. Do you understand?" Wen Jiao said.

"But, I clearly calculated..." Ji Zun was a little dissatisfied.

Wen Jiao said, "The future is the future after all, we just want to do well in the present."

Ji Zun was finally convinced and said, "Then I will just call you Master from now on."

Wen Jiao said, "Second, all things are born naturally, neither high nor low, and in front of the Great Dao, all are nothing but straw dogs. So if you join my sect, you must abandon your life of having servants like clouds and having someone take care of everything for you. Can you do it?"

Ji Zun struggled for a while, then gritted his teeth and said, "I can do it." Since she was born, she has been served by a group of female slaves for eating, dressing, and sleeping. This kind of life is as natural to her as drinking water and breathing. When she first talks about giving it up, she can't help but feel scared. But thinking about the future, it is reasonable to sacrifice some material enjoyment for this.

There is gain and loss, there is no such thing as having everything perfect in the world. A person has only two hands, if he is unwilling to let go of everything and only wants to hold it tightly in his hands, how much can he hold in the end?

With Ji Zun's wisdom, he thought this through very clearly.

Her behavior reminded Wen Jiao of the former Princess Gaoyang. If this Tang princess had been as willing as Ji Zun, she would not have rejected him. However, he just wanted to use her as a springboard to avoid marriage, and regarded becoming a nun as a fresh and fashionable holiday experience. He wanted to come and go as he pleased, leaving a mess for others to clean up. So she naturally had no choice but to stay away from him.

Thinking of this, Wen Jiao really liked Ji Zun more and more: "The third one..."

Ji Zun listened attentively, but saw her brows wrinkled, as if startled by something: "Master, what's wrong with you?"

Wen Jiao came back to her senses: "Nothing."

Baoxiang Kingdom, the reception pavilion outside the royal city.

A man dressed as an official bowed to Wen Jiao several times and said with a sad face, "The king learned this morning that the fairy came to our Baoxiang Kingdom last night. He shouted that we were neglected and scolded us, saying that we neglected the master. Now he has prepared a feast and asked us to invite the fairy to the palace. If we can't invite her, we will be banished from the royal city. I beg the fairy to move away!"