Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The restraint of Wen Jiao and Gesar made the newly appointed King of Hor feel embarrassed. In a spirit of extreme hospitality, he gave each of them fifty loads of agate, which were loaded on a hundred strong yaks and escorted by the army. They set out from Hor and headed towards Ling State in a mighty procession.

Another mission of this team was to escort their princess Jizun Yixi to reunite with Wen Jiao. After all, after a simple farewell, Gesar pulled the reins, and the celestial horse carried him to the sky, while Wen Jiao left slowly with a blue cloud shaped like a precious flower rising from her feet.

"Carrying mortals on clouds is like carrying Mount Tai, but I don't have the ability to do so for the time being. I am currently serving as a guardian in the army of Princess Wencheng of the Tang Dynasty. Jizun, you can come to the Tang army camp outside the Lingguo Kingdom to meet me." This was her advice before leaving.

At this moment, Gesar was sitting steadily on the horse's back, holding a green glazed box in his arms, and a trace of timidity passed across his handsome face.

The box contained soil soaked in the blood of the White Tent King's corpse.

He is afraid.

"Does the invincible King of Ling Kingdom also get scared sometimes?" Wen Jiao asked him.

Gesar took a deep breath and said, "I don't know...how to face Aunt Liu and nephew Zara after I go back."

The former is Gyaltsen's mother, and the latter is Gyaltsen's only son.

"And Zhumu, she must hate me to death. Mesa and the others too..." Gesar knocked the box anxiously.

He didn't mean to stay away from Zhu Mu for a long time, but he was repeatedly offered forgetfulness wine by the two concubines when he decided to leave. But this reason couldn't be explained to outsiders. Zhu Mu was jealous, and she would never let it go if she knew what the two women did. Besides, the two concubines did this because they loved him, so what could he say?

However, the price of the three women's jealousy was the sacrifice of Prince Jiacha and the deaths of thousands of Lingguo soldiers. Who can bear this responsibility?

Anyway, Mesa and Adanam couldn't bear it. Once the truth was leaked, Gesar was afraid that they would be torn to pieces by the angry Ling people. As a husband, he had to shoulder all the responsibilities.

He will never be able to repay what he owes to Prince Jiacha in this lifetime.

Wen Jiao looked at him.

Although she didn't know the reason, she knew from her contact with Gesar in the past few days that this king who had a special affection for the Queen would never do such a cold and indifferent act as knowing that the White Tent King was coming to snatch the Pearl Mu but not returning for a long time, which caused countless sacrifices in the Ling Kingdom. The reasons behind this are worth pondering.

This Son of God who was invincible on the battlefield was obviously tormented by all the resentments and hatreds in the love field. However, he could not treat everyone equally, and he was also romantic and amorous, so he could only suffer deeply.

Being dragged down by harem struggles and affecting the previous dynasty is the fate that almost all amorous monarchs must face.

After all, if he only stayed with Zhu Mu, and beauties like Mesa got married, why should he be trapped in the backyard and compete with Zhu Mu for her favor, which would result in both of them being hurt?

But she couldn't say this, after all, Princess Wencheng came to marry him. If she told him to disperse the harem, would Princess Wencheng be sent back the same way?

Although Queen Zhumu also promised that she would voluntarily give up the position of Queen to the princess as long as Gesar was called back, it was not fair to say that she won, and secondly, would Gesar really be willing to do so? Princess Wencheng came to marry, not to make enemies.

This marriage was full of problems, and she felt sorry for Wencheng just thinking about it.

I'll teach her a few more health-preserving techniques after I go back, so that she can be broad-minded, calm and peaceful, maintain a good attitude, maintain good health and prolong her life, have children, and outlast this troublesome family.

The grand and distant conch shells were blown one after another, echoing mournfully in the sky above the kingdom of Ling State, like a sigh full of enlightenment from a hero at the end of his life looking back on his life.

Jiacha's body was placed on the firewood pile, his face was distorted, and it was obvious that he was in great pain when he died. With the support of her daughter-in-law, Princess Daliusi walked to Gesar with staggering steps and handed him a water scoop filled with wine to summon his soul.

Gesar took it with both hands and whispered, "Auntie Liu, I..."

Princess Daliu ignored him and stared at the young man behind Gesar with her cloudy eyes. It took her some effort to barely recognize that it was her grandson Zara, so she took two steps over and gave him another wine gourd.

Jiacha's wife explained in a low voice with uneasiness: "Ama has been crying these days, her eyes and..." She pointed to her head, "It's not good."

Gesar's heart was about to be crushed by guilt. He took a deep breath, opened the lid of the glass box, scattered the blood and mud of the White Tent King's corpse on the ground, and raised the soul-calling wine high, carefully pouring it on the pile of firewood. Behind him, Zara, with tears on her face, also poured the soul-calling wine.

Amid the melodious chanting of monks in red robes, Gesar lit the pile of firewood with torches, and the surging flames instantly engulfed Jiacha's body.

Princess Da Liu stared at the scene, the flames almost dyed her cloudy white pupils red. The sobbing of her daughter-in-law and grandson Zara became louder and louder, and she felt dizzy and dizzy.

She lost consciousness.

Zara was crying. When he saw his grandmother fainted, his heart almost stopped. Before his brain could react, his body had already rushed over. The handsome boy shouted in panic: "Ayi (grandma), wake up! Buddha, someone come and save her!"

People retreated in a chaotic manner. Gesar called for a doctor, but the doctors of Ling State were of low status and had no right to attend this funeral that only nobles could attend. At this moment, they were urgently recruiting people, but they could not come for a while.

In the midst of the chaos, Princess Wencheng stood out from the crowd. As the future princess of Ling State and a princess of a great country, she should be proud and should not be so close to her husband's family before the wedding. But Jiacha had done his best to promote the marriage between the two countries, and he showed her great care on the way here. It was reasonable for her to see him off. Therefore, Princess Wencheng attended the funeral as an envoy of the Tang Dynasty.

She bowed to Gesar with a reserved manner and said, "The old lady looks a little uncomfortable. If the king trusts me, can I take a look at her for you?"

Although Gesar himself had great magical powers, he knew nothing about medicine. When he saw her volunteering, he immediately felt like he had seen a savior and said repeatedly, "Then I'll trouble you, Princess."

Princess Wencheng nodded slightly, walked over and took Concubine Dalius's pulse.

Princess Jiangxia was weak and could not stand the bitter cold in the border areas. She had headaches and fever every now and then. Princess Wencheng often read medical books so that she could discuss her mother's condition with the doctors in the army, so she was quite knowledgeable about medicine.

After taking her pulse, Princess Wencheng knew that she was old and weak and had fainted due to excessive grief. She took out a Suhexiang pill from her sachet and gave it to her. Seeing Zara crying beside her, she handed him a silk handkerchief and said, "Wipe your face. Ayi will wake up soon."

Farther away, Yuan Tiangang looked at this scene and suddenly said, "The ruler of Ling State has no flesh in his eyes and not enough children."

Although Wen Jiao didn't know how to read faces, she could still understand the literal meaning of the term "Children's Palace". She was stunned for the moment: "You mean..."

Yuan Tiangang knew that she understood what he meant, and he nodded slightly, with a smile on his lips.