Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

After listening to Wen Jiao's story, Xuanzang was shocked.

Although Princess Gaoyang's father was the Emperor of Tang, and Monk Bianji's master was the younger brother of Tang, who was appointed by the Emperor, these two seemed to be a good match at first glance. But this did not mean that His Majesty would be happy to recognize him as a "son-in-law".

A married princess and an unmarried monk are having an affair. It would be strange if His Majesty would swallow such a topic that would raise his blood pressure! The princess is his biological child, so he can get away with it by just punishing her. But Bian Ji is not his biological child.

When Your Majesty was young, he was the mighty King of Qin, the god of death who was feared by all!

"Mother, you must find a way to save Bian Ji!" Xuanzang was so anxious that his voice became hoarse. If it were not for the difficulty of turning back on the journey to obtain the scriptures, he would have wanted to go back to Chang'an himself right now.

The voices of other disciples soon spread through the sound transmission note. Bajie said excitedly, "Master's former disciple is in trouble. How can we, as his disciples, just ignore him? I, Old Pig, will fly to Chang'an to meet this arrogant princess on behalf of Senior Brother Bianji..."

"Shut up, you idiot!" Wukong shouted, "For a trivial matter like this, my master has her own way to solve it. Why would you mess up?"

Bajie grumbled and dared not speak again. After experiencing the ordeal with the Yellow Robe Monster, he was completely convinced by this senior brother. Even if they quarreled with each other on weekdays, he would not dare to provoke the senior brother if he got angry.

Wen Jiao smiled: "I don't have any idea, but my second disciple Zhicheng has an idea, and it will work tomorrow morning."

The most ingenious strategies are often presented in the most unpretentious way. Wen Jiao listened carefully to the gossips of the princesses and found that Gao Yang's fascination with Bian Ji stemmed from three reasons: one was that he was handsome, two was that he had a good voice, and three was that he ignored her. The third point was based on the first and second points, and the second point was more attractive because of the first point.

So, after listening to Wen Jiao's description, Zhicheng - also known as Jizun - came up with an idea for this unfortunate nephew.

Bian Ji, Bian Ji, you are already nineteen years old, and it is time for you to get acne.

Wen Jiao laughed and exclaimed. With her support, Ji Zun showed great enthusiasm for work and participation. She made full use of the vast amount of medical knowledge she had accumulated as a mage in Hole Country and prescribed a prescription for Bian Ji, which contained a variety of dark-sounding medicinal materials. As a result, the final product was not only very dark in color, but also had bubbles of suspicious color.

Bian Ji stared at the bowl of medicine, raised one hand, and said "Amitabha" several times: "This medicine..."

It's really not some deadly poison that kills instantly upon contact with blood?

"You will have sores on your face for a while, which should be a bit unsightly. However, as a disciple of Buddhism, I think you don't care about these false reputations." Wen Jiao said.

Bian Ji didn't care, but the abbot of Jingye Temple did. After Xuanzang went west to seek Buddhist scriptures, the old abbot had lamented more than once that the donations to the temple had dropped sharply and the female bodhisattvas were not willing to come to worship Buddha. Until someone who had bad ideas suggested to him that he should imitate Xuanzang's way of becoming famous and promote a few young, beautiful and unlucky people with different styles to appear in various Dharma meetings to attract new female bodhisattvas to donate. Only then did he barely stabilize the situation.

Monk Bian Ji was one of the unlucky ones chosen.

Wen Jiao misunderstood his hesitation. She took a sip of tea and said, "Li and Xi Shi are one. The Buddhists say that beauty withers away bones. Can't the little monk understand this?"

What's more, behind this ugly skull of Gao Yang stands a father named Li Shimin.

"To others, the princess's favor may be a ladder to success. But to you, it will only be a knife that kills you."

This knife is the kind that can cut people in half.

Wen Jiao glanced at Bian Ji's waist and shook her head: "Besides, Gao Yang is determined to get you. Endure the pain for a while and enjoy the happiness for a long time. Think about it carefully, little monk."

Bian Ji was so angry at the words "I must win". If he had to destroy his practice in order to generate income for the temple, he might as well die.

So he made up his mind, picked up the medicine bowl with both hands, and drank it!

The taste of the medicine was probably very unpleasant, which could be seen from Bian Ji's distorted expression at the moment.

Wen Jiao poured him a cup of tea and pushed it over. Bian Ji frowned, and after a while he adjusted his expression and picked up the teacup: "Thank you for the tea, Master."

The mother-son relationship between Wen Jiao and Xuanzang was not convenient for outsiders to know, so Bian Ji did not call her like Wukong and others, but instead used the more official title "Zhenren".

Wen Jiao raised her glass to him and smiled faintly.

The next morning, as soon as the gate of Jingye Temple opened, Princess Gaoyang walked in aggressively.

Bian Ji was sweeping the floor with his head down. His movements were leisurely and his skin was as white as ice and jade. The mountain breeze accompanied the sound of the empty bell, blowing up his wide sleeves and making his robe flutter.

Such a magnanimous demeanor made those handsome men in Gaoyang Mansion look like ordinary women. If we could bring this man into the mansion and keep him as a child, I wonder how happy we would be!

Gao Yang was very intoxicated and walked forward with light lotus steps. The gentle breeze made the rings on her skirt jingle, and the fragrance of the incense was as rich as blooming flowers.

She said softly, "Young Elder, I would like to hire you to come to my palace to give lectures. What do you think?"

If he tries to take advantage of Qiao again, I will burn down his meditation room, she thought bitterly.

Bian Ji was busy sweeping the floor, not even looking up: "I can preach to the princess right now."

Gao Yang was delighted.

Bian Ji said: "When Ananda was a mortal monk under the seat of our Buddha, he went begging for food one day and was loved by a girl named Modanga. His mother, in order to fulfill her daughter's infatuation, obtained a magic spell to trap Ananda. Our Buddha used his great supernatural powers to rescue Ananda, but the girl Modanga was reluctant to leave and followed the monks every day. Our Buddha asked her, 'What do you love about Ananda?'"

"Madaga replied, 'I love Ananda's eyes, Ananda's nose, Ananda's mouth, Ananda's ears, his voice, and the way he walks.'

Gao Yang couldn't help but praise him when she heard this: "What a sentimental woman." She smiled at Bian Ji and said in a tender voice, "In fact, my heart towards the young elder is just like that of the Modanga girl. The young elder has a delicate heart, doesn't he know my feelings?"

She blocked Bianji's way, spoke in an aggressive tone, and stretched out her scallion-like fingers stained with bright red nail polish to touch his shoulder: "It is said that Buddhism saves all living beings, and I am one of them. I am almost dying because of missing you, so please have mercy on me, young elder."

Bian Ji uttered a calm and helpless sigh, and the mellow tone of his voice made Princess Gaoyang's heart flutter.

He looked up, revealing a face full of pits and dents.

Gao Yang had seen similar faces when his brothers and emperors were teenagers. Puberty is the most awkward period of a boy's life, and with boils all over his face, no matter how many medicines the imperial physician prescribed to reduce the fire, they might not be able to suppress it. It was so ugly that it was unbearable to look at.

Bian Ji's condition was even worse than his brothers'. Not only did he have acne all over his face, he also had pustules. Looking at this face for even a second was a crime.

When the daughter of Madana fell in love with Ananda's face, Ananda's face must not have been as tragic as this.

A charming smile froze on Gao Yang's face. The next moment, she turned away.