Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The pattern on the sealing wax is a small turtle, which is portrayed to be cute and round.

Wen Jiao burned the wax and unscrewed the letter box. A hard object fell out, followed by a light piece of paper. She looked at the hard object first, and it turned out to be a conch, with a white and delicate base and green patterns all over it, which was clean and beautiful. There was a faint sound of the tide coming from it, distant and mysterious.

Wen Jiao looked at the letter again, which read:

Jingrong Zhenren Fangjian:

Half a year has passed since I disobeyed Zhiyi. Fengji and I have led the group to travel through five mountains and seven rivers and the Three Kingdoms, but I feel that the sky is high and the land is far away, the clouds are cold and the sea is bad. Compared with the East, the customs are different, but the endowments are the same. I sigh that the great way is infinite, and the joy of exploring it with a limited life is also infinite.

I found two stone shells in the rocks on the top of a mountain. They are so beautiful and exquisite that they are rare. I guess these two shells were from the end of the last catastrophe. At that time, the nine continents collapsed and the land sank into the ocean. After the new catastrophe, the sea rose up to become a plateau with snow-capped peaks. The world is so bizarre, so I send one of them to you for your enjoyment.

In addition, I have another strange idea. Investigating the traces of traffic between various countries and the mountain, there were traces of wandering Buddhist monks a hundred years ago. The Wuliang Plateau may have been isolated from the world at the end of the last catastrophe, and reconnected with this world a hundred years ago. In the first year of Yanchang, there was a phenomenon of the earth cracking and the sky collapsing. Could it be a sign that the two worlds were connected?

My humble opinion is just a joke, I hope you will give me your advice. If you have a reply, we can meet again.

Written by Yuan Tiangang.

Wen Jiao was lost in thought for a long time after reading. The dim light of the setting sun changed with the slowly moving shadows of the clouds, and fell on her face with a gorgeous and gentle tone.

She played with the ancient conch for a while, then suddenly looked at the vulture: "Are you Feng Yu?"

The vulture lowered his head and said in a very depressed tone: "Three days ago, I was the guardian god of a mountain."

"Until I thought the people passing by were too noisy, so I rushed out and wanted to play a trick on them."

Wen Jiao looked at him sympathetically, while Ji Zun couldn't help but smile. They both expected the outcome.

The team led by Yuan Tiangang not only has Fengji, a fox fairy who has achieved success in cultivation but is trapped in the human world because of an oath, but also a large number of Yin-Yang magicians carefully selected by the Tang court, not to mention Yuan Tiangang himself, who has mastered the art of Yin-Yang to perfection. A guardian deity transformed from a bird spirit is playing tricks on them? Who is playing tricks on whom? Is there any need to ask?

really……

"I didn't expect that the leader looked at me from a distance, and the others pointed at me together, so that I couldn't even flap my wings in the air. Then a vicious fox rushed out and plucked all the feathers on my head." The vulture continued.

Wen Jiao:......

Ji Zun pointed at the bald head of the vulture, and was shaking with laughter, unable to speak. The vulture was so sad that he raised one wing to cover his face and said sadly: "Yes, actually I am not a vulture, I am an eagle."

"Hahahaha!" The two little werewolves rolled on the ground laughing.

Pixie rubbed his belly and said, "Brother, it said it was an eagle. Have you ever seen a bald eagle?"

Zhen'e laughed so hard that his legs kicked wildly: "I've never seen it before! Brother, its forehead looks like a gourd!"

The bald eagle was laughed at so hard that he felt ashamed and his head drooped down as if it was too heavy to bear.

Wen Jiao coughed lightly, gathered her green sleeves, and temporarily put the two cubs into her sleeves. She apologized to the bald eagle, "My children are so unruly. I'm sorry. I'll write the reply right away."

As he spoke, he took another piece of paper and wrote down everything he had just thought about: "I am going to Jiadi. I heard that the people of this country believe in a god named Brahma. I have heard that not all the lands in the West are Buddhist lands. There are also many Indians who believe in the three gods, one of which is Brahma. The name of that Brahma is similar to that of this Brahma. I don't know if they are the same god. If not, then coincidences are really everywhere in the world; so..."

She started a new line: "So, is it a coincidence that we escorted Princess Wencheng to Wuliangyuan? Is it fate?"

She rolled the letter into a small roll, stuffed it into the mailbox, and hung it around the bald eagle's neck: "Please go again."

The bald eagle took a breath to relax from the embarrassment and was about to flap its wings, but was stopped by Wen Jiao: "Wait!"

The bald eagle paused: "Is there anything else, Master?"

Wen Jiao was stunned for a moment, lowered her head and thought for a moment, and finally made a decision. When she looked up again, her expression was normal.

She took out a one-inch-sized white agate butterfly pendant and put it into the mailbox: "This is something I got recently. Let him wear it for fun."

Ji Zun recognized that it was the best white agate in the thank-you gift from his father to Wen Jiao. It was not only smooth and flawless, but also had a light water mark on it, which made a sound like the gurgling of a spring when it was shaken. Wen Jiao liked it very much, and specially found a skilled craftsman from the Duke of Yun's mansion to carve this white agate into a smart and flying ornament. The water mark was cleverly carved into a butterfly body, which was crystal clear and became Wen Jiao's favorite recently.

"It seems that the things Mr. Yuan gave this time are very much liked by the master." After the bald eagle left, Ji Zun teased.

Wen Jiao put the conch to her ear. Countless sounds came immediately, first the roar of the waves, the roar of the whale, then the collapse of the mountains and the howling of the storm, and finally the sound of the endless falling snow.

This was a sound from the time when the world collapsed at the end of the catastrophe and the mountains and seas were reshaped at the beginning of the catastrophe. It contained endless magical mysteries and the truth of heaven and earth. Mortals could gain enlightenment from it, practitioners could participate in the immortality, and immortals could prove the great way. Such a mysterious sound was recorded by this ancient conch, and was sent to her by Yuan Tiangang without reservation.

It's impossible to say that I'm not moved.

Besides...

She chewed over and over again on the words "The great way is infinite, and if one uses a finite life to explore it, the joy will be endless", and felt that every word was so fitting as if it came from the depths of her heart. Even if she were to describe what she had been pursuing with her own words, she could not have said it more perfectly.

Putting down the conch, Wen Jiao sighed leisurely: "Ji Zun, you don't know, there is a saying in the East, 'It is rare to have a true friend in life'."

Two days later, when Wen Jiao arrived at the border of Jiadi, Feng Yu delivered Yuan Tiangang's reply. Wen Jiao opened the letter and saw that Yuan Tiangang wrote three pages of words: "Coincidence is also fate, fate is also coincidence, water follows the trend, and success will come naturally..."

Then he told her that he had already told her fortune and that the trip would be very favorable, but she should be quick and decisive, otherwise things would change.

The letter ends with: With the ice pendant on me, butterflies will appear in my dreams every night from now on.

Wen Jiao looked at it, smiled slightly, put away the letter, and said to Ji Zun and the two little werewolves: "Let's go, we will go to Jiadi to eat tonight."

Gesar woke up from his meditation and pushed Zhumu beside him to wake up: "Zhumu, quickly gather all the ministers and tell them that I got a dream from the Heavenly Mother. She told me that the Queen Chiji of Jiadi has been dead for nine years and will be resurrected. Once she is resurrected, she will become the enemy of Buddhism. She wants me to go to Jiadi to subdue her."

Zhu Mu's sleepiness was suddenly shaken away: "Jia Di is a great country in the south, and the king has divine power. If you go there alone, you will get into trouble."

Gesar said solemnly: "King Jiadi is different from ordinary kings. To deal with his queen, we must deal with him first. I need to make full preparations."