Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Wen Jiao looked at the infinitely magnificent moonlight waterfall, a flash of anger flashed in her dark eyes, and the blue cloud under her feet suddenly accelerated, plunged into the moonlight, and then leaped up. The next moment, she was already above the scarlet giant curtain.

Looking down, sure enough, there were clouds and mist rolling below, and between the gathering and dispersing, the outlines of the mountains and lakes of the Jiadi Kingdom further below were faintly visible.

She guessed right. The giant screen, which was made of some kind of magical weapon, not only blocked the three lights, but was also transparent from the perspective of the immortals who were close to the movement of the sun, moon and stars. No wonder the sun, moon and stars had passed by thousands of times in the past eight years, but they had never noticed the disobedience of Jiadi Kingdom!

Who set up this giant magic screen? Could it be Queen Akahime?

The anger in her eyes was burning fiercely. Wen Jiao waved her wrist and held the dragon and snake swords in her hands. The clouds were boiling, the lightning flashed, and a lightning python and a cloud dragon flew out with a long roar. Their bodies coiled into a giant sword, breaking through the air and passing directly across the giant screen.

No matter who is playing tricks and why, people who bring such harm to the people's livelihood should be killed!

The resistance from the sword's edge continued, and Wen Jiao felt as if she were a mortal standing on the seashore, chopping waves of the sea with a sword. She snorted coldly, bit her tongue, and spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood. The dragon snake sword's light suddenly increased tenfold.

boom! Crack!

It was as if a giant gong had broken, or a piece of brocade had been torn apart. The seemingly boundless curtain had been cut open with a gap a hundred miles long. Moonlight flowed down from the gap like water, first as a trickle, then gradually expanded into a waterfall, then a river that had burst its banks. Finally, under the impact of the torrent of moonlight, the curtain could not bear the weight and fell.

Wen Jiao reached out her hand and grabbed the air. The next moment, she had a long scarlet silk in her hand. The texture was as smooth as water, and the edges were decorated with gold beads and emeralds. The shape looked very much like the clothes of Indian women that Wen Jiao had seen on modern screens. However, there was a foot-long cut on this gorgeous dress, like a crack on fine porcelain, which looked abrupt and pitiful.

"A sari?" Wen Jiao said to herself, and suddenly she felt something and looked down.

In the capital of the Kingdom of Jiadi, deep in the palace, in a secret room, a pale and haggard man sat up in shock and ran out barefoot. The soft moonlight gently sprinkled on his body, but his face was quickly covered with fear, as if he had seen the most poisonous thing in the world.

“Moonlight, why is there moonlight!” he roared, waving his arms. “Maidens! Guards! Bring the curtains and cover all the doors and windows! No, no, build a shed to cover my bedroom too. Don’t let any light get in! If I see even a little light, you’ll lose your heads!”

The curtains were quickly arranged. The man thought the palace maids were not good at hanging the curtains, so he climbed up the ladder himself. The cold cloth brushed against his palms like a woman's cool skin. He buried his face in the curtains and mumbled, "Don't be afraid... Even if the silkworm sari given by Lord Brahma is torn, I will find a way, I will definitely find a way... I'm here, don't be afraid..."

The crowd of people immediately moved under his control. No one noticed that there was a little girl hiding in the dark corner. She looked at the crazy man in the middle of the crowd, her pretty face full of disappointment, her fingernails deeply dug into her palms.

Above the clouds, Wen Jiao put the heavenly sari into her ice jade pot.

It is better to be hasty than to be slow. Yuan Tiangang's instructions passed through her mind inadvertently, and she looked down again, her eyes slightly darker.

When hearing that Gesar was going to attack Jiadi and destroy the body of Queen Chiji, even the arrogant Prince Chao Tong's face turned bad: "Nephew Gesar, everyone knows that the King of Jiadi is a king appointed by heaven. Not to mention the armies of other countries, even when birds fly over Jiadi, they will nod three times towards the palace. If we attack Jiadi, we will definitely be punished by heaven!"

Gesar remained calm and composed: "The Mother of Heaven has sent down an oracle that the corpse of Queen Chiji will soon be resurrected as an enemy of Buddhism. As believers of Buddha, we, the people of Lingguo, have a heaven-ordained duty to protect Buddha and destroy the enemy. Although King Jiadi is blessed by Lord Brahma, do we, the people of Lingguo, not have the Buddha's blessing? Anyone with wisdom can see clearly who is in charge of the destiny. As for the punishment of heaven, if it exists, then I, Gesar, am the punishment of Queen Chiji!"

"That's you. I, Chao Tong, was talking about the horse-headed god, not the Buddha." Chao Tong complained in his heart, but when he saw the people around him who were so excited by Gesar's words that they wanted to prepare their horses and set off immediately, he dared not speak again.

The chief minister Rongcha remained calm amid the excitement: "The relationship between Queen Chiji and King Jiadi is well-known for their love. King Jiadi is the king of heaven. It is said that he has great magical powers and is a living god on earth. If the king wants to deal with his wife, he will probably need to be extremely prepared."

Gesar nodded slightly: "The Heavenly Mother has given a sheepskin scroll, which records the magic tools needed to deal with King Jiadi. Zhumu used her wisdom of Green Tara to decipher the contents." With a wave of her hand, Zhumu stepped out, holding a long scroll and reading: "Turquoise braids, white turquoise braids, a blow-fire bag that can be opened and closed, an ant's nosebleed..."

A long list of strange and bizarre magic items came out of Zhu Mu's red lips. Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. One of them thought for a while and said, "Your Majesty, these magic items should be the specialties of Muya Country. However, the king of Muya Country was a follower of the Black Demon Lu Zan in the past. I'm afraid he won't voluntarily give up these treasures."

Gesar clenched his fist, tapped his forehead, and said in distress: "Do I have to destroy a country first in order to obtain these magic items?"

A group of civil and military officials discussed the issue from morning till night, but were at a loss as to what to do.

Zhu Mu couldn't bear to see her beloved in such distress, so she said softly, "Why not let me go? I'll put on feathered clothes and turn into a crane, quietly fly to Muya Country, and come back after I've collected all the magic items."

"You can't, it's too dangerous." Gesar immediately objected.

Zhu Mu insisted: "But now I am the only one who knows what these magic objects look like."

The parchment scroll given by the Goddess of Heaven contained only strange words. As the incarnation of Green Tara, Zhumu not only understood it, but also saw the images of the objects in it. If she wanted to collect the objects, she was the only one who could do it.

Gesar froze. After a moment of silence, it was Mesa who stepped out from the crowd and said, "I would like to go with Queen Zhumu." She carefully looked at Zhumu's face, "When I was abducted by the black demon Luzan..." Those humiliating memories of being forced to serve the demon made her suffocate for a moment. She paused, and then continued, "When he met with the kings of Muya, he often took me with him. I am familiar with the kings and ministers of Muya, and I know some magical powers, so I should be able to protect the queen."

Gesar immediately breathed a sigh of relief, clapped his hands and laughed, his face full of joy: "I am most confident in your work. Meisa, you must protect Zhumu. When you return safely, I will have a banquet to celebrate your success!"

Mesa looked up at him quickly, then lowered her eyes again, the smile on her lips seeming to be a little bitter.