Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"Qiang!"

The exciting sound of metal and stone continued for a long time, piercing the eardrums and causing pain.

The snake-shaped golden sword fell to the ground, and the grass where it landed immediately turned into gold. The two collided hard, and immediately made a harsh sound.

The palm of one of King Jiadi's hands was pierced and covered in blood. He held the wrist of the other hand tightly with his other hand. He didn't care to cry out in pain, but stared at Wen Jiao tightly: "What have you done to my daughter?"

The crisis was resolved. Wen Jiao was relieved and smiled, "The princess is fine, she just fell asleep. I put her in the side hall, so she can be seen as soon as she enters the door. But the Lord of Jiadi loves his daughter so much that he never went to the side hall to take a look."

Since he did not harm his daughter and did not force him further after seeing him drop his sword, the other party could only have one purpose - he was coming for his beloved wife.

The blood in King Jiadi's palm trickled out, and soon a small red lake formed on the ground. He seemed to have given up struggling, and smiled helplessly: "It was you, the fairy, who broke open the silkworm sari last night?"

"If the Lord of Jiadi is referring to the heavenly robe that obscures the sun, moon and stars of the entire Jiadi Kingdom, then it was me who took it away." Wen Jiao said calmly, "Taking without asking is stealing, and I should return the original item. But I'm not sure whether the Lord of Jiadi will hang it up in the sky again, so I took it shamelessly."

King Jiadi said sadly: "The treasure in the sky should be held by the great supernatural power. It is my own fault. This heavenly silkworm sari should be given to the female fairy. But there is one thing that I really don't understand. I have never heard of such a great supernatural power as the female fairy on the Wuliang Plateau. There is no such person in the Western Tianzhu either. I don't know where the female fairy came from? Who is her master?"

The man who was crazy about love just a moment ago, now behaved so well, which made Wen Jiao feel uncomfortable. She was secretly alert, and her face was calm: "Jiadi is located in the west of Wuliang Plateau, and it is only connected to Tianzhu. Naturally, it only knows the west and not the east. I am from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and I escorted the princess to marry the Ling Kingdom. Because I got rid of a demon king, I was loved by the local people and built a temple for me. But the king of Jiadi cut off the road to the outside world for nine years, so naturally I have never heard of these recent news."

"A few days ago, a blind man from Jiadi made a wish in my temple..." The figure of the blind man who was praying passed by inadvertently, and Wen Jiao's expression turned solemn. "I just came here to track him down - does the King of Jiadi want to know what wish he made?"

The corpse of the evil queen has destroyed our sun and moon.

It tells the story of Queen Akahime, who allowed the people of the entire country to fall into darkness for nine years in order to be resurrected.

The emperor was absurd and had no interest in state affairs.

This sentence undoubtedly refers to King Jiadi, who is doing evil on his wife's behalf in order to resurrect her.

For nine whole years, there was no sun, moon or stars. Everything withered and crops could not grow. What was the point of the coarse food that was barely enough to fill the gaps between our teeth? Was it enough to eat and drink, or to seek medical treatment?

Even plants cannot survive by just sprinkling water on them, let alone the people of Jiadi. Who wouldn't become haggard, pale and prone to illness if they don't get sun exposure for a long time? After all, muscles have atrophied, so how can a walking corpse talk about health?

Not to mention, the endless night itself drives people crazy. Researchers at modern polar space stations are prone to depression and even severe hallucinations after just half a year of polar night, but the people of Jiadi have been living like this for nearly nine years.

The old people could only wait to die, while the young people wanted to flee abroad, but they would find that all roads to the outside world were cut off. Some were particularly brave and rushed into the border river, but they would only become bait for the fish in the river, just like the only son of the old woman that Ji Zun met.

It was unknown what kind of danger the man who prayed to Wen Jiao had to go through before he escaped, but the price he paid was blinding his eyes.

In fact, with King Jiadi's ability and power, there are many ways for him to ensure that Chiji's body will not see the light of day for nine years.

For example, if they built a mausoleum for her to place her body, as long as the craftsmen in Jiadi were not inferior and produced shoddy work, Chiji could lie in it safely for decades without worrying about light leakage. A mere nine years, what was there to be afraid of?

Or maybe King Jiadi really didn't want to be separated from his beloved wife, so he could just use that heavenly robe to cover the entire palace, and naturally he could still be with Chiji day and night.

Naturally, the servants and patrol guards in the palace still need to take turns at regular intervals. After all, ordinary people don’t have supernatural powers like King Jiadi, or extraordinary blood like Agongcuo. Not seeing the sun for nine years can lead to death. Over the years, the maids around Agongcuo have changed several times, either because they are sick or dead.

Before Chi Ji died, she specifically asked King Jia Di to seal off the Sun, Moon and Stars. If he didn't agree to her request, she would die with regrets. What if King Jia Di pretended to obey her but actually disobeyed her request? If he agreed first and then followed the above method, would Chi Ji still be able to get back at him? If she really had that ability, King Jia Di wouldn't have to bother to revive her.

There is no way to know what Queen Akahime's personality was like when she was alive, but before she died, for a problem that could be easily solved, she insisted on asking her husband and the people of the country to suffer with her. I don't know if it was because she died too unwillingly and in too much pain that her heart became possessed by evil.

King Jiadi was clearly still sane, but he was determined to carry out Chiji's last wish and keep the entire country from seeing the light for nine years. The lives of the people were not something he, as a monarch, considered at all. This was even more terrifying than the devil.

Wen Jiao looked at Chi Ji's back, who was held in her hands. She was wearing a goose yellow silk skirt, with a colorful belt made of five-color zigzag patterns. The material was so shiny and smooth that it was as soft as a baby's skin. It was obvious that even during the nearly nine years as a corpse, she was still well taken care of.

And it is obviously impossible that this silk and this embroidery were made by King Jiadi himself, stitch by stitch, warp by weft.

She suddenly wanted to ask this supreme couple to Jiadi: "Are the people of the entire Jiadi country just part of your love play of resurrection from the dead?"

Naturally, she didn't ask. After all, King Jiadi didn't understand English.

The King of Jiadi on the other side managed to force a smile. Perhaps out of guilt, he suddenly clenched his injured hand into a fist, causing the wound that had been healing to burst again. Blood gushed out again, making the pool of blood on the ground even bigger. Some bloodstains even spread to the blade of the golden sword lying on the ground. He said, "This king can guess it, and this king regrets it too."

"You regret it, but you still want to do it? You would rather bear thousands of resentments and not change your mind. You are really a devoted man." Wen Jiao praised, but her tone was cold and clearly meant to mock. "Compared with the king's kindness, Xia Jie and Zhou You, who were famous in the history of the East, would be more willing to bow down..."

Her eyes suddenly flashed.

Comrade Huo Ling'er, the crystal lion in his arms, who had been sleeping soundly since eating the relics of Kuimu Wolf, moved.

King Jiadi caught her momentary shock, and the snake-shaped golden sword with the tip soaked in blood also moved.