Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

The dragon and snake swords turned back into a gold and jade bracelet and brought back Wen Jiao's arm. She glanced at the ashes on the ground and walked closer holding Huo Ling'er.

"My Dragon Sword is also known as the Cloud Sword. It has the ability to gather clouds and rain, so it can naturally extract all the moisture within a certain range." She explained to King Jiadi's ashes.

"But I only drained the moisture from Queen Chiji's body, and I had no intention of burning her body. She was ignited by the sun because of her bad luck. Just like you, Lord of Jiadi, you only took away the sun, moon and stars, and you had no intention of letting the people die. If those people got sick and died, it was just their bad luck, and the queen and you cannot be blamed."

"So, Lord Jiadi, you should take me as your confidant."

His eyes turned and glanced at the golden snake sword beside him. The strange-shaped sword was three-quarters deep in the ground, firmly guarding the two piles of ashes, like an ancient and silent guardian shadow.

"Then as a confidant, I will send your ashes and this magic sword back to the capital, and give it to your daughter along with the heavenly clothes I took away earlier. You can go with peace of mind." Wen Jiao said, and just as she was about to draw her sword, she shook her head and smiled, "I almost forgot, if a living thing touches this sword, it will be transformed into a golden body on the spot."

Upon hearing this, Huo Linger immediately stepped forward, her body swelled to a height of five feet, her head tilted, her mouth opened and closed, she pulled out the sword and bit it into her mouth, mumbling, "No wonder you asked me to deal with it then, this lion is not a living thing."

"Yes, yes, our Sister Huo is the best." Wen Jiao smiled and pointed in the direction of the royal capital, "Go that way."

Agongcuo was drowsy and slept until midnight. When he opened his eyes, he saw darkness everywhere and his heart stopped for a moment.

She jumped up like a frightened bird and cried out, "Where's the sun? Has it disappeared again?"

When he said the second sentence, he already had a tearful tone.

Tiny footsteps approached quickly, and Lum walked over quickly with a candlestick in his hand: "The sun is still shining, Princess. It's late at night, and you slept until the evening."

Agongcuo felt relieved. He was stunned for a while, then regained consciousness: "My father and the fairy..."

Lum's expression was complicated. "In the afternoon, the fairy flew to the roof of the king's bedroom and announced to the whole city that the king took the queen's body out of the city to see the spring scenery. The queen's body could not withstand the sunlight and turned into ashes."

Agongcuo clenched her hands on the quilt. The pain of losing her mother and the joy of exorcising the demon surged out at the same time, making her voice hoarse: "Then, where is my father?"

"The fairy said," Lum said with some difficulty, "the king loved his wife so much that he couldn't bear the pain of separation and burned himself to death."

Agoncuo opened her mouth, but found that she had lost the ability to speak. Lum looked at her nervously, and seeing that the little princess did not faint or cry, he said, "She also said that before the king decided to commit suicide for love, he asked her to escort his and the queen's ashes back and then hand over the national treasure of Jiadi to the princess. Because the princess was still asleep at that time, the prime minister had to arrange for her to stay in the inn first and wait until the next day to hand over. At that time, her mount - a red lion - did hold our Jiadi's national sword in its mouth."

Big tears rolled down Agoncuo's pearly white cheeks. She hugged her legs and sobbed for a long time before she said, "Lum, do you really believe it? My mother burned herself to death, and my father died for love?"

Lum sighed, "I believe it. People in the palace, outside the palace, and officials in the court all believe it. Princess, I hope you believe it too. You know, we should have known nothing about this matter from the beginning to the end."

Compared to a princess who planned to burn her mother's body and indirectly caused her father to commit suicide for love, Jiadi would rather accept a pure and flawless heir to the throne, no matter what sins the king and queen had committed during their lifetime.

"Yes, I know nothing." Agoncuo wiped away her tears, but more tears kept falling. She gave up, covered her face, and choked up with sobs. "Now I am just a sad daughter who lost her parents."

Under the same boundless night.

The dungeon was damp and stuffy, and Zhu Mu, who was imprisoned in the dungeon, felt pain and hunger. The air in Muya was hot and humid, and there were insects and snakes everywhere. Zhu Mu crushed a small snake to death and drank its blood, which was enough to make him feel less hungry.

I didn't know how long I had been in the prison when I heard the guards outside talking respectfully. Soon someone came in and opened the prison door. It turned out to be Mesa. She was holding a large bag of magic items and a feathered robe. He handed them all to her and said softly, "Zhu Mu, you can leave now."

Zhu Mu was overjoyed, quickly put on her feathered clothes, and hurriedly walked a few steps. Suddenly, she felt something was wrong and turned back to ask, "Aren't you leaving?"

Mesa shook his head: "I can't leave."

Zhu Mu's face turned cold: "Could it be that they cast a spell to prevent you from leaving?"

Mesa didn't know how to explain, so he simply gave up the explanation, nodded slightly, and urged again: "Go quickly."

Zhu Mu stamped her feet and said, "Protect yourself well and don't anger them. Remember all the injustices you have suffered. When I return, I will immediately ask Gesar to come and rescue you and vent your anger!"

Mesa kept smiling, watching her transform into a crane and soar into the sky, then he slowly breathed a sigh of relief. She wiped the tears that had oozed out of her eyes, pretended to be happy and walked out of the dungeon. The jailers she met along the way all knelt down respectfully in front of her.

"The Second Queen!" they called her.

The clear morning breeze swept across the revived earth, embracing an embrace of sunshine and pouring into the inn in the royal city of Jiadi.

The seven-treasure carriage stopped at the gate of the posthouse, and Agoncuo, dressed like a fairy, walked into the posthouse accompanied by seven female officials and the prime minister.

Pixie and Zhen'e were playing with their maces when they noticed that people were kneeling on the ground. They turned around and saw Agongcuo coming in. They were stunned. Fortunately, they had been instructed in advance and pretended to be strangers. They bowed and said, "Prime Minister, this is the only princess of your late king? Our master has been waiting for a long time."

Agongcuo nodded, trying to force out a smile to greet them, but he couldn't, so he had to give up. The group followed the two little werewolves into the house, and saw Wen Jiao sitting on a cushion, with a beautiful female disciple standing beside her.

"This is my second apprentice, Zhicheng, who just entered the city this morning." Wen Jiao introduced.

After the two exchanged greetings, Wen Jiao signaled Ji Zun to bring out a tray, on which was placed a snake-shaped golden sword, the divine sword used by King Jiadi. Under the sword was a square scarlet heavenly garment, the heavenly silkworm sari used by King Jiadi to cover the sky.