Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Although this child is young, he has sharp tongue and would be a good material for debates in modern times.

Wen Jiao couldn't help but smile. She had just read the "Buddha's Sutra on the Difficulty of Repaying the Kindness of Parents" he mentioned. It was very appropriate to use it at this time and place: "Little Master, you only said that children need to repay their parents' kindness, but you never mentioned that there are other things mentioned in the sutra. Everyone knows that children need to be filial to their parents, but why should children follow filial piety? Of course, it is because the kindness of parents is difficult to repay. Then, what kindness do parents have for their children that is worthy of their children's filial piety throughout their lives?"

The young monk thought without hesitation: "In addition to the kindness of the hardship of pregnancy, there are ten other kindnesses: protection during pregnancy, suffering during childbirth, forgetfulness of worries after childbirth, swallowing bitterness and spitting out sweetness, returning to wetness after dryness, nursing and raising, washing away impurities, remembering during long journeys, deep sympathy, and ultimate compassion."

Wen Jiao looked at Madam Zhang, smiling, "There is a reward for kindness. Buddhists are pure and kind, but they are not fools. I heard that Master Xuanzang's mother was threatened by thieves, so she had to throw him into the river after giving birth to him. He was then adopted by the Zen master of Jinshan Temple and raised. His mother gave him the kindness of giving birth to him, so she can take the first four of these eleven kinds of kindness. The monk of Jinshan Temple raised him, so the remaining seven should be attributed to the compassionate Zen master. May I ask, what kind of kindness did Master Xuanzang's father give to him?"

The correct answer is, none of them. Before Xuanzang was born, it was Yin Wenjiao who suffered; when he was born, it was still Yin Wenjiao who suffered; after he was born, it was the monks of Jinshan Temple who raised him. Chen Guangrui not only had no gratitude towards Xuanzang, but even when he was resurrected and Xuanzang wanted to return to Buddhism, he did not even say a word of reluctance to keep him. Having never fulfilled his responsibility of raising him, and having only contributed one sperm in the process of giving birth to him, how could Chen Guangrui have the face to ask Xuanzang to repay his gratitude to him?

At this point, the conversation was no longer relevant to the little monk. He looked at Old Lady Zhang and remained silent. Old Lady Zhang opened her mouth, unable to think of how to answer, and could not help but get angry: "Without my son, where would he come from? Isn't this a favor?"

"You didn't give birth to the girl, nor did you raise her. It was just a one-night stand with the man. Logically, you enjoyed the pleasure. It's really a great favor." Wen Jiao sneered.

Madam Zhang had never been told such explicit words since she became a royal lady. Her face turned red for a moment: "You look like a lady from a wealthy family. How dare you say such shameless words?"

Wen Jiao glanced at her frivolously: "The old lady's grandson is already this old, but he is still as shy as a virgin. It's really rare."

Old Madam Zhang was furious.

Wen Jiao changed the subject: "Besides, if I remember correctly, Master Xuanzang once traveled thousands of miles alone to bring reinforcements, wiped out the fake governor of Jiangzhou, and cleared his father's name. Only then did Chen Guangrui return to life after the robbery. Does this count as repaying his father's kindness? He also licked the old lady's eyes with the tip of his tongue, allowing the old lady to see again. This is not only repaying his father's kindness, I think he even repaid several times more. Not only did the old lady not want to repay the master's medical eyesight, she was even unwilling to give him a peace of mind. It's really the decline of the world and the change of human nature!"

Mrs. Zhang blushed and turned pale, and suddenly realized something: "How do you know all this?"

Wen Jiao said, "Master Xuanzang is of Yin family blood after all. His mysterious stories are well known to all the noble ladies in Chang'an. I learned swordsmanship from Princess Pingyang, so of course I heard a lot."

She drew the sword from its sheath and flicked the blade lightly, making a clear sound that lasted for a long time: "By the way, I once swore to use this sword to chop off the heads of all the unfaithful people in the world. Recently, this sword has been ringing in its box. I think it is very lonely and must find an unfaithful person to drink the hot blood from his neck. I followed the guidance of the sword to find this place, but the sensation was suddenly interrupted. I was puzzled when the old lady came by chance, and the sword was excited again. I think the news about the unfaithful person is about you, so please teach me."

Even the fact that Xuanzang cured her blindness was so clear, so why hadn't she heard of the divorce that made so much noise a while ago? Who was this unfaithful person referring to? The answer was obvious. Old Lady Zhang was scared and said hurriedly, "What can I teach you? I have something else to do at home, so I'll leave first."

Sure enough, Zhang's mother herself knew that it was Chen Guangrui who betrayed Yin Wenjiao, but she was unwilling to care about her own eldest son. Now she feels guilty and ashamed. What did she do before?

Wen Jiao sneered, feeling anger rising in her heart. When the master and the servant passed by her, she suddenly turned around and shouted, "Zhang! Open your eyes and take a good look at who I am!"

Mrs. Zhang subconsciously turned around to look at her face. Her crescent-shaped eyebrows and willow-shaped eyes that could either be happy or angry seemed familiar. She looked at her and suddenly she trembled as if she had seen a ghost. If Neng Hong hadn't supported her, she would have almost collapsed to the ground: "Man, Man..."

"Mantang Jiao." Wen Jiao said the nickname of this body on her behalf, and approached her, smiling, "My dear mother-in-law, you don't even recognize your former daughter-in-law after not seeing her for only a month. That's right, after all, you are a busy old noblewoman. Not only do you have to take care of your good son who was demoted, the pregnant mother of your future grandson, but you also have to be busy harassing my Jiang Liuer. How can you have the time to remember what I look like?"

It took Zhang's mother a long while to find her voice. She slapped her throat in horror, and suddenly an idea came to her. She pushed Nenghong away and knelt on the ground, hugged her legs, and burst into tears: "Mantangjiao, for the sake of our past relationship, please let my poor E'er go!"

"Zhang, you are wrong. For the sake of the past, I only have hatred, not love. You love your son, I love my son, and my father and mother love their daughter. You can continue to make a scene here, I won't stop you. I just hope you remember one thing," Wen Jiao squatted down, took out a silk handkerchief to wipe her tears, her tone was gentle and kind, like a willow drizzle under the spring sunshine, but her eyes were cold, "your son hurt me, my father hurt your son; if you hurt my son, I will also hurt your son."

Old Madam Zhang walked away as fast as if she was being chased and bitten by 100,000 poisonous snakes. It was incredible that at her age, her legs and feet could still burst out with such strength. Neng Hong, who was left behind, jogged along with the food box in her hand and almost failed to catch up with her.

Wen Jiao looked down at the two figures walking away, gradually turning into two specks of dust on the mountain path, and only then did she retract her gaze.

There was a dull and dry "creaking" sound behind her, which was the sound of the wooden door being pushed open. Wen Jiao turned around and saw a young monk slowly walking out. He had a slender figure, a delicate appearance, and a dignified and calm demeanor, as if he was a flawless white jade statue of a venerable Buddha.

"Xuan Zang?"