Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

It was a cloudless day, and without any barrier, the sun poured down completely. Wen Jiao sat on Huo Ling'er's back, feeling that she was blinded by the sun. She squinted slightly, bent over, and pressed her face against Huo Ling'er's warm fur.

"Sister Huo, I didn't accomplish anything on this trip. If Chi Ji knew about this, would she feel that she had entrusted her trust to the wrong person?"

Huo Ling'er answered irrelevantly: "It is very painful to hate an enemy who can crush you to death with just one finger forever and ever."

Wen Jiao laughed: "Yes, at least I coaxed her into reincarnation. Even if she really knew, she would be a person from another world looking at the story of her previous life, and her state of mind would be different."

It's just that Akahime's pain was transferred to her shoulders.

Chiji was also lucky. At least in her understanding, the backer of her enemy was at most Manjushri Bodhisattva, and had not yet risen to the omnipotent Buddha Tathagata.

She scratched Huo Ling'er's ears, watched Huo Ling'er turn her ears reflexively, and sighed: "I promised her after all."

Although Chi Ji was ignorant, she knew the plot of Journey to the West and when she heard the word "Dapeng", she knew what would happen next.

"It's so difficult!" Huo Linger couldn't help but let out a long cry to the sky when she heard that.

He is the uncle of Tathagata Buddha! How to deal with him? My head hurts just thinking about it!

Wen Jiao said seriously: "It's like a palace banquet. Now I can only watch from afar as the big shots in the banquet chat and laugh happily. I don't even have the qualifications to serve the dishes. However, I have a feeling that the day when I can sit in the banquet is not far away."

After persuading Chiji to enter the reincarnation cycle, she realized that the barrier that trapped her cultivation had cracked into a large gap. And this gap was getting bigger and bigger, and the gushing rays of light were connected to her own true energy, which was surging endlessly, lively and full of vitality.

Huo Linger was stunned for a moment before she understood what she meant. She was overjoyed: "Wen Jiao, I'm so happy for you." But she was also a little frustrated, "Then we will separate. We have been together for so many years. How bored I will be if you ascend."

Wen Jiao said, "You are my fellow practitioner. How could I leave you alone after I ascended? Haven't you seen how many ancient immortals ascended by leaving their houses?"

Even the flowers, plants, cats and dogs in the yard can be brought to the fairyland. In terms of cultivation and character, how can Huo Linger not be compared with this group of relatives? Naturally, they can ascend together.

It was just that a certain unknown monkey was honest and was fooled by Taibai Jinxing into going up alone, without even bringing a few trusted little monkeys with him to serve as his arms.

"We have a long way to go." She raised her head slightly and whispered to the sun that was infinitely high and brilliant above her.

Huo Ling'er jumped happily twice, splashing some clouds, like crystal and warm jade dust, which sprinkled on her gorgeous fur, which was beautiful beyond words.

But she immediately fell into distress again: "After ascending to the upper realm, will it be difficult to see Feng Ji, Mr. Yuan and others again?"

Wen Jiao fell into a long silence after she said this. After a long while, she sighed and said, "It's not too late to meet them now."

The sky over the Wuliang Plateau is always exceptionally high and far away, and emerald green, like a gem that has been washed to be extremely clear.

The sky is studded with mountains, and the undulating snow-capped mountains are like graceful silver lines, reflected in the blue lake, which has a depth and tranquility that comes from eternity.

In the embrace of the mountain and the lake, there stands a stone gate, shaped like a giant elephant, with the vast cave beneath its belly revealing the distant scenery of lakes and mountains.

Yuan Tiangang sat on a cushion, using the shadow cast by the stone door to block out the sunlight. He was clean and untainted by the dust, but his face was darker and thinner. He was holding a map and looking at it. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of an ice-white butterfly, with its delicate wings folded, and landed on a corner of the map.

His heart moved.

The butterfly sensed his gaze and fluttered its wings before flying behind him.

Yuan Tiangang turned around and couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth.

Wen Jiao came slowly towards him, her skirt fluttering in the wind, and smiled at him. Her smile was so bright and graceful that it instantly made the sky, mountains, and lake pale in comparison.

The butterfly landed on her raised fingertips, like a clear and light snowflake.

"Butterflies appear in dreams?" Wen Jiao asked, glancing at the white agate butterfly pendant on his waist.

Yuan Tiangang took out another cushion, placed it beside him, and said with a smile: "At this moment, I really don't know the time of year."

Wen Jiao laughed, gathered her skirt, and sat on the futon. After thinking for a while, she shamelessly leaned on Yuan Tiangang's shoulder. The touch was steady and warm, and the scent of the grass between his clothes brushed against her face bit by bit, giving her a very familiar and reassuring feeling.

It seemed as if she had leaned against his shoulder countless times in this way at some unknown time and place.

"This trip is really tiring for me," she murmured.

"You sent back two sisters, one alive and one dead, settled a monk, burned a drought demon that was about to become a powerful force, killed a king, supported a queen, saved a resentful soul, and forced a guardian beast to go to the lower world to atone for its sins." Yuan Tiangang felt that the half of his body that she was leaning on intimately was stiff, and pretended to be calm and said, "You have done the best you can do."

He had been asking Wen Jiao for divination a lot these days. He knew everything Wen Jiao had told him and hadn't told him.

Wen Jiao smiled muffledly: "I knew I couldn't hide it from you." Her voice became hazy as she spoke, her eyes lightly closed, she yawned softly, and actually fell asleep.

Yuan Tiangang was stunned. Seeing his sorcerers passing by with knowing smiles on their faces, making eye contact with each other and walking away, he couldn't help but blush.

On the high mountains of Lingguo, Gesar was gathering his troops.

The armies of Amandamu and Zara guarding the border were still on the way, and the elite troops around the royal city were gathering nearby. Gesar rode on a celestial horse, looking at the murderous faces of the soldiers below, feeling very proud.

He had never felt so clearly at this moment that Ling Kingdom had reached unprecedented power under his rule.

Amandam's magic army is powerful, Zara's old subordinates of Jiacha are brave and good at fighting, and Princess Wencheng's Tang army has strong soldiers and armor. Once these three armies arrive, and Zhumu and Mesa bring back the magic items, it will be no problem to flatten the Jiadi Kingdom.

Of course, he himself was not here to destroy the Kingdom of Jiadi, but to eliminate the Buddhist enemy Queen Chiji. These troops were only deployed on the border to calm King Jiadi down and not make a big mistake for his dead wife. It would be even better if he could be persuaded to abandon Mahavamsa and convert to Buddhism.

A crane flapped its wings and rushed down from the sky, and landed in front of him in a hurry. Zhu Mu's flustered shadow appeared among the flying feathers.

Her eyes were slightly red, and she winked at Gesar. Gesar's heart sank, and he immediately ordered all the soldiers to take a break and took Zhumu into the tent.

As soon as the curtain was lowered, Zhu Mu blurted out: "Gesar, go and save Meisa. She is trapped in Muya country in order to save me."