Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

If the previous small quarrel between the father and his two sons had not been noticed, after Zhen'e shouted like this, it would be difficult for the other immortals to pretend to be deaf, and they all looked over.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Kuimu Lang was as uncomfortable as being stung by ten thousand bees. He immediately frowned and shouted, "How dare you curse your father to death, you little bastard? No one has beaten you for several years, you are itching for it!" As he said that, he was about to roll up his sleeves. Suddenly, a red light rolled out from the horizontal thorn, and it turned out to be Kang Jinlong's red sleeves, which enveloped the two teenagers.

"The Jade Emperor has ordered us to come down to earth to help the Monkey King. There is no delay. Kui Mulang, put your family affairs aside for now." The fairy in red clothes and high horns frowned.

After all, Kuimulang was a man who had committed a crime and had done meritorious service. He lacked the confidence to face other star gods who had no bad deeds, so he could only curse them in a low voice and then return to the team and go down to the mortal world.

The palace of the Elephant City.

When Shakuntala walked into the hall holding his son's hand, all the men's eyes were attracted. Dusyanta, who was sitting on the throne, looked around, as if he remembered something, and said in an ambiguous tone: "Beautiful girl, are you here to ask the king for help?"

"Hahaha..." The ministers sitting in two rows under the throne either sat up straight or whispered to each other. Bharata felt that everyone's gazes were filled with some kind of sticky and disgusting emotion, and he could not help but quietly clench his fists.

"Ahem!" The three ascetics coughed hard to remind the nobles that there were other living people here. "We are disciples of the sage Gandhara. Following the teacher's order, we are sending his daughter, Shakuntala, the wife the king married seven years ago, and the little prince Bharata to reunite with the king."

Dushyanta was delighted at first, but his face darkened when he heard the last part. He glared at Bharata and tightly grasped the armrest of the throne. The ministers' eyes fell on Bharata at the same time, and then they burst into laughter.

"Has the immortal Ganpo become senile? This boy has this physique, how can he be only six years old?"

"Where did this bastard come from? He wants our king to be his cheap father?"

"I think this woman is fickle and gave birth to a wild child in her early years. She wants to blame it on our king, right?"

Doushantuo's chest rose and fell rapidly, and he suddenly leaned towards the throne, saying frivolously: "The daughter of the immortal Ganpo is indeed beautiful - but, I don't know this woman at all."

Shakhunya opened her tender eyes wide as if struck by lightning, looking at Doushantuo's face full of boredom and contempt, her lips moving in and out: "Why did she say she was my wife? Is she not smart?"

He hit his head, staring at Sha Gong's bewildered face with anger and grievance, "Or... this little slut has too many lovers, she got confused and included me in the list?"

Shakun finally regained the ability to speak and said with tears in her eyes, "My husband, how could you think of me like this? Have you forgotten? Seven years ago, you passed by the forest temple and asked to see my father. My father was not at home, so I came forward to receive you. You said you fell in love with me and wanted me to marry you, and you also said you would take me back. I have been waiting for you, but you never came until our son Bharata was six years old. So my father sent someone to bring us here."

Doushantuo spread his hands and laughed: "Although I am a benevolent monarch, I have the obligation to help every helpless woman. But I don't like a slut, and I am not interested in recognizing someone else's son as my own prince."

Shakun turned pale and was about to argue, but Bharata, indignant at his mother’s humiliation, tugged at her arm and said, “Mom, don’t you understand?”

The man recognized you, but because I was there, he suspected that you had cheated on him, so he humiliated you verbally and tried to force you to leave!

But when he looked into his mother's innocent eyes, the boy couldn't bear to say anything. He just held back his tears and said, "Mom, he doesn't recognize us, and we don't recognize him either. Let's go back!"

The three practitioners who had been silent changed their color slightly and said, "Bharata, the Dharma stipulates that a married woman belongs to her husband's family, and her parents' family will not take in guests who stay for a long time."

The reason why the sage Ganpo sent the mother and son to see Dosyanta was itself a veiled order to expel them.

Shakun shuddered and said with tears in his eyes, "I know. I will not force my father to violate the Dharma. I will just live near the monastery with Bharata and will not disturb my father and fellow disciples."

She could pick and weave, Bharata could hunt, and they could survive by their own hands.

The three practitioners refused and said sternly, "Shakuntala, you will shake our practice!"

Such a beauty, if her husband's family doesn't want her and her parents don't accept her, she will live alone. Isn't this tempting everyone to make mistakes?

"Hahahahaha!"

"Hahahahaha!"

The ministers were laughing so hard in their seats, watching a beautiful lady like a fairy fall into a situation where no one would take her in. They were enjoying the show as if they were watching a rare drama. One of them patted his thigh and said with a smile: "Nowhere to go? Little whore, come and pour me a glass of wine, maybe I can introduce you to the biggest brothel in Xiangcheng. Isn't your son very strong? He can also go to empty the toilet, haha!"

Bharata was so angry that he was shaking. His clenched fists seemed to have exerted so much strength that the Bodhi bead chain tied to his upper arm slowly broke. "Mom, let's go!" He grabbed Shakun's clothes and begged.

Shagong held his son's cold hand, wiped away his tears, and said angrily to the princes and nobles above: "The king refuses to acknowledge his wife, the father refuses to acknowledge his son, and the minister humiliates his mistress and prince. None of you has eyes that match your status! Dushantuo, just wait. Without you, my son can still become the lord of the earth by his own ability. But if the crimes you accuse are slander, let your heads be broken into a hundred pieces!"

After that, he took his son's hand and walked out of the hall quickly. The people in the hall who were high and mighty were left with gloomy faces, exchanging glances with each other, seeming to be afraid, but also pretending to be indifferent.

Although most people in Hezhou speak in a boastful manner, few people utter curses unless they are deeply spiritual or of noble blood. How dare a fairy who doesn't want an adopted daughter threaten a man like this? It shows that she has no virtue and low character. The curse is naturally just a bluff.

Thinking of this, people who had achieved logical consistency immediately started toasting each other again, and the hall was quickly filled with a happy atmosphere.

Sha Gong held his son's hand and walked a long way in one breath until he bumped into someone and then stopped.

She apologized out of habit, and when she looked up, she found that it was Wen Jiao who was holding a little lion in front of her. She was looking at her with compassion in her eyes.

Somehow, the grief that had been suppressed suddenly burst out. Sha Gong fell to the ground, stroked Wen Jiao's toes, and burst into tears.