Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

He sat high on a lotus platform, his body radiating great light. Above, it illuminated the gods and immortals of the thirty-three heavens; below, it illuminated the insects, snakes, ghosts and monsters of the thirty-three earths.

The lotus platform was crowded with people bowing their heads. In the crowd, the figures of Maitreya Buddha, Sun Wukong, and the twenty-eight stars could be seen faintly. These gods, who were usually high and mighty or unruly, now had respectful and flattering smiles on their faces, and they kowtowed one after another.

He was filled with pride and laughed loudly, pointing one hand to the sky and the other to the ground: "I am the Buddha!

“I am the only true Buddha!

"I am the only one who is supreme in the world. I am leaving now, and my life is over!

“You mortals, worship me! Hehehehehahahahahahahahaha!”

"So cute." A clear female voice came from somewhere, with a hint of laughter, "I haven't had the madness of a young man in many years."

"Ahem, why are you looking at me, ma'am? Even when I was causing havoc in the Heavenly Palace, I only said, 'The Jade Emperor takes turns to sit on my throne, this year it's my turn', and I have never been so arrogant."

The sound seemed somewhat similar to that of a certain annoying monkey named Sun, but didn’t that monkey already flee?

The old monster with yellow eyebrows suddenly opened his eyes, and recalled the beautiful dream with some lingering feelings. Just then, a little monster disguised as one of the Eighteen Arhats rushed in: "Buddha! It's bad! That Monkey King has brought a group of new heavenly soldiers and generals, and has somehow released the group of gods imprisoned in the cellar. They are challenging us outside!"

The old monster with yellow eyebrows wrinkled his nose and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you panicking?" He patted the bag of human race on his waist and said, "With your Buddha's treasure, even if the Eastern Buddha Maitreya comes, he will be a fake. No matter how many heavenly soldiers and generals come, it won't be a problem!"

The little goblin then changed his worry into joy: "The Buddha is right, the Buddha is right."

The old monster with yellow eyebrows came out with "all the gods and Buddhas" and saw Wukong also gathered a group of heavenly soldiers and generals. Among them, the twenty-eight stars were old acquaintances, who had just been caught in a sack by him the day before. Another group of people was unfamiliar. The two leaders had hunched backs like camels, and behind them were several brave generals and a large group of elite soldiers in black clothes and black armor. The other one was dressed in green and white, but was a beautiful woman, standing next to Wukong.

The old monster with yellow eyebrows glanced at everyone, not taking them seriously at all, and pointed his finger directly at Wukong: "You monkey head, you still dare to come? Do you think that if you bring more people to give yourself courage, I will be afraid of you?"

Wukong laughed: "No, no, don't you usually bring a bunch of little goblins with you to give yourself courage?"

The two sides had no idea what was going on and started fighting.

Although there were more people on Wukong's side in this fight than the previous one, the Twenty-Eight Constellations had been tormented for a day and a night, and the remaining poison in their bodies had not yet been eliminated, and their strength had not yet recovered. They only played a fancy role in clearing the periphery and confusing people's eyes.

Although the turtle generals and the five dragon gods newly invited by Wukong are quite powerful, they are still far from being comparable to the Twenty-Eight Mansions in their heyday.

As for the woman in green, she was just a filler, with weak strength and only a white silk magic weapon, which made her difficult to deal with. Whenever the yellow-browed monster's mace was moving fast and dangerous, she would always throw the white silk in her arm, and the white silk would carry a cold, icy, and cool aura, covering him without a trace, forcing the yellow-browed monster to retreat half a step and change his moves before fighting again.

Apart from this, there were no other changes except for the monkey, which was still difficult to deal with. And this monkey, as usual, could be caught with a human bag when it was too difficult to defeat.

This fight makes me feel sleepy, the old monster with yellow eyebrows thought.

Just keep beating them, and when I can’t beat them anymore, I’ll pack them up in a bag and take them away as usual.

The bored old monster with yellow eyebrows was completely unaware that a tiny black snake was stealthily approaching his position, bypassing the heavy and messy footsteps with incredibly agile movements.

The woman in green once again raised the white silk, this time wrapping it around the old monster with yellow eyebrows. The two sides wrestled for a few seconds, and once again she was exhausted and took back the magic weapon.

The black snake took advantage of this opportunity and swam to the side of the yellow-browed monster. It flashed its fangs and bit his ankle hard.

Snake General Zhuguang Ji was formerly one of the Six Heavenly Demon Kings. How cruel is his poison?

Anyway, the old monster with yellow eyebrows suddenly turned purple.

After all, he was a fairy in the flesh, unlike Wukong and Huo Ling'er who were born with stone lumps and had a high resistance to poison. It was a fierce battle and the blood was flowing vigorously. Once the fangs broke through the defense, the venom immediately circulated throughout the body, and the heart suddenly stopped beating for two beats.

Where did this blind worm come from to ruin my good deeds! The old monster with yellow eyebrows secretly thought that it was not good, and he didn't even have time to curse, and subconsciously wanted to untie the wrinkled human bag around his waist.

However, his skills were affected by the snake venom, and his speed was not as fast as before. In the moment when he was slightly stiff, the hand that was trying to untie the bag was pricked by something.

Yes, at first, the Yellow-browed Monster really thought that he was just stabbed.

Then, he felt a touch at his waist, and found that the human bag had been picked up by Wukong with a stick. The old monster with yellow eyebrows could not chase him.

He held his injured hand, and a three-inch-long fine needle slowly emerged because it was stained with blood. It had pierced his palm and was trying to fly out of his palm, struggling like a strong fish stranded on the shore.

After a brief paralysis caused by the snake venom, an indescribable feeling emanated from the wound on the palm of his hand. The old monster with yellow eyebrows could not describe the feeling. All he could think of was a line of words: "Pain, pain, pain, pain!"

He fell to his knees in pain, and then rolled over on the ground. He didn't even notice when the needle flew back into the fingers of the woman in green, when the snake he called a long worm suddenly turned into a general, and when Wukong's golden hoop was about to hit his crown...

Until a huge sigh resounded throughout the place. Peace, tranquility, happiness, and all kinds of joyful emotions flowed, and the shouts of killing did not stop.

Wukong sang in one direction and said, "Is this the Buddha from the East? Excuse me, what wind brought you here?"

Everyone looked over and saw a cloud slowly approaching, on which was a smiling monk with big ears and a fat body. It was the Maitreya Buddha. Everyone bowed to him hastily.

Maitreya Buddha said with a smile: "I came here for this disrespectful little demon - boy, do you know the height of heaven and the depth of earth now?"

When I was a child, I always liked to steal powerful things from adults, and imitate the person I thought was the most powerful when no one was around. As I acted out the performance, it seemed as if I could replace the real with the fake, and I began to look down on everyone.

Until I was picked up by an adult, placed on his knees, and given a good beating of fried bamboo shoots on my butt.

Huang Mei heard his master's voice in the midst of the severe pain. He felt that the voice was more beautiful than ever before. Tears welled up in his eyes and he knelt down with all his strength: "Master, help me!"

He pointed at Wen Jiao and trembled, "That woman is so shameless, she attacked by surprise!"