Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Even though the belief in Wen Jiao had spread to the Kingdom of Huor, the Kingdom of Baoxiang, the Kingdom of Jiadi, and the Kingdom of Xiliang Women, and was threatening to flow from the Kingdom of Xiliang Women to India, in the Tang Dynasty, due to the deliberate concealment of the matter by Yin Kaishan and his wife, the Tang people's impression of her still remained on Jingrong Zhenren, the former seal holder of the Taoist Records and personally conferred by Li Shimin.

Oh, a few years ago, after escorting Princess Wencheng to marry and return to Tang, she passed the position of the seal holder of the Daolu Division to her disciple, Master Miaodao Mingcheng, and she herself traveled around the world, and her whereabouts are unknown.

Therefore, when Wen Jiao appeared in front of him as an immortal, even though Wang Xuance was familiar with her, he couldn't help but be surprised. It was very unexpected, but thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem that surprising. It was just that when did she become an immortal, why didn't there be any rumors?

Immortals have their own dignity. Wang Xuance naturally cannot ask Wen Jiao questions like he would a mortal. He immediately calmed down and answered her questions first: "The saint sent me as an envoy to India. Four Indian kings admired the king's rule and were willing to send envoys with state gifts to accompany us to the Tang Dynasty to pay tribute. Who would have thought that when the caravan arrived here, it was robbed by these barbarians who did not know the king's rule!"

Wen Jiao frowned: "If General Wang wants to take revenge immediately, you might as well pray to me."

The delegation was robbed and killed by foreign ministers, which was a great shame. If she had not made a pact with Gesar and restrained herself from attacking mortals at will, the gangsters would have been dead on the spot. Why would she have to be so long-winded? But there are always more solutions than problems. As long as Wang Xuance or Jiang Shiren is willing to pray, she can immediately respond to the call and kill him back, giving the group of Xiangcheng warriors a little shock of the former Tang Dynasty bold woman.

Jiang Shiren's eyes lit up and he was about to speak when he saw Wang Xuance shaking his head decisively.

This man, who was not very impressive among the many famous generals of the Tang Dynasty, suddenly showed a hint of power and a scornful attitude that belonged to the generals of the Zhenguan period. He looked solemn and his eyes were cold: "They are just some shameless thieves who are not worthy of being on the stage. They have no other ability except to win by numbers. There is no need for a real person to take action. I have my own way to avenge this!"

He and Jiang Shiren took a short break before setting off again. Wen Jiao did not try to intervene, but only left two pills that could help them heal their injuries quickly.

For such a talented, ambitious, and courageous person, the so-called help from the gods is actually a questioning and smearing of his abilities.

After watching the two go away, Wen Jiao turned around and performed the Earth Shrinking Technique. The ground beneath her feet changed rapidly, and in the blink of an eye she was already in the wilderness she had just seen, hiding under a bodhi tree.

While Alonashun was checking the stolen goods, he suddenly felt dizzy.

The memory began to rewind, slowly flowing upstream from the exquisite ivory carvings in front of me, and then stopped at a moment of yesterday.

Doushantuo, with a sad face, collapsed on the throne, holding his swollen head with both hands in pain: "Prime Minister, I really envy you for not being in the palace that day. Now among the ministers in Xiangcheng, you are the only one who has not been touched by the curse."

That's because I was nearly cursed by a follower of the Demon-Subduing Goddess the day before. After returning to the city, I was busy offering sacrifices to all the gods and spirits to pray for a change of fortune, so I asked for leave from you.

Alonashun muttered to himself, his eyes looking at Doushantuo, but his gaze subtly shifted away, not looking at his head which was swollen three times and had several messy slap marks on it.

It was so ugly, so weird, and so funny that Alonashun was afraid that he would burst out laughing. "I have also heard about the conditions proposed by Queen Shakuntala. Your Majesty, do you want me to draw up a list of envoys to the 100 kingdoms, and then hire craftsmen from each country to start building a new palace?"

Dusyanta's head, which was swollen like a fathead fish, showed a painful expression. Shakuntala's exorbitant request really pushed him to the edge of the cliff. If he obeyed, he would go bankrupt. If he didn't obey, he would be cursed to death: "The money is not enough..."

If a hundred kings were invited to the wedding, the envoys would be kicked out if they just opened their mouths. They had to bring generous gifts before they could ask for a treat. This alone was enough to empty the treasury of Xiangcheng.

There was also a new palace to be built. This requirement was not difficult in the past. It would take at most ten or eight years to build. The problem was that the palace had to be built before the wedding, and the wedding had to be held before Doushantuo's head was completely shattered. This required more craftsmen and laborers. A rough calculation showed that they would need at least ten times more.

There were definitely not enough craftsmen in Elephant City, so they had to go to neighboring countries to hire them. The palace had to be built to perfection, the stone had to be white and delicate enough, and the gems and pearls inlaid had to be pure and dazzling enough. Otherwise, after it was finally built, Shakuntala and his mother thought he was just being perfunctory and were unwilling to move in. What would they do?

With this one item included, even Doushantuo’s personal treasury would not be enough.

A thousand boxes of gifts are the easiest to prepare. They don't have to be filled with jewels and silk. Utensils, clothes, books, flowers, and seeds can all be used. You can also put a heavy enough weapon in each box in the name of giving it to the prince. If all else fails, you can just fill it with a hundred boxes of fried candy balls.

As a powerful official who had long harbored the noble ambition of usurping the throne, Alonashun knew the state of the treasury of the city better than Dusyanta, and he understood the expression on his face. It turned out that the king, who only knew how to hunt and play with women, did not have enough money, so he set his sights on him.

Is Alanasun rich? Of course he is. Born into a family of prime ministers, his wealth in this elephant city is second only to King Dusyanta.

But having money and being willing to donate a large sum of money to fill the hole of one's king's romantic debts are two completely different matters.

But since Dushantuo had come to him, it was obviously not his turn to make excuses. Alonashun had to give him a satisfactory answer today.

He rolled his eyes a few times, came up with an idea, and said with a flattering smile: "I heard that four kings sent envoys to pay tribute to a country called Tang thousands of miles away."

Dou Shantuo narrowed his eyes and understood his hidden meaning.

Alonashun waved his hands and made a pancake shape: "How many priceless treasures would the four countries have to present to the great country?"

Dou Shantuo's heart was clearly moved: "Will it be possible..."

He didn't finish his words, but Alon Shun, who had been his lord and subject for many years, naturally understood what he had not said and immediately laughed, "They are just four small countries. They are afraid of our army in Xiangcheng, so they dare not make it public even if they suffer a loss. As for the Tang Kingdom, it is thousands of miles away. As long as they are clean enough, they will not know what happened.

"Even if we didn't do it cleanly enough, can the Tang Kingdom come across thousands of miles to settle accounts with us in Xiangcheng? Even if they come, it's a good opportunity for them to experience the power of our Xiangcheng warriors!"

Under the Bodhi tree, Wen Jiao withdrew her divine sense that was exploring the memory and chuckled.