Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

When the postcard sent by the frog Xuanzang showed that the master and his disciples had reached Tuoluo Village, the cheekbones of all the civil and military officials in Xiangcheng, except for Alo Nashun, had been broken by the White Tent King. Among them, Doushantuo was in the worst condition, with half of his teeth knocked out.

Fortunately, the hundred kings had arrived in Elephant City one after another, and the new palace had been completed under the hard work of the craftsmen day and night. Everything was ready, except for the queen and her son to get married.

Alonashun led a long wedding procession, carrying the staggering weight of a thousand boxes of betrothal gifts, and left Elephant City and headed towards the Jingxiu Forest.

Not long ago, Shakuntala took Bharata back to live in the forest monastery of her adoptive father, the sage Gampa. The news that Dusyanta was going to marry her in an unprecedented grand wedding had spread all over India, and groups of white cows from Elephant City had been sent to the monastery. This time, the sage Gampa did not refuse his adopted daughter's request to marry out of his own family.

Shagun went to her adoptive father's room to bid farewell. She had been dressed in a bright red sari adorned with gems by the maids sent by Dushanta, and adorned with a headdress, nose ring and armlets inlaid with gold beads, which made her already radiant beauty even more beautiful, like the moon surrounded by stars, and even more gorgeous.

She's like a queen.

To be precise, she was destined to become a queen, and now she was just about to return to her destined position.

As the sage looked at her bangles fluttering as she bowed down, he was filled with mixed feelings. After reciting the auspicious words of blessing, he could not help but say, "You married the partner chosen for you by the god of love, Kama. Although there were many twists and turns along the way, the ending was ultimately a happy one. Don't resent me anymore."

When Dusyanta refused to acknowledge their mother-son identity, Gampo refused to take Shakun and his mother back to her parents' home, pushing them into a desperate situation. He knew that his adopted daughter had resentment in her heart.

Shakuntala was stabbed by the exquisitely painted eyes, and her thick eyelashes trembled like black butterflies: "Father, what can Shakuntala hate you for? Everything you do is not against the Dharma. Moreover, the Dharma stipulates that a married woman is no longer a family member of her father. You could have sent me to Dusyanta seven years ago, but you didn't. You took me in for seven whole years until Bharata grew up."

If Bharata had not grown stronger and stronger, and his brows had not gradually revealed the heroic spirit of an outstanding Kshatriya warrior, staying in the Brahmin monastery would only delay his future, and the sage Ganba would probably have kept them for a few more years. But, but...

Does a woman who is abandoned by her husband deserve to be abandoned by her father as well?

She still remembered the song that the sage Gānpo sang when he sent her to Elephanta to meet Dushyāna: “Because girls belong to others after all,

"I now give her to her husband,

"My mood immediately became lighter and happier.

"It's like returning something that was deposited."

After being humiliated by Doushantuo, whenever she thought of this, a gnashing pain would well up in her heart.

Of course, she didn't say the following words.

The immortal Ganpo didn't know what she was thinking, so he just brought out a box and said, "This is the wedding dress that the tree spirits of the Quiet Forest gave you."

When she opened it, she found a wedding dress made of unknown material. It felt smooth to the touch and shone brightly. It was decorated not with gems but with colorful buds and flowers that were fragrant and would never wither. As long as she put it on, it was like spring was covering her graceful body.

Sha Gong has a unique bloodline and was born with the ability to communicate with nature. Since childhood, she has been the favorite of all the natural spirits in Jingxiu Forest. This time she is getting married, and these spiritual objects are naturally given as gifts.

Nature is always generous, at least much more generous than many people are to their loved ones and their women.

Shakun said, "Father, can you give us one more blessing?"

The sage Ganpo refused and said, "I gave you the blessing seven years ago, and you used it on your future son. Being too greedy will only make you unable to appreciate the happiness you have already obtained."

Sha Gong smiled disappointedly, stood up and left.

She saw a long wedding procession, all dressed in their best clothes, and the Prime Minister Aranashon escorted a white elephant carrying a wedding sedan toward her. On the other side of the white elephant was her son Bharata, who had changed into luxurious clothes, wearing a dazzling golden crown, a golden necklace, golden earrings, and a golden necklace, and riding a tall white horse, like a majestic and handsome prince.

But there was a long pestle tied to the horse. It was sent by Dushantuo to please him. It was said to be a powerful weapon of an ancient warrior collected by the royal family of Elephant City. It was very heavy, and even the most famous strongman in Elephant City could hardly move it. Bharata made it very powerful, and because of its weight, as long as he swung it, ordinary warriors would be scared even to get close to it. Some would be thrown away, and some would have more than a dozen bones broken.

She shouldn't have brought it with her when she got married. But Bharata insisted on bringing it, and Alanashun didn't dare to disobey. After all, no matter who you are, when you have a tough mother who can curse the heads of all the civil servants and the king into a hundred pieces, your words will always be more effective.

The wedding procession left Jingxiu Forest and headed towards Xiangcheng at a leisurely pace.

The Ganpo Immortal watched the last person disappear into the lush forest, then he leaned on his walking stick and said to the disciples surrounding him, "Go back and continue your practice."

The practitioners dispersed immediately. Ganpo walked alone to the tree where he usually meditated. The lush green leaves cast a mottled coolness, which could quickly bring him peace of mind and body in the past. But today, for some reason, the disordered and complex shadows of the leaves made him feel unprecedentedly upset.

My daughter is getting married successfully, and my grandson is going to be on the right path to be the Lord of the Earth. I should have put my worries aside. What else are you worried about that makes you so upset?

As Ganpo asked himself, he heard someone say, "Now that your troubles are over, you should be free from worries. Why do you look so lost and panic-stricken, like a wild goose that has lost its flock?"

The voice was gentle, clear, and elegant. No matter which country it was, it would be considered a very pleasant female voice. When the immortal Ganpo heard it, a flash of anger appeared between his brows.

This tree was his secret place for rest and meditation. Except for his favorite disciples, no other disciples were allowed to enter. Women were naturally not allowed to get close to it. Even his wife was not allowed to get close to it when she was alive, let alone other women.

Is she a female companion of a practitioner who doesn't know the rules, or a witch who wants to ruin his practice?

The Ganpo Immortal looked angrily and saw a woman in green clothes coming out from behind the tree, holding onto the trunk of the tree. She seemed very angry about her "blasphemy" of the sacred tree and deliberately stroked the trunk a few more times: "Yin Wenjiao, the Immortal from the Southern Continent, has come to discuss the Dao with the Ganpo Immortal."