Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Compared to the sage Vaiśravaṇa, who forcibly broke through the caste ceiling and comprehended the supreme truth through asceticism, the realm of Gānva Sage is undoubtedly far behind. His family has been the Vedas' praisers for generations, and his family is well-educated. He is therefore well-known for his mastery of the Rig Veda, and all his practice comes from this. To say that he is the last among the Brahma sages is not an intentional derogatory statement.

However, to deal with tens of thousands of ordinary people, it is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

The karmic fire transformed into a red lotus as big as ten acres, which slowly bloomed at a leisurely pace below the land where the battlefield was located. The scorching heat caused the mud, sand and grass above to collapse and turn into scorched earth in an instant.

No one would doubt that if a spark from this red lotus touched even a little bit of flesh and blood, it would immediately turn into a pool of soulless ashes.

In an instant, for example, the Tang Army and the Ling Army who were killing happily, and even the War Elephant Army who were theoretically protected but actually caught in the attack range of the Fire Lotus, fell silent.

The expected disaster of burning did not come. Instead, a ray of green light spanning the earth suddenly spread out, like an extremely delicate knife, which struck the line between the ground and the people, horses, and elephants at the moment when the heat of the fire lotus broke through the ground and was about to burn countless flesh and blood bodies.

The clear light was fleeting, but the fire lotus was also firmly suppressed under the invisible line. No matter how hard the Ganpo Immortal urged it, it could not cross the forbidden area.

Above the blue sky, Wen Jiao looked at the long jade tablet in her hand: "This meteorite-splitting sky tablet was given by the Jade Emperor. Apart from other things, this ability to split the sky is extremely mysterious."

Huo Ling'er was no longer nestling in her arms, but standing at her feet, stretching her neck to look down. Upon hearing this, she exclaimed, "That's right. With just a slight scratch, a ten-acre space rift was instantly created between the battlefield and the land!"

The sea of ​​fire was right under my feet, and every wave had the power to swallow up an entire mighty war elephant. Although I didn't know why the fire wouldn't burn me, the hellish scene alone was enough to scare me.

The fighting had stopped without anyone noticing.

Wang Xuance took in the battle situation, thought for a moment, and then shouted: "Jiang Shiren!"

Jiang Shiren understood and waved his flag: "Kill!"

The two armies were facing each other, on the line of life and death, fighting for the fleeting opportunity. When the Tang and Ling armies attacked with all their might, and the War Elephant Army was still staring at its feet in a daze, the latter were like fish on the chopping board to the former, ready to be slaughtered at will.

The two snow-white eyebrows of the Ganpo Immortal had been twisted into a ball of white thread, and he was about to perform a new spell when he suddenly saw a flash of light before his eyes, and there were two figures, one human and one lion.

"The disaster in Xiangcheng started with the greed of the king of Xiangcheng. Under the instigation of Prime Minister Alonashun, he massacred the envoys sent by several countries to the Great Tang Kingdom in the southern continent." Facing the questioning eyes of the old immortal, Wen Jiao said slowly, her green skirt fluttering without wind, like a green and shining precious flower, "Robbering property, killing envoys, servants, and guards, such evil deeds will be punished by heaven. Please don't help the evildoers, otherwise you will bring disaster upon yourself and it will be embarrassing."

The two disciples followed Ganpo for many years. In addition to the other great masters, everyone they met was respectful to Ganpo, and they were also very polite to their disciples. Even the arrogant kings had to force a smile when they saw them. The women were even more respectful, lowering their heads and looking attentively, fearing that the slightest hospitality would displease the noble forest dwellers and bring disaster.

They had never seen a woman dare to speak so arrogantly in front of an immortal.

The two looked at each other, frowned, took three steps forward, and wanted to open their mouths to scold. But they saw a fiery red little lion walk out from behind Wen Jiao, and the next moment its body suddenly grew to a height of ten feet, looking down at them with its mouth wide open, revealing two rows of sharp teeth like iron picks, and exhaled a breath of relief.

A tornado came towards them, forcing the two men to retreat again and again. When they retreated behind the old immortal Ganpo, the old immortal waved his wooden staff with both hands and dispersed the wind.

The sage Ganpo moved his lips a few times: "This is just your one-sided statement. How do I know you are not making excuses for the enemy?"

Wen Jiao straightened the yellow shawl on her arm and said softly, "Does the Immortal have any misunderstandings? I don't need to deceive you."

The Ganpo Immortal and the two disciples all changed color. They naturally knew that Wen Jiao's words did not mean that she never cheated, but simply disdained to cheat them.

If it was any other woman who dared to be so disrespectful to the immortal, the immortal would have already cursed her. But for the woman in front of him...

The master and his two disciples were dismayed to find that they actually felt that what she said was very sincere.

"No matter what the difficulties are, it is too much to lead so many soldiers and horses to destroy the country. As an immortal worshipped by the previous kings of Xiangcheng, I can't just stand by and watch in vain." Ganpo Immortal said with a bitter heart.

"This is a coincidence, isn't it?" Wen Jiao smiled at the master and disciple of Ganpo Immortal, "Let me introduce myself again. I am Qingmiao Yuanjun of the Southern Continent, and I also hold the position of Guangmingxingjun of the East. Before I ascended to heaven, I had another identity. I was the seal holder of the Taoist Scriptures Department, and was given the title of Master Jingrong by the imperial handwriting of His Majesty Li Shimin, the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty."

You are receiving tribute from the monarch of Xiangcheng, so you have to transcend the distinction between immortals and mortals and take care of the troubles that Xiangcheng has brought upon itself. But who isn't?

What's more, my emperor is countless times more wise than the local prince of your tiny country, and the courtesy he shows me is countless times more sincere than the offerings your monarch gives you.

At least, His Majesty Li Shimin would not defile my cheap child and then walk away without admitting it, right?

Wen Jiao thought about that scene leisurely and felt a chill.

She rubbed her arms covered with goose bumps and continued, "As a guest of Hezhou in Xiniu, I should not point fingers at the host. It is against the elegance of being a guest. But as you said, as a newcomer to the king, I can't just stand by and watch. Since the people of the Tang Dynasty have been bullied, it is naturally inconvenient for me, the former Master Jingrong, to stand by and watch. How about this, let's continue to fight?"

He smiled and glanced at the disciple behind him, "If the Immortal feels that I am being unfair to the young, you can also ask the two senior disciples to attack together."

The face of Ganpo Immortal was extremely ugly. He turned around and looked at his disciples. The two big men who used to act like masters to the people, now looked at their master with their eyes flickering, not daring to look him in the eye, like quails frightened by thunder.

It's not like he hasn't lost before, and his two disciples are still in this state. If the three of them, master and disciples, fight together, what good result can there be other than embarrassment?

The old immortal's hands were shaking as he gripped the wooden staff, and he was unable to speak for a moment.

Seeing this, Wen Jiao raised her index finger and suggested, "Since the three of you are unwilling, why don't you all stop and just watch from the sidelines. Let's see..." She looked towards the battlefield and said in a serious voice, "Will the result of this backlash of karma be a victory for the Tang army, or a rebirth for Xiangcheng?"