Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Her eyes were like willow leaves containing stars. When he was glanced at by these eyes intentionally or unintentionally, Ganpo Immortal actually had the urge to bow his head.

If an immortal's realm, cultivation, knowledge, and methods are far superior to his, then his caste and gender will no longer matter.

Many years ago, he was convinced by the immortal Zhongyou. Many years later, he would naturally be convinced by Wen Jiao.

The old immortal turned and left without a word with a flick of his wooden staff. The two disciples were stunned for a moment, and quickly caught up with him. After walking a few steps, they heard a gentle voice behind them: "Slow down, immortal. I helped your grandson a lot, shouldn't you return the favor, such as telling me how to get to Shanjian City?"

The Ganpo Immortal tripped and almost fell to the ground: "You..."

Are we going to cause trouble for Indra, the Emperor of Heaven?

"That's not something the old immortal should know." Wen Jiao said with a slight smile.

Watching the figures of the master and his disciples gradually disappear into the distance, Huo Ling'er dug the ground with her claws and said excitedly, "It turns out that Shanjian City is on Mount Xumi in Renli Heaven. Should we go and fight him now?"

Wen Jiao smiled: "Indra is the emperor of the gods after all, and he was also a god of war in his early years. We have to find this trouble, but we have to plan it calmly. Let's finish watching this excitement before leaving."

The next day, Bharata's succession ceremony was successfully held after intensive preparations. The ceremony was presided over by the sage Gandharva. He was recognized before he even had time to leave, and was naturally invited to the palace to be the initiation priest for his godson.

When he held the golden pot and slowly poured the holy water mixed with honey, spices and milk into Bharata's hair, he saw tears flashing in the eyes of Shakuntala who was sitting high up.

This woman, who was a desperate abandoned woman a few months ago, is now surrounded by silk and covered with jewels. Flowers, cinnabar, saffron, and rose oil make her look like a fragrant and pleasant goddess statue, so dazzling that it is impossible to look directly at her.

The sage Ganpo always knew that his adopted daughter, who possessed thirty-two auspicious signs, was destined to become a queen. But he never expected that she would never become a queen, but instead became a queen mother.

Perhaps, this fate is better than being a queen? Is this the destiny bestowed upon her by the fairy?

The immortal Ganpo was filled with emotion.

A grand banquet was held after the new king was crowned. Queen Mother Sha Gong comforted the kings of various countries who were stranded in Xiangcheng with gentle words, expressed sincere gratitude to Yin Ruohua, presented many precious gifts, and invited the caravans of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom to visit Xiangcheng more often.

When she faced Wang Xuance and others present, she was enthusiastic but her expression was much more complicated. Emotionally, they had stabbed her theoretical husband Dou Shantuo and left him seriously injured, making her a widow early, so she should be cold to them; logically, they had wiped out all the elite soldiers in Xiangcheng, so she should be angry with them.

But when she thought about the end of her marriage with Dushantuo, she actually felt a little happy in her heart. As for the latter, it was Dushantuo who slaughtered the envoys first, and the two armies were inferior in fighting skills. Instead of taking the opportunity to destroy Xiangcheng, the other side was willing to support Bharata to succeed to the throne.

After seeing how the War Elephant Army was annihilated, the people of Xiangcheng no longer had the determination to fight to the death, and only hoped to coax the enemy away as soon as possible. Last night, the noble ladies of Xiangcheng took turns to come to the palace, half teaching and half coaxing her to treat Wang Xuance and other nobles well. Judging from their expressions, if Wang Xuance wanted her to sleep with him, they would force her to wash and dress...

This made her even more confused about how to face these foreigners.

However, Shakuntala still forced himself to be enthusiastic. He first thanked him for forgiving Bharata and Elephanta, and also agreed to send an envoy to the Tang Dynasty to pay tribute next year.

This young empress dowager was not yet sophisticated enough to adapt to her current status, but she was beautiful, sincere, gentle, elegant and cultured enough. Faced with such a woman, no one would have the heart to find fault with her imperfections.

Wen Jiao hid behind the dim lights and nodded with satisfaction: "Neither humble nor overbearing, he advances and retreats in moderation, and he has taken all aspects into consideration. Sha Gong has the style of an ancient master." After a pause, she continued, "But I don't like the customs of the people in Tianzhu very much. This is a rare opportunity, I must find more books for them to read."

Wang Xuance, who was facing Sha Gong directly, was obviously very satisfied with the enthusiasm of the young and beautiful queen mother. He drank a few cups and then discussed the details of the tribute with the officials of Xiangcheng.

Just halfway through his speech, his expression suddenly froze and he tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something.

The officials of Xiangcheng were terrified when they saw this: "If the angel is not satisfied, how about adding another hundred tusks to the tribute?"

Wang Xuance came back to his senses and said in a deep voice, "I don't want the ivory, but I have a few scriptures written by great men from the Southern Continent. I will now pass them on to your country. I hope that within a year, every household in Xiangcheng will be able to read and recite them."

He reached into his sleeve and found a thin book there, which was the Tao Te Ching.

The official of Xiangcheng solemnly took it, raised it above his head, and then put it down in front of him, saying with tears in his eyes: "We will definitely do what the angel asked. Don't worry, it won't take a year, just half a year. I guarantee that the whole sky of Xiangcheng will echo with the chanting of the precious book you gave us."

Wang Xuance felt something heavy in his sleeve again, knowing that Wen Jiao must have sent more books. He reached into his sleeve and took out another copy of Nanhua Jing.

The number of words in "Nanhua Jing" is more than fifteen times that of "Tao Te Ching". Wang Xuance spent a long time rummaging in his sleeves before he finished taking out the book.

He was about to speak to the somewhat gloomy face of the Xiangcheng official, when he suddenly felt his sleeves become heavy. He took out another copy of the Tongxuan Zhenjing, a total of 12 volumes.

Without even looking at the expressions of the officials in Xiangcheng, Wang Xuance felt that he had gone too far. He cleared his throat and was about to speak when he felt his sleeves become heavier again. This time, the weight was even heavier than before. Wang Xuance was caught off guard and was almost pulled to the side by the sudden increase in weight in his sleeves.

This time, he took out another copy of "Taiping Jing", which had a total of 170 volumes.

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The mouths of the officials in Xiangcheng were getting wider and wider, and they seemed unable to close them. Wang Xuance looked at the pile of scriptures in front of them, wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sore hands, and changed his words: "Three years... No, ten years is not impossible."

The faces of the officials in Xiangcheng were still as pale as death, and they opened their mouths but could not utter a word.

Wang Xuance changed his words again: "It is enough for every family to recite the Daodejing. As for the rest... the Nanhuajing and Tongxuanjing, all Brahmins, officials and nobles need to recite them by heart. As for the last one, the Taipingjing... please urge King Bharata to learn it."

Both the host and the guests were very happy at the same time.