Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Seven-character quatrain: The entrance to the mountain and persimmon alley?

Hearing this name, Wen Jiao immediately understood. If there is a place in Journey to the West that can leave a deep impression on readers with its own conditions without the help of monsters, then this Qijue Mountain Xishi Lane is definitely one of them.

Unlike the turbulent Tongtian River and the scorching heat of Huoyan Mountain, the characteristic of this place is one and only one word - stinky.

Imagine a 700-mile stretch of untouched primeval forest, with persimmons piled high between two mountains. Ripe persimmons tens of meters high, yellow and soft, burst with a poke, and sticky yellow liquid flows out.

They pile up, rot, and mold. Pile up, rot, and mold again... year after year. What's the smell?

Anyway, the unlucky locals who have to live with their food pickled every year when the wind blows have given this place a very appropriate homophonic name, Xishitun.

By the way, when the word “衕” is pronounced as “tong”, it also means diarrhea.

What is a wonderful name? This is it.

What is the wisdom of the crowd? This is it.

Wen Jiao dared not even think about the scenery here, she felt that she would get goosebumps all over her body just thinking about it. She was still okay, but if it was Yuan Tiangang who thought about it, he would probably die on the spot.

As for the four masters and apprentices plus a horse, Wukong was born without meat, which shows that he is very clean by nature. Xuanzang is a standard Buddhist monk, washing his hands, wiping his body, changing clothes every day, and trying his best to keep himself clean. The white dragon horse knows that he is a man who takes care of himself by the color of his fur. As for Bajie and Sha Seng, they were all well-known figures in heaven in the past, and they can make themselves look neat. Who would be willing to make themselves sloppy?

It's pitiful to think that a group of people like this would have to cross Xishiling Mountain and walk 700 miles.

She was full of sympathy: "Xuanzang, mother will send you some fragrant pills right now. Put one in each nostril, it will help block out the smell."

"They must be big!" Bajie shouted from behind, "They have all agreed that this time I, the old pig, will transform back into my true form and use my nose to push open these seven hundred li of rare persimmons. Auntie, the incense pills are too small and I'm afraid they won't fit in my nostrils!"

Wen Jiao was about to agree, but she heard Xuanzang say very seriously: "No."

"Ah?" Not to mention Wukong and Bajie, even the usually silent Sha Seng cried out in surprise. There were also a few neighs from the horses, but it was the white dragon horse that couldn't help but neigh a few times.

Xuanzang said: "Monks should keep their six senses pure, and should regard all fragrances and stench as nothing. This 700-li Xishixiang awful environment is a test bestowed by heaven on us, the master and disciple. If we fail to pass this test, how can we keep our six senses pure, how can we reach the Western Paradise, how can we climb the sacred mountain?"

His heart is respectable and his ambition is commendable, although he vomited a few times while speaking.

Being able to think of this shows that Xuanzang's Buddhist teachings have improved a lot. Wen Jiao was both relieved and sympathetic: "Then you will have to endure it. It really makes my mother sad."

Amid the overwhelming stench, Xuanzang suppressed the urge to vomit and said in a muffled voice, "Thanks to my mother's compassion, I don't feel the pain at all. By the way, is my mother still traveling in India?"

"I was just about to leave." Wen Jiao recounted her recent experiences. "The life story of the little queen mother Shakuntala is really pitiful, but the root cause is that Indra is not a good son. A Niang wanted to learn about the methods of the Indian gods, so she wanted to go to Shanjian City to make a big fuss. But Indra is the king of the gods after all, with a large number of people and power. A Niang was afraid that she was alone and weak, so she wanted to go back to Wudang Mountain to borrow some help from Master."

"Madam, in my opinion, you don't need to go to Wudang Mountain, and you don't need to borrow any help. I can go alone." Wukong was irritable and depressed. Hearing this, he was greatly encouraged and overjoyed. He screamed as if he was running for his life, "Isn't it just the disturbance in Heaven? I know this very well!"

As long as you don't get involved in this shit that covers 700 miles and blocks out the sun, what's wrong with making a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace?

Wen Jiao was silent for a moment: "This... you don't need a butcher knife to kill a chicken."

It was just Indra. Although he was praised as the Lord of Heaven in Tianzhu, in fact, people here had to be taken with a grain of salt. What Indra, isn't he the Lord of the Heavenly Beings among the Eight Divisions, the one whose Chinese name is Emperor Shitian? Although he was brave, Wen Jiao was not afraid of him. She was just worried that he had several strong generals under him. If a war broke out, Huo Ling'er and the two boys on her side would not be enough. She had to find a few helpers before she could go ahead with confidence.

Who could have thought that before the scheduled helper could be shaken, the Monkey King who had caused a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace more than 500 years ago actually showed up?

Although, compared to causing chaos in the celestial city of Shanjian, it seemed that Wukong was more reluctant to go hiking on the 700-mile Xishiling Mountain, so he chose to sneak away when he got the chance.

The power of this Shit Ridge is so terrifying!

Wukong said, "It's okay, it's okay. I've heard that the nectar of Emperor Shitian is very delicious. I don't know which one is better than the peaches of the Queen Mother or the ginseng fruit of my sworn brother Zhen Yuanzi. I'm going to get a few bottles to try."

Bajie grumbled angrily, "Don't think I can't see that you just want to escape from the battlefield. You dead monkey, you left me, the old pig, to do hard labor with the persimmon on my head, while you ran off to the West to enjoy happiness. Do you think I, the old pig, deserve this filthy crime? You are bullying an honest pig. No, you can't leave. We brothers want to go together!"

Wukong turned his head, made a face at him, and said in a gentle voice: "I really can't do it this time, so I have to trouble Second Junior Brother to show his skills. This time, you will be credited with the first merit."

When Bajie heard the words "he would be credited as the first meritorious service", he immediately stopped talking.

On the journey to the West, having a senior brother with extraordinary powers certainly gives one a sense of security. However, he is so powerful that he can only be a hanger-on and a supporting actor, which inevitably wastes the opportunity to return to the right path.

It was rare that this monkey was willing to give him the opportunity to show off, even if it was dirty and smelly work, could he not refuse it?

Wukong said again, "I accept it, I accept it!" Then he put his two hairy paws together and nodded to Bajie.

Bajie was so frightened that he jumped up on the spot, then put his hands on the awning and looked around. Seeing this, Sha Seng asked: "Second Brother, what are you looking at?"

Bajie said, "Let me see if the Sun Lord got drunk and took the wrong road. Is the sun rising from the west? How come Monkey King is saying something nice?"

Wukong glared at him and said, "Fool, I have said all the good things I can say, please stop making noise! ​​You clear the way, Junior Brother Sha, take good care of Master, I will leave now. When I come back, I will bring you a bottle of nectar to taste."

"I want three bottles!" Bajie stressed. Suddenly he felt his hairpin being pulled hard, and it turned out to be bitten by the White Dragon Horse. He quickly changed his words, "No, I want four bottles, otherwise there won't be enough to share."