Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Wukong, who was pretending to be Wen Jiao, flew out of the attack range of the water god Varuna with a somersault, and then flew back with another somersault. On the way, he saw a man in a golden crown and blue clothes hiding in the clouds and peeping at the situation below. He guessed that the man must be the one who attacked him with the Ruyi Pool, so he knocked him off the cloud with a stick. He followed suit and hit the fire god Agni, who was covered in smoke, with a stick.

The two gods were strong-headed after all. They just fainted for a moment before regaining consciousness. They each held a weapon to fight Wukong together. In a blink of an eye, the two sides had fought for hundreds of rounds.

Suddenly, another strong and powerful gust of wind came, shaking the earth. After having experienced the baptism of the Yellow Wind Monster in Yellow Wind Ridge, Wukong was startled when he heard the sound of wind in the distance. He immediately thrust his golden hoop into the ground ten feet deep. No matter how fierce the wind was, he remained motionless. Agni and Varuna were caught off guard and were blown away like a windmill running at full speed, and quickly disappeared.

Wukong was refined in Laojun's cauldron for 49 days, which caused him to have eye problems. When the wind blew, his copper head and iron shoulders were not afraid, but his eyes ached and he couldn't help but close them.

The wind god Fayu took the opportunity to get close to Wukong, but he was greeted with a golden stick that hit him on the head and blasted him thousands of miles away.

Wukong cried out in anger with tears in his eyes, "What I hate most in my life is that someone makes me cry in the wind! Little God, watch out for the stick!"

The wind god Vayu could only hold on for a few moves before his hair was knocked off. Fortunately, Agni and Varuna, who were blown away, returned in time, and many celestial beings who had realized the invasion came to help. For a moment, the celestial beings surrounded Wukong like a hundred thousand wasps, and the magic weapons were exhausted and shouts and horns were heard. Wukong was fearless and showed his three heads and six arms. He fought against one hundred and two thousand, and was very eager to fight.

There is an ancient proposition: Why does Monkey King feel much weaker on his journey to the West than when he made trouble in Heaven?

The answer is neither simple nor complicated, because it is different now and then.

When Wukong was the Monkey King wreaking havoc in Heaven, there was only one thing he needed to do, and that was to kill his enemies.

But when he was the eldest brother of the team, he had so much to consider.

Is there anyone behind this demon king? How can we take the people behind the scenes into consideration and try our best to subdue the demons and save face for all parties?

Does the master's self-esteem need to be taken care of, so that he won't give him another scalp massage in a fit of rage?

How can we ensure victory while giving tasks to the two junior brothers who are waiting on the side eagerly for a share of the credit, making sure they don't mess up and preventing them from causing trouble?

Wukong roared towards the sky.

God knows, for him, it is such a pleasure to be able to have a clean and refreshing fight just for the sake of fighting!

"Report! Ten thousand heavenly soldiers have been dispersed, and Pushan is gathering them to reorganize the charge."

"Report! Agni was hit on the head with two sticks and is receiving medical treatment from the two stable boys."

"Report! Varuna's shoulder is broken! Surya and Soma are coming to support."

"Report! That old Yin fairy plucked out her hair and turned into a group of dogs, chasing Surya and Soma to bite them!"

In the Shusheng Hall, Indra had been sitting there for a long time, holding the wine glass in his hand, completely unaware that the red gold and gem-inlaid wine glass in his hand had been deflated by himself.

Do you want to join the battle? He is a well-known strong man who killed the snake demon Vritra. As long as he has the vajra in his hand, who doesn't know that he is the real god of war?

Indra put down the wine glass, summoned the vajra with that hand, held it, and waved it twice, as if savoring the glorious days when he was invincible and unstoppable.

But that was when I was young.

Indra shrank his shoulders. Ever since he took the throne of the Celestial Emperor, he had more and more wealth, subjects, and women, but his courage had become smaller and smaller.

He knew his own weakness hidden beneath his glorious appearance, and the bright light in the eyes of those younger heroes who were determined to make progress and were like the rising sun often burned him. For this reason, he used all means to weaken those potential opponents.

Unexpectedly, despite all the precautions, one was still missed!

As soon as his fingers loosened, the vajra shook and fell. Indra's nerves tensed up and he quickly tightened his grip again, his eyes showing anger.

But who could have expected that a woman could have such terrifying fighting power? She was like a bottomless abyss at the bottom of the sea, swallowing up any turbulent currents.

Could it be that Parvati, the wife of Shiva, has created a new incarnation? Most goddesses are gentle and kind, but only she is so aggressive. But Parvati would not fight to grab nectar. After all, she is virtuous and not that kind of person.

What no one knew at the moment was that in the future, when the gods and immortals recalled this battle, they were all terrified. Through word of mouth, not only was "Old Yin" heard as Aloi, but even the name Aloi became the terrifying female war god second only to Uma in the land of India.

Apart from the fact that the last character "伊" is a misinterpretation of Wen Jiao's surname "尹", "阿罗" means a person who has attained enlightenment or a saint. This name shows how deep the psychological shadow left by Wen Jiao, who was transformed by Wukong, on the celestial beings is.

By the way, later theologians firmly believed that Aloi was the female form of the Fighting Buddha. The gossipers took this as inspiration and wrote countless erotic stories about the love, hate, infatuation and anger between the female body of the Fighting Buddha and the gods of Buddhism, Taoism and Indian Buddhism.

Wukong had mixed feelings about this, and firmly stated that he would not make any comments on it.

Back to the point, when Indra was in a state of confusion, he suddenly heard a woman ask, "Your Majesty, are you going to fight in person?"

Indra looked over subconsciously and saw a beautiful unfamiliar celestial being looking up and asking him timidly.

Indra blurted out, “No!”

"Then Your Majesty, are you going to recall the warring gods and retreat to the Palace of Victory?" she asked again.

Compared to other beautiful celestial maidens who only care about bringing pleasure to the gods with their singing, dancing and beautiful bodies, she seems to be particularly bold and presumptuous.

Indra was so flustered that he had no time to figure out what was wrong with the goddess, and blurted out, "No!"

His confused mind became clear because of these two questions. Yes, no matter where that old Yin fairy came from, he could not defeat her. He had to use the time bought for him by the gods and escape with the nectar. He would sue Brahma, Vishnu, Shiva, and he would always find a backer who was willing to help him vent his anger.

He made up his mind and was about to stand up from the throne when he felt a burning pain in his retina and a frost blade was placed across his throat. Electricity jumped on the blade, as if it was wrapped around a giant python that was spitting out lightning.

Indra looked along the blade of the sword and saw the man holding the sword.

The unfamiliar goddess asked with a smile, "Your Majesty, have you ever heard of the name of Shakuntala?"