Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Golden blood flowed out from the place where the sword entered his flesh, and it flowed for a long time without any sign of drying up. The celestial being who drank the nectar of immortality could not be killed, and could only feel the withering of life during the long wait.

Indra's will was crushed by the feeling of life passing away. His pupils dilated slightly and he tried desperately to recall, and finally remembered the name.

"Lamba, her name is Lanba." As he said this, long traces of blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

Lanba was the second most beautiful woman among the celestial maidens. She was gentle, affectionate, and graceful.

That year, Menaka, who ranked first, returned home in defeat, and Sage Babudu continued his ascetic practice. Indra was still afraid of being deprived of his throne, so Ramba followed the order to descend to the earth and continue to seduce Sage Babudu, so that he would indulge in love, interrupt his ascetic practice, and no longer pose a threat to Indra's throne.

But this time, the immortal Zhongyou, who had been on guard, saw through her intentions as soon as they met, and in a rage, turned her into a stone.

Wen Jiao exerted force and stabbed the snake sword deeper. If viewed from a distance, Indra was almost nailed to the floor.

Indra cannot be killed, but she can make his life worse than death.

Indra's chest rose and fell in pain, and each rise and fall brought a new round of pain. Blood foam continued to flow from the corners of his mouth: "I... was wrong... spare... me..."

When Wukong defeated all the gods and turned back to his original form to fly to the Shusheng Palace to meet Wen Jiao, he saw Indra lying there with his limbs broken and his golden blood forming a lake. Wen Jiao was standing beside the blood lake with a murderous look on her face.

"Master," Wukong called out, looking at her expression. He immediately recited a Taoist verse, "'True and constant response to things, true and constant nature; constant response and constant tranquility, constant purity and tranquility'."

Wen Jiao was shocked, but her expression gradually returned to calm: "Thank you, Great Sage." She smiled bitterly, "I think I messed up the nectar that the Great Sage wanted."

At that time, Indra wanted to offer nectar to save his life, but she only wanted his life at that time.

Wukong waved his hands and said, "I don't want the nectar, I just want an excuse to get out and take a breath. Besides, as long as Emperor Shitian is alive, it's never too late to ask for it."

As he spoke, he stabbed Indra's head with his golden cudgel, and instantly the golden bricks on the ground were knocked out with spider web-like patterns: "You Indra, I have knocked down all your heavenly soldiers and generals. If you agree to the conditions between me and my master, we will spare your life. If you don't agree, stretch out your crutch first, and let me hit you with a hundred thousand sticks to relieve my fatigue!"

Indra no longer had the strength to speak, so he could only blink his eyes to show his agreement.

Wukong then put away his golden cudgel and said, "First condition, I heard that the nectar you have collected tastes good. Bring me a thousand bottles to try."

Indra's eyes suddenly widened, as if he was trying to figure out something. After a long pause, he managed to gather enough strength to squeeze out a complete sentence: "Amrita... not... that much, only half a bottle left."

Wukong said with disdain: "Only half a bottle? When I was guarding the Peach Garden in the Heavenly Palace, I could eat as many large peaches as I wanted, but I never saw the Queen Mother and the Jade Emperor being as stingy as you. Okay, I won't deprive you of your treasure either. I will only take away half of the half bottle of nectar."

Indra heaved a sigh of relief: "The nectar... is in the secret compartment behind the throne."

Wen Jiao walked over, opened the secret compartment according to Indra's instructions, and took out a long-necked bottle inlaid with gold and gems. The bottle looked only about a foot high, but it was extremely heavy in her arms, as if half a mountain was contained in it.

Wukong pulled out a hair and turned it into an identical bottle, into which he took half of the nectar. This legendary immortality elixir looked like a pool of clear spring water, so clear that even Wukong's eyes could not see any impurities. The smell was extremely fragrant and wonderful. Wukong only smelled it and felt a coolness in his eyes, which were a little sore from the wind of the wind god Vayu. It healed without any medicine.

"Good stuff." Wukong secretly praised, and whispered to Wen Jiao, "Master, I will give you this nectar when I return. For now, let's deal with this guy first."

Wen Jiao nodded, threw her hand back, and returned the nectar bottle to its original place.

Wukong then said to Indra, "The second condition is that the little girl Shakuntala has become an orphan without a father or a mother because of you. You must protect her and make her rich and prosperous, safe and long-lived. You must also allow her to take her mother back and reunite with her. Can you do it?"

Indra nodded quickly. It was just spending some money and giving away a toy. He even gave away nectar. These were not worth anything at all.

"The third condition..." Wukong looked at Wen Jiao.

Wen Jiao added, "The third condition is that from now on, the celestial beings are not allowed to keep celestial maidens. Gather all the current celestial maidens and I will decide whether they stay or go."

Indra said weakly, "I will summon them all to Xilin Garden right now. Please wait for a while... But I can't give orders in my current state."

The mighty Indra, the Emperor of Heaven, has now been reduced to a human stick, and his orders cannot leave the Shusheng Palace. He never thought that one day he would end up in such a miserable situation.

Wukong returned to the battlefield and picked and chose among the celestial beings who were rolling and wailing on the ground. He dragged away Surya, the sun god who looked relatively less miserable, and threw him in front of Indra.

Indra raised his head with great effort and saw that Surya's hair crown was half-deflated, his earrings were all lost, his shoulders were covered with deep dog claws, and his trouser legs were torn into tassels. The god, who usually looked dignified, was beaten like a beggar.

He smiled weakly and asked Surya to pass on the message. With Wukong standing there, Surya didn't even have time to express his sympathy for his plight, so he had to limp away.

In the monastery outside Xilin Garden, all the celestial maidens of Refutasith Heaven live.

There have always been beautiful women among the celestial beings. Among them, those with lower status but especially beautiful faces will be selected to enter the palace of the Celestial Emperor, where they will be taught how to sing and dance, draw eyebrows and eyes, and express their feelings with their eyes. When they grow up, they will either serve at banquets or be assigned to perform other tasks. Day after day, generation after generation, they repeat the same fate.

An endless sea of ​​flowers surrounds the monastery, and the voices of celestial maidens studying music echo in it, some clear and some soft, making the sea of ​​flowers look like a fairyland on earth.

Suddenly, several celestial maidens flew in from afar. Their hair was disheveled and many of their jewels were lost. They shouted from afar, "Something bad has happened. A female fairy broke into the city of Sudhana to seek justice for Shakuntala and Ramba, and has already started a fight with Your Majesty!"

In a small room in the center of the monastery, a celestial maiden was tuning a veena. Her fingers trembled, and the strings immediately cut her tender fingers, leaving a line of scarlet blood.