Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"Madam!" Bajie jumped up with the strength of a punctured balloon, turned around, and saw that behind them there appeared a beautiful woman holding a little girl's hand, followed by a red lion grinding its teeth. They were Wen Jiao, Li Zhenying and Huo Linger.

Bajie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said with a smile: "When did the mistress come over? How come I didn't hear any sound..."

"You came when you wanted to divide the luggage." Huo Ling'er said without hesitation, sharpening her claws in indignation, "Our Xuanzang is not dead yet, and you have already taken his things to divide the luggage, and you want to continue to extort benefits from Wen Jiao after he dies. Are you still human?"

Bajie immediately broke out in a cold sweat, and Sha Seng also stood up awkwardly, lowering his head and saying, "Master, you don't know, our eldest brother is in trouble, and we thought that our master would not want to return to Tang, but without our eldest brother, we really can't obtain the sutra. We were confused for a moment... It's our fault, please calm down, Master."

"Calm down? Why should I be angry?" Wen Jiao smiled sincerely, "Why don't you continue? This is the first time I see people dividing luggage, it looks fresh. You continue to divide it, if you divide it well, maybe if the mistress is happy, she can give you more money for the journey."

The two disciples immediately broke out in sweat.

Wen Jiao looked at them coldly. She knew that compared to the cunning Bajie, Sha Seng was just a lazy person who just worked day by day. But she didn't expect that once he knew that the journey to obtain the scriptures would fail, this "honest man" would decisively divide up the surplus value of this small team with Bajie, not caring that Xuanzang was still alive, and not even pretending to say a word of comfort.

It’s quite ridiculous to think that Xuanzang once wanted to rely on these two “loyal” clowns to replace Wukong and protect him in his journey to obtain the scriptures.

She glanced at Xuanzang and saw that he still had his eyes closed, his face was as pale as gold paper, and there were mottled tears. He had fainted from crying. She felt both amused and pitiful for him, and immediately sent him a trace of cool fairy air: "Xuanzang, wake up!"

Xuanzang slowly opened his eyes, and the first thing he saw was his mother’s “kind” face. He was stunned, and cried out with his eyes wide open: “Mother, my virtuous disciple Wukong died in such a miserable way!” After that, he burst into tears again.

Seeing that he was about to burst into tears again, Wen Jiao hurriedly said, "Don't cry!"

Xuanzang's crying stopped abruptly. Because he stopped too quickly, he couldn't hold back his breath and started to hiccup uncontrollably.

Wen Jiao looked up to the sky in silence: "Please tell me clearly, how did the Great Sage die?"

Xuanzang hiccuped and sobbed, "Wukong went to explore Lion Camel Ridge and never came back. Bajie brought back news that the monsters said he was locked in a bottle and had turned into pus and blood." At this point he was overwhelmed with grief and cried, "My poor disciple!"

Bottle? Could it be a Yin-Yang Qi bottle?

It is said that this bottle is Dapeng's personal treasure, which conforms to the principles of the Seven Treasures and Eight Diagrams and the Twenty-Four Qi. It contains the essence of Yin and Yang, so it takes thirty-six little demons to lift it. It is also a rare treasure. This is really difficult for Wukong. If it weren't for the three life-saving hairs given by Guanyin, he might have been damaged in the bottle.

Wen Jiao's heart moved, and she said to Xuanzang, "Hearsay may not be true. I will go to Lion Camel Ridge and bring you a living Monkey King. After all, you are the master of three disciples, the brother appointed by the Emperor of Tang, and the eminent monk who is going to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. You should show some composure and stop crying like a pus-filled pus-filled pustule on your face."

Xuanzang sobbed and said, "I'll remember it, kid."

Huo Linger said distressedly: "Wen Jiao, Xuan Zang is so sad that he is like this. Don't be mean to him. Xuan Zang, ignore Wen Jiao, your aunt is here, no one can bully you, cry if you want, cry as long as you want."

Xuanzang was so comforted by her that he didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and he even stopped hiccuping for a while.

Wen Jiao shook her head and smiled at Huo Ling'er's rebuke, and waved to Li Zhenying who was standing aside: "Little Zhenying, come here."

Li Zhenying had been obediently chewing on the candied haws on the fairy fruit string beside him. Upon hearing this, she came over and said with a smile, "Is this Brother Xuanzang? He is indeed a handsome man."

The crying is so loud.

Of course, as a young lady, she would not say the latter.

Xuanzang was exhausted by the sudden change. When he saw A Niang suddenly transform into a little sister who looked like a jade doll, he was so confused that he didn't know what to call her.

After a moment of silence, Bajie said, "Is this fairy the daughter of Master Nurse and Master Yuan? She's so pretty." He whispered to Sha Seng, "That's over, that's over. I heard that if a person has stepbrothers or sisters-in-law, even the biological mother is still a stepmother. Our former Master Chen was not as favored by Master Nurse as the current Master Yuan. Now that Master Nurse has a new child, our Master is going to become an unwanted little cabbage!"

Li Zhenying's obedient smile broke open: "Brother Pig, I can hear you."

Wen Jiao frowned and said, "If you keep talking nonsense, I will cut off your mouth and give it to Sister Huo to drink with."

Huo Linger protested: "It's too dirty, I won't eat it."

Bajie shuddered and quickly stuffed the mouthpiece into his collar.

Wen Jiao ignored him, patted Li Zhenying's head, and said to Xuanzang: "This little fairy is the youngest daughter of Yunlou Palace's Tota-Bearing Heavenly King Li, and the sister of the Three Altars and Sea Assembly Great God Nezha. This time she came with me to the mortal world to gain experience. You guys take good care of her for now, I'll be back soon after I go to Lion Camel Ridge."

Xuanzang breathed a sigh of relief, quickly tidied up his appearance, and bowed to Li Zhenying. Li Zhenying returned the greeting with reserve, pointed at Xuanzang's forehead with her little finger, and said in a baby voice: "Brother Xuanzang, there is still a piece of dust here that you haven't wiped off."

Xuanzang wiped his face hurriedly.

Bajie hit Sha Seng's waist with his elbow: "These two brothers and sisters get along pretty well."

Sha Seng whispered, "Second Brother, you'd better not say anything."

Wen Jiao concealed the immortal aura around her body and flew over the Lion Camel Ridge. She saw that the mountain was steep and difficult for animals to cross. In the extremely dangerous place, the demonic aura rose to the sky. It should be the place where the three demons, the Lion, the Elephant and the Peng, were entrenched. From this point outward, there were two places where the demonic aura was particularly strong. I think it should be the mountain gates guarded by the three demons. The two passes were in an embracing posture, guarding the place where the three demons were.

Wen Jiao thought for a moment, and the Tianfang Treasure Mirror flew out, summoning the White Tent King's soul. She flicked her right index finger, and a drop of blood oozed out from her fingertips, spun around a few times, and landed on the White Tent King's brow.

The White Tent King's soul suddenly turned from virtual to real, and his aura of majestic power seemed to be real, shaking the clouds under his feet to roll a little.

"I'll give you a drop of immortal blood, and help me break into the lair of the three demons. You can use any means you want, and after you're done, I'll allow you to rest in peace in your hometown." Wen Jiao said.

Two balls of bone-white fire suddenly ignited from the White Tent King's turbid pupils.