Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Old Madam Zhang always had a glimmer of devotion, hoping that Yin Wenjiao would change her mind, so she always intentionally or unintentionally inquired about the Yin family's selection of a son-in-law for her, and thus knew that she had gone to the manor to relax more than ten days ago. Now seeing that her son was going to rush around without even knowing Yin Wenjiao's whereabouts, she naturally had to stop him: "She went to the Yin family's manor to play, and said that she had been gone for more than ten days and had no intention of coming back. The people in the Xiangfu were very strict about speaking, and they didn't say which manor she went to. Chang'an is so big, how are you going to find her?"

Chen Guangrui knocked on the table repeatedly, and after a long while he came up with an idea: "Since I can't find her, I want her to come find me."

"She would rather not see you again in this life, how could she come to see you again?" Old Madam Zhang thought he was crazy.

Chen Guangrui raised the corners of his lips, revealing a deep and creepy smile: "I will naturally give her a reason that she cannot refuse."

"Boom!" A loud thunder exploded, followed by bone-white lightning, illuminating his crazy and devilish eyes.

"hiss."

A drop of vermilion fell, and Wen Jiao's fingertips were pierced by the thorns of the rose branch, oozing out a few drops of blood.

She looked at her fingers hesitantly, and after a moment she smiled and said, "Did I sleep too late last night? Why am I so distracted that I didn't even notice the thorns when I was arranging a flower."

Ming Xin was busy trying to find some medicine to apply to her. Wen Jiao waved her hand when she saw it and said, "No need. By the time you got it, my injury would have healed." She smiled and said, "I heard that Li Chunfeng is coming to play chess with Yuan Tiangang again. Why don't we send this vase of flowers over there?"

Mingxin understood, smiled, and picked up the vase. After a while, he came back with a strange look on his face. As soon as he entered the door, he said, "Yuan Ling's nose is really amazing. When I carried the flowers over, he smelled blood from a distance and asked me if it was the young lady's blood. I said it was the young lady who had just pricked her hand, and his face turned very bad, and Li Langjun's face also turned very bad. The two of them were whispering, and I couldn't tell what they were saying. Their voices were so low, as if they were trying not to let me hear them."

Wen Jiao was stunned for a moment: "It was also my fault that I forgot to wipe it off. But what kind of person is this? This nose..." It's good enough to be a police dog.

The two of them didn't know that Wen Jiao's blood had dripped onto a small white flower, making the white jade look like it was stained with blood, which meant there would be a bloody disaster.

Li Chunfeng waited until Mingxin left before whispering, "Madam Guichuan may be in trouble."

Yuan Tiangang murmured, "I'll try to stop him."

Chang'an is always prosperous.

A few years later, a great poet known as the Poet Buddha wrote: "The gates of the nine heavens are opened, and people from all nations pay homage to the emperor."

Chen Guangrui carried a basket of cakes and walked on the street with the Dragon King of Hongjiang. From time to time, he passed by red-haired and blue-eyed Hu people and Persians wearing turbans and leading camels. The shops on both sides displayed colorful silks and dazzling gold and silver utensils, attracting the eyes of children. His eyes never slanted from beginning to end, as if all the fun of the world had nothing to do with him.

This time he and the Dragon King of Hongjiang dressed up as scholars, wearing ordinary cloth and Confucian robes, and painted their faces sallow, as if they had tuberculosis. The two of them walked straight to the Jingye Temple, just like two pilgrims who had been ill for a long time and were bent on praying to Buddha.

Suddenly, someone shouted loudly: "The heaven and earth correspond to the stars, and the ups and downs of life are determined by fate. The innate and acquired are as clear as a mirror, and one can move freely in the yin and yang of fate." The voice was clear and melodious, with a special kind of ups and downs. The Dragon King of Hongjiang could not help but stop and look. He saw a fortune-telling stall on the side of the road, where a fortune-teller in an apricot-yellow robe sat. His face was pale and slightly blue, and he also looked sick. As if he could sense his gaze, the fortune-teller looked up, revealing a pair of extremely deep and unfathomable black pupils: "Would you two guests like to have a fortune-teller?"

Chen Guangrui turned a deaf ear to him, but the Dragon King of Hongjiang became interested and came over to ask: "How much is one divination?"

The fortune teller's answer was very strange: "If it is not accurate, I will give you ten strings of cash; if it is accurate, I won't charge you anything."

Which fortune teller in the world doesn't want to be accurate in his predictions so that he can make a living from it? How can there be someone who does the opposite? This statement was so strange that even Chen Guangrui couldn't help but look over.

The Dragon King of Hongjiang found it more and more interesting, and pulled Chen Guangrui to sit down in front of the fortune-telling stall: "Then please tell us a fortune, sir, tell us a fortune..." He thought, "My brother, why did you go to Jingye Temple to burn incense this time?"

The fortune teller calculated for a while, frowning, "This hexagram has earth at both ends, and a wood in between, which indicates separation of the family. The hexagram indicates the death of the wife and the loss of wealth, or the woman hanging herself, and also indicates that ghosts will entangle the woman and a witch will appear. The noble god also suppresses the human element, which also indicates official affairs. I think there is a woman hanging herself in your family, which caused trouble. Losing money is not enough to eliminate the disaster, and you are also in official affairs, so you decided to go to Jingye Temple to find a way to break this disaster?"

This guy is really amazing! Chen Guangrui's dead eyes twitched, and even the Dragon King of Hongjiang couldn't help but clap his knees and cheer: "It's so accurate!"

The reason why Chen Guangrui has fallen into this situation now is not because Yin Wenjiao hanged herself and an unknown demon possessed her body and threatened to divorce him, which angered Prime Minister Yin and caused most of his family property to be lost, and even his position as a bachelor was taken away, right?

"Then what can we do to eliminate this disaster?" Chen Guangrui asked anxiously, "As long as you can guide me, I am willing to pay double the divination fee."

The fortune teller smiled indifferently, and with a snap, he opened his folding fan and shook it gently. Chen Guangrui then realized that on the front of his white cloud fan was written "iron mouth straight prediction", and on the back was written "wonderful calculation divine machine", the handwriting was fresh and mature, and the spirit was flying.

"Please concentrate, think about what you want, and write three words on a piece of paper." The fortune teller handed him a piece of paper and a pen. Chen Guangrui held the pen, and for some reason he felt a little fearful. He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

What is it that I seek? he asked himself.

Please kill the vixen who brought him to this state of despair?

A chaotic torrent of memories washed over his nerves. A fragment flashed past his eyes quickly, and Chen Guangrui followed it with his gaze, full of fascination.

It was fifteen years ago, on the wedding night, the top scholar, who was in high spirits, rode his horse past the embroidery building and was hit by an embroidered ball that fell from the sky. He suddenly looked up and met the shy gaze of the young lady from the Xiangfu upstairs.

What a beautiful scene, infinite scenery, infinite pride, infinite future, all contained in this small origin.

What he wants is to rise to prominence, to be appointed as a prime minister, and to be the highest official in the country. He doesn't want to haggle with a mere vixen!

But it seemed that he could never go back.

Chen Guangrui was so confused that he couldn't control himself. When he came to his senses, he saw that the ink on the paper had not yet dried. It turned out that he had written three words.

Orchid branches fall.

Even if one does not seek divination, just looking at the literal meaning of these three words, anyone with a modicum of literacy would find it an ominous sign.