Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

In her dream, she seemed to hear someone calling her "mom"?

I am a 23-year-old girl who just graduated from the ivory tower of university. I have been a freshman in the big dye vat of society for a year, and I have been living in a long-distance relationship with my boyfriend for more than a year. He took his annual leave to come and see me, and I was on my way to the airport to pick him up. Where did a son come from?

Wait, I actually have a son in the Tang Dynasty!

Wen Jiao suddenly opened her eyes and saw Xuanzang crying with snot and tears. How could she know his complicated feelings? She just thought that the poison had not yet subsided and he was crying in pain. She stood up nervously to check: "Where does it hurt? Why are you crying like this?"

Xuanzang's throat choked and he pointed to his heart.

"You feel chest tightness?" Wen Jiao guessed.

Xuanzang shook his head, his voice as dry as the yellow earth that had been suffering from drought for three years: "My heart aches."

Wen Jiao was a little flustered.

Poor guy, he even got a heart attack after being poisoned. Is there any medicine to cure heart disease in this era? The King of Medicine Sun Simiao seems to be from this era. Should we ask him and ask him to come and treat Xuanzang? If he can't be cured, will it affect the journey to the West thirteen years later? Although he is destined to be the one to get the scriptures, what if he is not in good health and Guanyin Bodhisattva thinks that his body can't stand it and decides to replace him? Does Fengji have a solution?

Seeing her face suddenly turn pale, Xuanzang realized that she had misunderstood him, and forced a smile that was uglier than crying: "Mother, I am sad."

Wen Jiao was silent. In any case, it was too cruel to let a young man know that his father wanted to kill him, even if he was the future Tang Monk who annoyed the monkey to death. Seeing Xuanzang's face full of water marks, his eyes slightly swollen, and a few tears on his long black eyelashes, the handsome young man put on such a pitiful look, which really made Wen Jiao, a pseudo-middle-aged woman, feel very pity for him.

Sighing softly, Wen Jiao took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, saying in a relaxed tone, "Why does it hurt? If you had known that he was a beast in human form, you shouldn't have expected anything from him. Buddhists should be wholeheartedly good, but good can only come out of evil. If you think that everyone in the world is a good person because you are wholeheartedly doing good deeds, then even if you are not killed by your own naivety, you will kill the person who protects you."

For example, the unlucky monkey named Wukong who is always hurt by Tang Monk’s bad intentions.

When Wen Jiao thought of Tang Seng's hateful look when he fought the White Bone Demon for the third time, she was furious and she caught the defenseless Tang Seng in front of her and hit him with a chestnut chisel, leaving a red mark on his fair forehead: "Remember this for me!"

When she was little, every time she saw the episode of "The Three Strikes on the White Bone Demon" on TV, she would cry and get angry, and couldn't even eat! This time, she had the chance to take revenge.

Xuanzang was stunned by the ruthless attack from his own mother, and the weakness that was very different from the Buddhist Hongren was also eliminated invisibly. He was stunned for a while, then smiled: "The child will follow the kind instructions."

"It's strange that you can remember it." Wen Jiao rolled her eyes beautifully and said unhappily, "I know you are worried about it, so I just told you so that you don't worry - your father was reported to the police by your abbot and will be brought to trial the next day."

Xuanzang sniffed and said, "Mother, can I ask you for a favor?"

"No." Wen Jiao refused without even listening. This unfortunate child was used to being a good person, and he must want her to plead for Chen Guangrui.

Xuanzang said pitifully: "I just have an unreasonable request..."

"I don't want to listen." Wen Jiao tilted her head toward the sky and covered her ears with her hands, looking like a Qiong Yao heroine.

Xuanzang pleaded, "I just want to bring some food to my father." He looked at the roof with a distant and compassionate look, "I once followed the monks from Jinshan Temple to the prison to chant sutras and give medicine, and I have seen the situation in the prison. There is a lack of medical care and medicine, and rats are rampant. The wounds from torture are festering and cannot be treated. They can only wail day and night and watch their limbs rot. Every meal is only sloppy rice, which is miserable. Although I regard my father as a stranger, I can't bear to see him starving in prison."

Wen Jiao crossed her arms and said coldly, "It depends on my mood."

"Mother." Xuanzang struggled to sit up, his eyes full of pleading.

Wen Jiao pushed him back: "How can you move around like this? I'll go." She sneered with eager passion, "It just so happens that I have a thousand words to say to your good father."

The night before Chen Guangrui was brought to trial, Wen Jiao fulfilled her promise to Xuanzang and brought a lot of food to visit him in Jingzhao Prefecture Prison. On this day, she, who had always only accepted light makeup at most, spent a full two hours washing and dressing up, striving to make her makeup as gorgeous as possible.

She asked Mingxin to comb her hair into a ostentatious Wangxian bun. In addition to the Ruyi hairpin, she also wore a pearl-shaped step-shaking crown, a flower tree in her hair, and a complete set of ruby ​​necklaces, earrings, and armlets. She changed into a twelve-piece skirt made of different-colored silk, and wore a pomegranate-red shawl, and was fumigated with the rich Tianlong treasure incense. Wow, after putting on the full set of clothes, I felt that I had gained more than ten pounds. But the effect was very good. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I felt that I was as gorgeous as the sun in the cloudless blue sky after the rain, gorgeous and incomparable.

When Wang Zhaojun was married, she dressed up in her best clothes and bid farewell to Emperor Yuan of Han in the Golden Palace. She was so dazzling that Emperor Yuan of Han regretted that he wanted to keep her there. When Liu Lanzhi said goodbye to Jiao Zhongqing, she also dressed up carefully, and Jiao Zhongqing was so dazzling that he couldn't bear to leave her at the first sight.

It can be seen that dressing up carefully is the best weapon for a woman to say goodbye to her ex. And Wen Jiao is going to meet her ex-husband in the best possible way on behalf of Yin Wenjiao.

He couldn't be more angry.

Chen Guangrui was indeed very excited to see her. Looking at the radiant Wen Jiao, he was so excited that his eyes almost popped out.

"Bitch, I studied hard for ten years, built a good reputation and full of ambitions, but you ruined them all by relying on your power and family background!" Chen Guangrui grabbed the prison door with both hands, his face was stuck between the wooden bars and almost distorted, his eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was full of grief and indignation.

"A good reputation for a lifetime, what good reputation do you have?" Wen Jiao smiled. She had long wanted to complain about Chen Guangrui's divine logic, and was just about to take this opportunity to vent. "You are an incompetent minister, and you asked two mere boatmen to take your life and seal documents; you are an unfilial son, you are in the Dragon Palace, and you forget your old mother who lives in a foreign land. You can give her money with just a word, but you let her beg for food; you are an immoral husband, you can't protect your pregnant wife, but you blame her for not dying for you. In the end, you still feel justified and think that the whole world is your enemy. If I were you, you are such a bad coward, I would have died a long time ago, so as not to pollute this vast world!"

Chen Guangrui didn't expect that she could talk more sensible things than he did. He was so angry that he trembled. "You are just a slut who lost her chastity. If you still have a bit of backbone, you should kill yourself. You did such a despicable thing and still live in shame, but you blame me for my cold words? You dare to slander me, disrupt social order, and defame your husband. I will sue you in court tomorrow!"