Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

On the trees in the courtyard, on the eaves of the Zen room, and around Xuanzang and Bianji, stood a group of monsters with black wings. Each of them had a dog's head and was covered in dog skin. At first glance, they looked like many vicious dogs standing up. In the jumping firelight, these monsters all turned their heads and looked at the monks who came to help. Their scarlet tongues stuck out, saliva kept dripping down, and their black iron claws flashed a cold light.

By the way, there is another person lying on the ground, and I can’t tell whether he is dead or alive.

The monks were immediately shocked: "Yes, yes, there is a monster!"

"Quickly rescue Master Xuanzang and Bian Ji!"

"Master Xuanzang, Bianji, rush over here, we will support you!"

"Hey, hey," the monsters were so excited when they saw so many monks that their eyes lit up and drooled, "so many fat monks."

When Wen Jiao arrived, she saw blood and fire all over the temple.

The magpies came in groups of three or five. Some flapped their wings and charged through the monks. Their claws swung, cutting skin and flesh wherever they went like sharp blades. Others blocked the periphery, grinning grimly, and blocked the monks who wanted to escape. The monks with weapons in their hands still had the strength to parry, but the unarmed ones could only dodge. If they were a little later, I'm afraid someone would die.

Wen Jiao frowned, and slashed the air with the Dragon Snake Sword, a purple lightning shot out, and a few quick sweeps immediately electrocuted the monks beside her into charcoal. The monks who had entered the crowd were startled by this, but they were smart, knowing that as soon as they went out, they would follow in the footsteps of their companions, so they might as well blend in with the crowd, betting that this master would not dare to chop the monks to death together.

This means you can't hurt Yu Ping'er just to kill a mouse.

Wen Jiao laughed at this and swung out another purple lightning bolt, which hung in the air above the crowd and suddenly split into several thin bolts of lightning, heading straight for the bastards, accurately electrocuting them into charred balls, leaving only the smallest one. Even so, the electric shock made his hair stand on end, and he lay on the ground twitching like a dying shrimp.

Are you kidding me? Among a group of unarmed monks, you are the only ones wearing iron claws, and you still want to avoid the electricity? She can kill these little goblins without even looking at them!

A devastating disaster was wiped out in the blink of an eye. Wen Jiao landed easily, waved her hand, and the sword flew back in a flash. The monks stared at her in a daze, and after a moment, they all knelt down to worship her.

Xuanzang threw down the two bloodstained stone locks, chanted a Buddhist chant with eyes full of pity, and walked out of the crowd: "Thank you very much to this female Bodhisattva for saving us. The fifty-nine monks of Jingye Temple are lucky to have been saved by your grace."

"I practice Taoism, who is the female Bodhisattva?" Wen Jiao said, her eyes swept across his face, paused, as if she discovered something, and then swept back, looking at him from head to toe, and from toe to head. The more she looked, the more familiar he looked.

"Well, thank you very much, female donor..." Xuanzang was used to being pestered by female donors. Even though he felt a little uneasy being stared at by her at this moment, he was able to keep his eyes on her nose and his nose on his heart, without looking sideways, with the demeanor of a great monk like the breeze and the bright moon.

Oh, provided that you ignore his monk's robe that is stained with blood and faintly splattered with meat residue.

Wen Jiao had noticed him in mid-air just now. He was the most aggressive among the bald men, and his moves were quite methodical, with a hint of the fierce momentum of a military battlefield. However, the monk was a little soft-hearted after all, and he didn't dare to beat him to death. He only beat the opponent half to death, and then moved the stone lock with a look of reluctance.

Wait, this kind of whining energy, this elegant and pure appearance...

An incredible guess emerged in her mind, and Wen Jiao shouted softly: "Xuanzang!"

Xuanzang was surprised and said, "How come the lady knows my Buddhist name?"

Wen Jiao's guess was confirmed, but she did not feel a sense of accomplishment. Instead, she felt a slight sense of confusion in her heart as she looked at his bloody monk posture.

Those who knew said it was Tang Monk, while those who didn’t thought it was Fojian Fenshuo who ran out of the studio!

She suppressed the urge to hold her forehead with her hand and continued to scold: "Xuanzang, it's only been twelve years since we last met, and you can't even recognize your own mother?"

Xuanzang: ...

Xuanzang trembled, and looked at her from head to toe, and from toe to head, and called out tentatively with a trembling voice: "Mother?"

Wen Jiao said, "I came in such a hurry that I didn't bring any snacks for you."

Xuanzang subconsciously said, "I'm not hungry either." He then hurriedly explained, "It's not that I forgot about my mother, but her appearance has changed a lot from twelve years ago, so I didn't recognize her."

"It's not your fault. After all, you weren't even here when my mother was this age," Wen Jiao said.

While the two were talking, the monks were weeping as they carried the bodies, bandaged the wounded, and washed the blood on the bluestone floor. Seeing that there was still a sullen monk, he became furious and, regardless of the Buddhist precepts of not killing, swung his stick and hit him on the top of his head.

Wen Jiao saw it and threw a stone to deflect the stick. She said to Xuanzang, "We'll talk about other things later. I have to examine this crossbow."

After saying that, he walked to the skinny Xie Xie and kicked him gently: "Get up, stop pretending to be dead."

The crossbeam did not move.

Wen Jiao said: "Answer me three questions. As long as you answer truthfully, I swear in the name of my master, the Devil-Subduing Heavenly Venerable, to spare your life."

The demon shuddered, then immediately rolled up, kneeling on the ground with his head down and his tail between his legs. "So you are a disciple of the Great Master of Demon-Subduing. I was blind and didn't recognize you. Master, you are wise. I just followed them here to make trouble because I was confused. Please spare my life!"

Wen Jiao said sternly, "As long as you answer truthfully, I will naturally spare your life. But if you don't answer truthfully, I will immediately send you to reunite with your accomplices. You'd better not play any tricks on me. I have my own way to judge the truth of what you say."

The Xie Xie said tremblingly: "Master, just ask me. I promise to tell you everything I know."

Wen Jiao asked, "Which cave are you from? Why did you come to Nanzhanbuzhou to hurt people? How many lives have you killed?"

The jewel replied, "Master, we are originally spirits transformed from the Yin Qi of the dark moon. We are usually forced to stay inside by the Yang Qi. This time, we were lucky enough to meet the Dog Immortal King who swallowed the Sun Star, so we took the opportunity to escape. We thought that without the Dog Immortal King, we wouldn't be as free as we are today, so we discussed going to the human world to dig out a few fresh human hearts and livers as sacrifices to the Dog Immortal King. We came to this temple for the first time, and although we injured a few fat monks, we were caught by Master before we could dig out the hearts and livers. In fact, we didn't hurt anyone. Everything we said was true, and we didn't dare to say a single lie. Master, please forgive us."

Xuanzang saw that he was trembling and about to have the tremors. His situation was so pitiful that he could not help but plead for mercy, "Mother, this little demon is also pitiful. Please spare him."

Wen Jiao said, "Shut up and go away."

Xuanzang: ...

Xuanzang moved aside: "Oh."