Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Since Gesar's tone was too natural, Wen Jiao had to spend three breaths to reflect on what ambiguous things she had done or what inappropriate words she had said that led to such a misunderstanding.

After three breaths, she confirmed that she had not done anything ambiguous. She was as distant as two colleagues who didn't like each other but had to go on a business trip together because they were going the same way.

"Gesar."

For the first time, Wen Jiao addressed King Gesar by name without hesitation: "Not all women in this world want to marry you if they talk to you a few more times, do you understand?"

Gesar was stunned, with a look of bewilderment on his face: "You... don't like men?"

How confident is this guy to think that if a woman doesn't like him as a man, then she doesn't like men at all?

Wen Jiao chuckled: "Just think that I don't like men..." Yuan Tiangang's deep and calm eyes passed by her eyes, and her tone couldn't help but lighten, "...Okay."

She quickly regained her composure and said solemnly, "There are more than one god in the world, more than one country, and more than one heaven. You believe in Buddha and rule the Ling Kingdom. If you have outstanding achievements, you will ascend to the paradise in the future. I am a disciple of the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Lord and I am loyal to the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty. He has perfect achievements and ascended to the Eastern Changle World. To me, you are neither a king nor a god, nor a fellow traveler. At most, I look at you differently because of your great magical powers. Whether we can be friends depends not only on your willingness, but also on whether I am willing."

Gesar was stunned.

Aren't all women happy to be his women? This is unreasonable.

Gesar didn't know what he was thinking of, and suddenly he was shocked: "Do you like women?!"

He narrowed his eyes and looked at her warily, his heart beating fast, and for a moment he even forgot about Galberna who was trying to please him.

She was asked by Zhu Mu to come to him, right? Why would she, a Tang Dynasty mage, listen to Zhu Mu's orders? Could it be that she liked Zhu Mu!

Watching Gesar's eyes slide towards his rival, Wen Jiao's eyebrows jumped: "Not all women in this world help other women for their own purposes, understand?"

Gesar felt relieved.

"Also," Wen Jiao added indifferently, "I have a son."

Gesar spurted out a mouthful of highland barley wine, which immediately attracted countless surprised and scrutinizing glances, and even Jizun's dance missed a beat.

The maid who was pouring the wine behind him trembled and bowed to apologize: "My king, is the wine I poured not tasting good?"

Gesar waved his hands repeatedly to appease the poor girl, and then he asked softly, "How old are you?"

"Not much, I'm just a few years older than you, Lord of Ling." Wen Jiao said calmly. In terms of age, "I'm probably about the same age as the Lord of Ling's mother. If the Lord doesn't mind, you can call me aunt."

"Puff!" Gesar sprayed out another half bowl of barley wine.

This time, even Prince Galberna changed his expression, and his suspicious eyes kept turning between him and Wen Jiao. Gesar smiled awkwardly and raised his wine bowl towards him. Wen Jiao also raised her red agate wine bowl towards the prince and nodded slightly.

Her smiling face was as lofty as the distant shadows of clouds on the vast mirror lake, and as pure and clear as a god. Galberna was moved by her and raised his wine bowl with both hands to toast her. He thought to himself, "Although my Jizun has been praised as the reincarnation of a wise fairy since he was a child, and the smartest and most beautiful in the country, he is inferior to this demon-conquering goddess. King Gesar has this girl by his side, and even if Jizun is forced to marry her, she will hardly be favored by him. I have to make other plans."

The prince felt a headache when he thought of his daughter's arrogant temper and her determination to marry only the best man in the world. Jizun had grown up and her peers had already had children, but she was still delaying marriage. What should he do? At first, he intended to marry the White Tent King, but the damned king not only refused, but also mocked Jizun for being too shrewd. Jizun was so angry that he declared: "Even if I rely on divination to support myself for the rest of my life and move to the snowy mountains to become a practicing mage, I will never marry a man as stupid and arrogant as the White Tent King."

The prince had never been able to do anything with his daughter. She had always loved to play with skull bowls, leg bone flutes, conch shells, etc., but he let her do whatever she wanted. Seeing that she was angry, he did not dare to say anything, but he could not help but mutter in his heart: How could a girl live a life of celibacy as a magician?

This time when King Gesar came, Jizun was clearly moved, and the prince could not help but have hope. If this marriage could be successful, not only would Jizun have a satisfactory home, but as the father-in-law of King Gesar, he would also be able to sit on the throne of the Hor Kingdom with the support of his son-in-law. But looking at the current situation, the prince did not want to let his beloved daughter die.

He glanced at his daughter and saw that although she was still dancing vigorously, based on his understanding of her over the years and the tacit understanding between father and daughter, the prince could see a hint of absent-mindedness in her dance and could not help but sigh deeply.

My daughter finally has some romantic feelings, how should I persuade her later?

Wen Jiao saw that his expression was changing from cloudy to bright. She didn't know what he was thinking, so she ignored him. Suddenly, she felt the Thousand Miles Sound Transmission Note in her arms warm up. It was time for the daily mother-son call. She couldn't help but curl her lips and said, "My son has something to contact me. Please allow me to accompany you for a while. The prince and the Lord of Ling are free to do as they please."

The prince was stunned: "The goddess has a son?"

His heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but glance at Gesar again.

Wen Jiao didn't give him a second to misunderstand, and immediately explained: "He was born before he practiced cultivation. His father was a scholar in the Tang Dynasty."

Of course, not anymore.

Wen Jiao didn't know whether Chen Guangrui was dead or alive. Since they were strangers, there was no need to spend time asking for information.

However, it was the Li sisters who had made things difficult for Wen Jiao at the instigation of Chen Guangrui. Since their sister Li A'man was accepted into the Duke's Mansion as a tutor with Wen Jiao's approval, there was a causal relationship between them, so Wen Jiao couldn't help but pay attention to the news a few times.

After Li Aman gave birth to Chen Guangrui's son, she sent him back to Chen Guangrui's mother and raised him for a year. During this time, her sister Li Xiaoman's silk shop business was getting better and better, and she gradually established herself. She secretly contacted her by letter. The two sisters hugged each other and cried, and Li Xiaoman arranged to take her sister out.

Mrs. Chen, the wife of Yin Yuan, was not a stingy person. She knew that Li A'man had tipped off Wen Jiao, so she took the initiative to withdraw 5,000 strings of cash as Li A'man's salary for the next forty years, and gave it to her in one lump sum. She also gave her a string of pearls as a thank-you gift.

With the help of this financial support, Li Aman opened a musical instrument shop next to her sister's silk shop. The two sisters lived a rich and beautiful life. Within two years, they were married to the sons of wealthy merchants who opened shops on the same street. Within a few years, they also had a son and a daughter.

All these things happened when Wen Jiao went into the mountains to practice.

She left the table and said, "Xuanzang?"

Her answer was a fierce and terrified tiger roar.