Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

In her past lives, Shakun had always been a very well-behaved girl. She applied all the virtues of women taught by the sage Gandha to herself and asked herself whether every action was in accordance with the Dharma.

She might have been aware of Dou Shantuo's indifference before, but when they got married, he had de facto become her husband, so she could only do her best as a wife and do it impeccably.

She had spent more than twenty years turning herself into a fine statue, but it only took a quarter of an hour for these shameless kings and ministers to smash her like a toy.

Shakuntala buried her face in the grass, her hair disheveled from crying, like a crushed blue lotus.

Then, she felt a pair of warm hands lifting her up and holding her in their arms like a mother holding her child.

The pure and mysterious fragrance surrounded her, and she suddenly felt a great sense of grievance welling up in her heart. She sobbed in despair, "Fairy, am I a banana leaf? Being used as a plate, and thrown away like garbage after eating the food?

"Am I not filial enough to my father? Why am I no longer my father's daughter just because I have a son?

"Am I not loving enough to my son? Why was I kicked out of the house because of him?

"Am I not chaste enough, not docile enough, not respectful enough to my husband? I even used the only blessing my father gave me to ask him to give me a son who can bring glory to my husband's family. But why does my husband refuse to acknowledge me or my son, and even question my chastity?

What did I do wrong? Why did everyone abandon me? Could it be that I committed a heinous crime in my previous life, and I have to suffer so much retribution in this life! "

Wen Jiao stroked her back again and again to help her calm down. Hearing this, she sighed, "If you can't figure it out in this life, why blame yourself in your past life? There are tigers and wolves gathering on the steps. This is not the time to talk about cause and effect. Instead of believing in this confusing retribution, why not believe me?"

Shagong was crying so hard that she was confused and didn't understand for a moment, but Bharata heard her hidden meaning and stepped forward to touch Wen Jiao's feet: "Fairy, can you help my mother wash away the shame?"

Wen Jiao nodded and looked at Sha Gong's thick seaweed-like hair: "Before you left, you cursed them."

At that time, Wen Jiao and Huo Linger used the invisibility spell and saw everything from the side.

Sha Gong had gradually stopped crying, but because he had been crying so hard earlier, he could not help but sob a little: "I was just angry, that's why... I don't have such profound magical powers..."

"As long as your heart is sincere, you can move heaven and earth." Wen Jiao said.

Didn't this move her, the immortal from the Southern Continent? No matter whether Shagong's magic power was enough or not, as long as she was here, it would be enough, no matter how inadequate it was.

She straightened her weeping garland and said, "But the most urgent thing is to find a place for you and your son to stay."

When Shagong cursed the king and his ministers in Xiangcheng, the three practitioners had already run away when they saw the situation was not good. The practitioners were always poor. Shagong had not saved much money in these years as the adopted daughter of an immortal. This time, she did not bring much luggage except some dry food. If they could not find a place to stay, the mother and son would have to sleep outdoors.

It is unbelievable that a gentle, kind, virtuous woman would be openly abandoned by both her husband's family and her own family.

If the so-called righteous Dharma cannot even find a place for a woman without fault, then this righteous Dharma is undoubtedly very similar to the evil creeds of demons and heretics.

Wen Jiao's eyes flashed coldly.

If it weren't for the fact that Xiniu Hezhou was a place rarely visited by the immortals of the East, she, a newcomer, wouldn't have been so high-profile; if it weren't for the fact that she had made a pact with Gesar, she would have changed her style of doing things in advance, trying to resolve mortal matters with mortal means...

At that time, she really wanted to give this bunch of filthy dogs a thunder of justice.

But now that Shagun has even cast the curse, she has a perfect entry point to intervene.

She made a tablet of her own and asked Sha Gong to take it to the caravan that joined the Kingdom of Women. In recent years, all the people of the Kingdom of Women have converted to the Goddess of Subduing Demons, especially those women who left the Kingdom of Women in Xiliang to serve as diplomatic envoys or do business abroad, and they are the most pious and stick together.

With their style, even if Shakuntala and her son were not from the Kingdom of Women, as long as they were believers of Wen Jiao, they would naturally be warmly accepted.

Wen Jiao held Huo Ling'er in her arms, standing on the cloud, watching the women of the Kingdom of Women surrounding Sha Gong and asking him questions, and then they were all excited and scolding Dou Shantuo. She smiled slightly and said, "Sister Huo, are you interested in slapping someone in the face?"

Huo Ling'er shook her pink paws like a kitten. "Yes, yes, yes. It depends on how hard the head is. If it's too soft, it won't be good if it's beaten into a rotten watermelon."

"Forget it then." Wen Jiao groaned for a moment, took out the Tianfang Treasure Mirror, and summoned the soul of the long-forgotten White Tent King from it.

The tyrant's spirit was very strong, not afraid of the sun even in the daytime, and after being nurtured by the yin energy of the Tianfang Treasure Mirror for several years, it had recovered some of its sanity. When he saw Wen Jiao, he immediately prostrated himself on the ground in awe.

Wen Jiao injected the images of the king and ministers of Xiangcheng who humiliated Sha Gong and his mother into her mind, and stuffed them into the White Tent King's mind: "For a hundred days, slap everyone in the face every night. Don't kill anyone, don't disturb the innocent, and the rest are up to you."

That night, Dou Shantuo hugged the little queen he had married last year. They should have made love to each other, but for some reason he felt bored. He turned over and fell asleep hastily, ignoring the little queen's scolding.

Although he was asleep, his mind was still clear. The faces of the mother and son he saw during the day would flash before his eyes from time to time, disturbing him.

Sha Gong was indeed a beautiful lady who could be happy or angry. She was extremely beautiful when she was a girl, and now she was scolding people with tears in her eyes. Back then, he sincerely wanted to marry her back to the palace in a grand manner, but halfway through, he suddenly became afraid that the immortal Ganpo would be angry with him for molesting the women, so he was so scared that he never dared to go to the Taoist temple again.

If he had known that Gandha Sage would agree to give Shakun to him seven years later, he would have welcomed her back. It is really a disgrace to him to be embarrassed in front of his subjects like this.

That child of Bharata... looks exactly like him. But he is too tall and strong to be a six-year-old. The ministers all doubted his bloodline, how could Dushantuo give them the opportunity to suspect that he was cuckolded? No, even if he really only has the physique of a six-year-old, as long as there is a possibility that his background is unknown, Dushantuo cannot acknowledge their mother and son's identity.

It was a pity, but he had many women and sons, so he could have more. In the end, it was still the fault of the sage Ganpo. If he had sent Shakun to him seven years ago when he knew that Shakun was following him, then nothing would have happened!

Dou Shantuo closed his eyes and thought about something, unaware that a black shadow was slowly extending down from the dome, getting closer and closer until it was right in front of him.

A rotten hand with a wisp of cold white smoke rising up.

Snapped!

He was slapped hard in the face.

Dou Shantuo was hit so hard that his face was thrown to the side, his eyes turned black, and he passed out without even a scream.