Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

There was a couple who were a perfect match, talented and pretty, and in love. The husband loved his only daughter like a treasure, and even though there was a throne to inherit, he never planned to marry another woman to continue his family line because he cared about his wife's health. His wife died of her beauty, and the husband stayed with her body in the eternal night, and he was happy with it.

Until one day, the daughter, whom they loved wholeheartedly, invited a foreign Taoist priest to burn his wife's body. The husband, unwilling to be separated from his wife, hugged his wife's body that was burning in the flames, and they were burned into a handful of ashes together.

Ignoring all the previous causes and only considering the parental affection, would this couple resent their daughter?

At least Agoncuo felt that they would not forgive him.

"You killed us!"

"I shouldn't have given birth to you!"

"How painful it is to be burned by fire, why don't you try it yourself!"

Every night, Agoncuo would dream that King Jiadi and Queen Chiji were approaching step by step, wrapped in the blazing fire of the sky and the earth, with accusations all over their mouths and tears streaming down their faces.

Agongcuo stood there, still a child of about ten years old, watching them approach without dodging or avoiding, tears streaming down his face. He let the fire on their bodies burn him to ashes, and the blood on their bodies drown him until he suffocated.

"I dream about them... every night." Agoncuo added, her voice ethereal and with a slight smile. On the eve of pouring out all the fire of revenge accumulated over the past five years, her face seemed to have a long-lost innocence, and she was immersed in a long and sad dream, like a pomelo flower intoxicated by strong liquor, unable to wake up for a long time.

Bixie looked at her, and a trace of sadness appeared in his usually solemn eyes.

He had nightmares, too. His childhood was a mess, with an indulgent and doting father and a gentle and graceful mother. He only remembered the happiness of indulging his nature, and could not remember any other details.

In fact, there are some parts that I remember clearly.

For example, that day, the fierce monk with a beard fell from the sky and carried him and his brother away without saying anything. He struggled on the monk's shoulder and saw his mother chasing after him, but she only chased a few steps and stopped. She stretched out her hand towards him and his brother, as if she wanted to keep them, but then put her hand down. There were tears in Wen Li's eyes, but the corners of her mouth were raised in an ecstatic smile.

He looked at her and felt that what he saw was not his mother, but a strange evil ghost that was about to crawl out of hell.

He fainted, and when he woke up, everything had changed. Without his father or mother, he and his brother were strangers everywhere. He and his brother scratched and bit them fiercely, but they were so strong that they couldn't get rid of them. Until a woman as beautiful as a peony smiled disdainfully and said to them, "Your parents don't want you anymore."

One sentence cut through their confused and ignorant cognition. The fear of aliens and the resentment towards Daddy behind the gentle smile of their mother, and the indifference and teasing in their father's doting eyes, like a toy, overwhelmed them like a tide.

Childhood came to an end here.

"At least your parents are willing to be seen in your dreams." Bixie murmured.

Agongcuo's eyes moved slightly as she looked at him. Her pupils were dark with a hint of purple, looking like a colorful obsidian mirror. This was the first time that Pixie saw his own reflection in it.

His eyes twitched, he lowered his gaze, and smiled bitterly, "My father coveted my mother's beauty and forced her to give birth to me and Zhen'e. My mother was deeply afraid of my father's power and pretended to be nice to him for many years. Once she got the chance, she couldn't wait to get away. Before leaving, she poked my father into a hornet's nest. Although my father had a way to be reborn, it was a big mistake for him to come to the mortal world without permission. After the incident, he dared not stay any longer and could only return to heaven to confess his sins. As for Zhen'e and me, he forgot about it. Whether we were alive or dead, or being abused, it didn't matter to him."

"Do you hate them?" Agongcuo asked unconsciously. She only knew that these two fairy children were born to Kuimu Lang, one of the twenty-eight constellations, and a princess from the mortal world, but she didn't know the truth was so unbearable.

"Hate." Bixie said, "But mother had no choice. She didn't give birth to us voluntarily. How can we hate each other? The only person we can hate is father. What does he think of us? He gave birth to us to play house with him after indulging in lust? He teases us when he likes us, lets go when it's not convenient, and teases us again when he thinks it's good to be with him?"

"If it weren't for Empress Yin's willingness to raise us..." His throat choked up, "The best ending for us brothers would be to continue to be demons and do evil, and then either be eaten by more vicious demons, or be killed by passing powerful people. No one would remember us, and no one would sigh for us or shed a tear."

Which is more painful, being hated by parents who love you deeply or being abandoned by parents who don't love you? Agoncuo was at a loss for a moment. She was lost in thought for a while, then smiled and said, "Fortunately, they are all alive, Brother Pixie, you don't owe them anything."

Pixie lowered his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't owe you anything."

The slight admiration for Kuimulang that he dared not tell others had already disappeared when the other party from Nantianmen showed off his father's style to them brothers to teach them a lesson. As for Baihuaxiu...

In the past few years, he occasionally went out to work for Wen Jiao, and he and Zhen'e had secretly visited Baoxiang Kingdom. Four years ago, the old king was exhausted and passed the throne to Baihuaxiu. Three years ago, Baihuaxiu married the son of the general of the dynasty as her husband, and she had a child that year.

Now, her eldest daughter is almost three years old.

Yes, it was Baihuaxiu's eldest daughter, not his and Zhenwu's sister. Baihuaxiu's splendid life should not have the stain of these two demons.

There was warmth flowing in his lowered eye sockets, and Pixie suppressed the sob in his voice: "Let go, Agongcuo, the past is the past, don't look back."

Agoncuo's raven-blue eyelashes trembled, and he replied softly, "Yeah."

The silence between the two spread out, and was broken by a burst of hurried footsteps. It was Zhen'e who hurried over. He and Pixie divided the work, killing half of the demons in the city, and finally reunited at the palace in the center of the city. His Taoism was less advanced than his elder brother, so he was also a step late. The demon's blood on his armor was still wet: "Sister Agongcuo! Brother! Queen Yin sent a message, the demon is coming!"

"Hiss, hiss, hiss..." The cold snake language sounded in the hall.

Zhen'e subconsciously drew his sword, but saw that the snake-shaped golden sword inserted in the wall began to move, crawling like a real golden snake, and the next moment it had coiled around Agoncuo's arm.

Bang bang bang!

The golden corpses of the three demons fell to the ground.

Agoncuo stroked the golden snake's head, his voice trembling with uncontrollable excitement: "Are you also waiting for this day..."