Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng had not eaten or drunk for a whole day and night, yet they were unaware of it. Their minds were dark and they were immersed in some indescribable mysterious state.

The sky and the earth are vast, the universe is three thousand, countless suns and moons condense into countless points of light, countless points of light merge into a brilliant sea of ​​stars, and countless seas of stars are expanding, swallowing, and dying.

Life and death, over and over again, no one knows where it starts and no one knows where it ends.

Writing unconsciously with thick ink, Yuan Tiangang inscribed four lines of verse at the top of the scroll:

From Pangu to Xiyi, tigers and dragons have fought each other.

After realizing the true meaning of the cycle, I tried to discuss the mystery after the Tang Dynasty.

They saw a gorgeous woman dressed in a dragon robe and a nine-feathered crown on her head, climbing the long steps and ascending the dragon throne under the guard of thousands of people.

Yang declines, Yin rises, the sun sets and the moon rises.

They saw willow catkins flying all over the sky, the fragrance of women's makeup and the aroma of lychees complementing each other, and the sound of Hu'er's horse hooves crushing the stone slabs of Zhuque Street.

If Mu Yi encounters a ghost at the foot of the mountain, he will bury a golden ring there.

They looked down along the long river of time. They saw the streets of heaven covered with the bones of nobles, and the kings of the Five Dynasties turned to ashes. They saw the Rongdi people also learned the clothes and customs of the Central Plains, and the Han people retreated to the south of the Yangtze River. They saw the fierce horses sweeping across China and pointing their swords to the west. The dark-skinned Arabs with gemstones in their hats and the white-skinned Qin people with blond hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin all trembled and crawled on the whip. They saw the one-eyed stone man emerging from the mud of the Yellow River, and the farmers threw away their hoes and plows and put on red scarves. They saw the people with shaved heads and long braids rushing from the black mountains and white waters, first fighting with the Han people, and then with the blond, red-haired, blue-eyed, and green-eyed people.

They also saw the sharp bayonets coming from the Fusang Island in the east, stabbing the sleeping dragon entrenched in the land of Kyushu with wounds all over its body. The land of China sank, and the four seas wailed.

In December, the weather is not harmonious, and there are birds in the southern mountains and birds in the northern mountains.

Once I hear the crow of the golden rooster, the sea is sinking and the sun has passed.

Yuan Tiangang recorded it.

Li Chunfeng on the other side finished calculating and murmured, "This difficulty can be resolved in the year of the Rooster."

They continued to watch, and they saw the blood on the dragon's body turn into flames, slowly but irresistibly spreading to the nine provinces, blooming into crimson stars, dispersing the dark clouds of war. They saw huge iron birds flying in the sky, huge iron fish swimming in the deep sea, and towering iron spikes spewing out flames like firecrackers, throwing iron balls into the sky and straight into the boundless universe.

They also saw countless silver objects floating between the stars, arranged in a tight battle formation. A drop of water-shaped strange object shot from the opposite side, its surface as smooth as a tear from a beautiful woman's eyes. Wherever it passed, masts and oars were reduced to ashes.

The sea is covered with clouds and smoke for thousands of miles, reaching up to the clouds and springs below.

The golden mother and the wooden master are playing tricks on each other, and the wars have not yet led to disasters.

When Li Chunfeng wrote this prophecy, he did not realize that his hand holding the pen had become as dry as a branch about to break. Yuan Tiangang suddenly felt a piercing coldness in his palm. He looked slowly and saw that the black tortoise shell given by the Demon-Subduing Heavenly Venerable in his hand was continuously injecting the black Yin Qi into his body.

He realized something, and glanced upward along the veins that were infused with energy, and saw that his skin was sometimes covered with wrinkles and spots, like the hand of an old man, and sometimes smooth and elastic, still full of vitality. It was as if a force was forcefully squeezing out his vitality, and when that vitality was about to be exhausted, it was quickly replenished by the nectar in his body and the power of the black tortoise shell in his palm.

He was stunned for a moment, looking at the long scroll at his hand. One end of the scroll was still on the table, and the other end had already rolled out on the ground. It was densely packed with prophecies and eulogies, all of which were deduced by him and Li Chunfeng, and there was only two feet of empty space on the scroll to fill it up.

Without any hesitation, he patted Li Chunfeng's back. Li Chunfeng was hunched over the table, calculating feverishly. He was pushed so hard that he almost stepped into the inkstone. He slowly raised his head. This Taoist, who was always handsome and elegant, now had sunken eye sockets, waxy yellow skin wrapped around his bones, and his hair and beard were completely white, and a lot of it had fallen off, revealing the same withered scalp. At first glance, he looked like a dried corpse.

Peering into the secrets of heaven and foretelling the future seems to be a mysterious realm that countless people yearn for. However, few people have thought about why fortune-tellers rarely have a good ending, and what is the price of leaking a large amount of secrets of heaven?

Li Chunfeng did not notice his abnormality, but asked in astonishment: "Brother Tiangang?"

Yuan Tiangang looked at his hands that had regained their rosy color and said, "Brother Chunfeng is tired, I will do the rest."

It would have been better if he hadn't said anything. Once he said it, Li Chunfeng realized that his body, mind, and brain were like a galloping horse that had been running for ten days and ten nights. He was extremely tired and would faint immediately if he was stopped. He nodded woodenly, and before he could fully nod his head, he had already fallen asleep on the stone table.

Yuan Tiangang shifted his gaze back and continued to calculate.

Everything will turn to its opposite when it reaches its extreme. Poison can be used to fight poison. The genius of Wu Yue has found a glimmer of hope in this endless sea of ​​stars.

After great chaos comes great order, and after great order comes great chaos again. The song of peace will eventually be sung throughout the world, although there will still be some haze left.

After countless cycles, the world of great harmony will come. Will it be bright and glorious?

Maybe, maybe not, after the intense release, it returns to the singularity of chaos, which is also a world of great harmony without any distinction between high and low. Then it will regenerate, grow, age, and perish, with yin and yang alternating, with a beginning and an end, and also without a beginning and an end.

Yuan Tiangang sighed softly and wrote down the final words of praise:

For the vast number of days, the world will rise and fall without freedom.

There are thousands of things to say, it is better to push back and go to rest.

It was as if the epic story of Cangjie creating characters was being repeated. In an instant, millet rained from the sky and ghosts and gods all cried.

Just like a unruly roc falling into the hunter's net, the movement of sun and moon, the alternation of yin and yang, the rise and fall, prosperity and decline, all the unpredictable destiny of the universe, have since been subject to the control of human beings.

"The Book of Changes", completed.

Wen Jiao looked at him. The Taoist in purple had never been so high-spirited as he was now. As if sensing her gaze, Yuan Tiangang turned around and looked at her with deep eyes.

This is the person she loves. Wen Jiao's mouth curled up, a smile of pride and relief.

Yuan Tiangang did not smile, he still looked at her, his eyes were deep and serious, as if he wanted to imprint every detail of her into his mind and engrave it into his heart.

Wen Jiao stopped smiling. A strong sense of foreboding was thundering and lightning in her heart. Before she could react, his figure had already collapsed.

Like a drop of oil ignited by a spark, or an everlasting flower crushed by a huge force, his life withered in an instant.