Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

"My parents knew they couldn't escape the thunder, and they were afraid that I would be as sad as Yuan Tiangang was when he passed away, so they chose to leave and never see me again." Wen Jiao said to Huo Linger.

Huo Linger whimpered and rubbed his head against her face soothingly.

Five hundred years ago, she was seriously injured in the battle of the seven saints. When she was unconscious, she broke through a great realm with Wen Jiao and fell into a deeper sleep. She woke up recently, but she was still attached to the freedom of the lion body and was rarely willing to transform into a human form. It was like Wu Daozi's painting "Lei Feng Riding a Lion to Descend to the Tang Dynasty", but without the two unimportant followers.

Follower...

Yuan Tiangang passed away, and although Fengji was freed, he was reluctant to ascend to heaven. The trustworthy Fox King also had his own reasons: "I promised to serve him for a hundred years. Thirty years have passed, and I still owe seventy years. How can I face heaven if I don't pay off this debt?"

After all, he was a fox fairy. As long as he was willing to work hard, he could develop many ways. Soon he checked the Book of Life and Death and learned that Yuan Tiangang had been reincarnated more than a thousand years later. He returned to Qingcheng Mountain to practice and wait for the next year to receive Yuan Tiangang's reincarnation. However, from time to time, he would find some exotic flowers and plants to find Huo Ling'er. Huo Ling'er would avoid them if she could, but if she really couldn't avoid them, she could only bite the bullet and accept them. The situation was really embarrassing.

At the same time, the Arab religion was rising strongly. Warriors with scimitars and turbans invaded India, killing many people and sweeping across northern and southern India. The Buddhist monks who were obsessed with the consideration of mystical principles and the beauty of verbal debate and the weak Brahmins had no power to fight back. Only the Bharata Dynasty centered in Elephanta resisted for a long time, and although it finally surrendered, it still retained its sovereignty.

After this catastrophe, the belief in the Three-Faced God coexisted with the Dashi religion, and Buddhism completely declined in the land of India, and only in the province of Bharata did it still have a deep foundation. Interestingly, most of the people there believed in the demon-subduing goddess and the valkyrie Aloi, rather than the Buddha himself.

Time flies, and it is already the 21st century. The Qingming Festival is always the busiest time for cemeteries everywhere. The silent man stayed in front of the tombstone with the crying elderly couple for a long time. After they had vented their emotions, he said, "Aunt Yin, my friend recently designed a set of jewelry, and I would like you to try it on and give him your opinion. Uncle Wen, I just bought a set of antique chess sets, shall we go back and play a few games?"

The old couple wiped their tears and patted his hands: "Xiao Yuan, we've told you so many times not to spend money. Jiaojiao has been gone for five years. How can we feel at ease if you keep doing this?"

The man pushed up his sunglasses: "She will come back."

"Alas." The old couple shook their heads helplessly. This child usually looked like an elite, but when it came to their daughter Wen Jiao, he became confused. Jiao Jiao had been dead for five years. They personally watched her being sent to the crematorium. She didn't even have the basic conditions to revive, so how could she come back?

It was no wonder that he couldn't get over it. After all, Jiaojiao was on her way to meet him at the airport when she was in a car accident during a thunderstorm. At first, they couldn't accept the truth and wanted to kill him to accompany Jiaojiao. But seeing that he had transferred his job to a local place to take care of them, that he cared about them every day, that he visited them every two or three days to chat with them, and that he invited them out for fun on holidays, and that he never came empty-handed, their deepest resentment turned into helplessness.

They are obviously all good kids, but they are just not destined to be together, whether it's them and Jiaojiao, or Jiaojiao and him.

"The present and the past are in turmoil, the scum under the world, the heroes die without looking back. The sun sets in the west, the river flows east. The barren hills under the mountains, the barren hills under the mountains. The sorrow disappears, it is only when you are drunk that you stop..."

No one noticed that on the hill behind the cemetery, Wen Jiao was sitting under an ancient pine tree, singing and playing the pipa, with a look of loneliness between her brows.

Fengji was wearing a scarlet Tang suit and a bracelet on his wrist. If he hadn't been holding a birdcage, he would have looked young and pretty, like a rich second-generation street kid who spent his days wandering around antique streets. But what he was holding was not a birdcage, but a model of a Mobius strip that looped endlessly: "You're just watching from afar, aren't you really going to go over and meet him?

"In this life, his name is Yuan Tianzheng, which means righteousness, which is half of Gang. In his next life, he is a human being, and he is Zheng. You can recognize such a conspicuous feature, right?"

Wen Jiao said nothing, still plucking the pipa with her head lowered.

Feng Ji said, "Are you blaming him for not telling you about his love in his previous life even though he knew he had a limited life span? Then he has done enough for you in this life. You know from what you have seen along the way that a trace of your obsession followed him into reincarnation and he became the daughter of your parents in your previous life. When he saw you at the university welcome party, he remembered everything, even before you fell in love with him.

"In order to help you survive the disaster that killed you when you were twenty-three, he even thought of going to the underworld and made special preparations for four years. He went to the Tiangong Court in Langzhong and borrowed a wisp of Taoist energy from his previous life with Li Chunfeng. He used the art of deceiving the heavens and the seas to graft the life and death books of Wen Jiao and Yin Wen Jiao together, which led to your thousand-year adventure. You are unwilling to understand him for this?"

The sound of the pipa finally stopped, and Wen Jiao said softly: "He is a mortal, even if he has wisdom, it is difficult for him to achieve this step. Thank you, Master Fengji, for your help."

Feng Ji snorted and said proudly, "In the previous life, this Fox King was his protector. In this life, this famous jewelry designer is his childhood friend. For the sake of the relationship in any life, this Fox King will not stand idly by and watch his affairs... Wait, don't change the subject! What do you mean? Can you really bear to just watch like this?"

Wen Jiao said in bewilderment: "Luo Yantian cursed me, dooming me to never be with the man I love. In my previous life, this curse fell on Yuan Tiangang. In this life, it fell on my incarnation. I really don't want to experience the same heart-wrenching pain again. Since I know there will be no good results, why bother to get to know him?"

Feng Ji shrugged, "Didn't the Buddha tell you? It's okay! If you don't try, how do you know it will end in tragedy? Never mind, whatever you want. This Fox King just feels sorry for Yuan Tiangang. He hasn't been able to start a family in peace for two lifetimes. By the way, what has the lion been doing recently?"

Wen Jiao also shrugged and smiled: "She asked me not to tell you. Also, she asked me to emphasize to you again that she only transformed into a female form. Her true form is neither male nor female. She is not a good match for you as a couple. Just give up."

Feng Ji tugged at the Mobius strip in his hand: "Why didn't you say it earlier? It's too late now! When love is strong, what does it matter whether it's a man or a woman?"

Wen Jiao was startled, a flash of inspiration came to her mind, and she froze in place for a moment.

"It's a good omen." She blurted out, "Tell me, if I ask Laojun for a pill that can turn Yang into Yin, will he be willing to eat it for me?"

Fengji's mouth slowly opened into an egg-shaped circle: "Huh?"

(End of the book)