Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

Yin Kaishan has only one son and one daughter. Yin Yuan was born in his middle age. He is not married yet and naturally has no children. The only person in the Xiangfu who can be called the grandson is Xuanzang. Hearing Su Xin say that Xuanzang is in trouble, Wen Jiao was startled: "Explain it clearly."

Su Xin said, "After delivering food to Ye Si Niang, I went back to the mansion to get a book for the young lady. As soon as I returned to Wanhua Tower, I was called by the lady. The lady said that there was a message from the Jingye Temple, saying that our young master Sun had eaten a cold Hu cake early in the morning, and he was sick. He was too sick to get up and couldn't even speak. The monks in the temple who could treat illnesses saw him, but there was nothing they could do, so they made a fuss and went outside to invite a doctor. When the lady knew about it, she asked the prince to bring a familiar imperial physician to see the young master. He prescribed medicine, but he was still in a coma and was getting worse and worse..." She didn't dare to look at Wen Jiao's face, "The lady asked the young lady when she would go to see the young master? It will be in the next few days. If she sees him, she will have something to think about in the future."

How is this possible? Xuanzang was the reincarnation of Tathagata's disciple Jin Chanzi, and was appointed by Guanyin Bodhisattva to go to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures. If he had died of food poisoning from eating a piece of cake, who would go to seek Buddhist scriptures twelve years later? Who would go to Wuzhi Mountain to save the monkey? Among the 81 trials that Tang Monk went through, this one was not even a challenge.

Wen Jiao always felt that something was wrong, but Xuanzang's illness was obvious. After all, he was this body's biological son and had left a good impression on her during their past two meetings. Now he was seriously ill and even Madam Yin had mentioned his name. It was really unacceptable for her, as a mother, to continue to refuse to go and see him.

But knowing that Chen Guangrui was going to find someone to deal with her, it was not a good idea for her to go out with a few maids who looked so delicate. Wen Jiao pondered for a while: "I'll pack up and go to Jingye Temple right away. Suxin, go and ask them to prepare the car. Mingxin, go to Yuan Ling and tell him that I want to borrow his Fengji."

When Wen Jiao hurried to Jingye Temple, the sun was setting and it was almost dusk. She said to the monk in charge of reception: "Is the abbot of your temple here? Please let him know that the lady of Guichuan County learned that Master Xuanzang of your temple was ill and came to visit him."

The monk in charge of reception remembered her and knew that she was one of the great donors of the temple and had donated a lot of money and goods to the temple in recent days. Hearing this, he hurriedly let her in. Soon the abbot also came and saw her, and said tacitly: "Master Xuanzang's meditation room is in the back, please follow me."

Wen Jiao asked anxiously, "How is Xuanzang now? I only heard that he is too sick to get out of bed. Is the prescription prescribed by the imperial physician invited by my mother useless?"

The abbot sighed, "Xuanzang's teeth were clenched so tightly that he couldn't eat anything. I forced his teeth open and fed him medicine, but it didn't work. Now he lies there stiffly all day, his body is cold, and only his heart is still alive. I have appointed a monk who is quite strong to take care of him and clean him conveniently. Bianji has always been the best friend of Master Xuanzang. Seeing that he was seriously ill, he volunteered to take care of him himself. After I said a few words to him, his eyes were filled with tears."

Listening to this situation, he has just stepped half a foot into the gates of hell! Among the 81 trials that Tang Monk went through, is this one included?

Wen Jiao's heart sank, and she grasped the short sword hidden under her wide sleeves.

After passing through several Buddhist halls, we finally arrived at the meditation room where the monks lived. There were many people in Jingye Temple but few rooms. Originally, four people lived in one room. However, because Xuanzang was seriously ill, the abbot moved the other three out for the convenience of taking care of him, leaving only Xuanzang and the monk who was taking care of him.

The abbot arrived at the Zen room where Xuanzang lived, knocked on the door, and said, "Xuanzang, the lady of Guichuan County is here to see you."

There was total silence inside. After a few breaths, a low, hoarse voice spoke: "Come in."

The voice was like a walnut stuck in the throat, muffled and hoarse, not pleasant to the ear. It must be the powerful monk who took care of Xuanzang. Seeing the abbot push the door and enter, Wen Jiao was about to follow him when she heard a "puff" sound from a tall tree in the courtyard. She turned around and saw a crow folding its wings and squatting on the treetop.

Wen Jiao's pupils shrank slightly, her eyes darkened, and her heart tightened a little.

"Madam Guichuan, Xuanzang is waiting for you." The abbot stopped and urged, with a sad look on his face. Obviously, in his opinion, Xuanzang was on his deathbed, just holding on, waiting to see his biological father for the last time.

Wen Jiao gritted her teeth and followed in.

"Bang!" The door behind her suddenly closed, cutting off the warm sunset glow outside the door. The light in the room dimmed immediately, and she turned around immediately, seeing a strange monk closing the door. When she looked over, the other party just lowered his head slightly. In the dim light, it was difficult to recognize his appearance. With Wen Jiao's eyesight, she could only see his newly shaved green scalp and thin pointed chin. As for his figure, it was also difficult to see because he was covered in a wide monk's robe.

Wen Jiao calmly looked away and rushed to the monk's bed. Xuanzang was lying there, his face was ashen and lifeless. She bit her lip and sniffed his breath, her fingertips trembling like dry grass leaves in the wind.

The air flow was so weak that it was almost indistinguishable and freezing cold. It was impossible to imagine that it was exhaled from the lungs of a living person.

"My son, you have committed sins in several lifetimes, and suffered the evil in several lifetimes, so you have to suffer like this!" Wen Jiao pinched herself hard, and felt her eyes dry and she couldn't squeeze out tears, so she took out the handkerchief that she had prepared long ago and scented with dogwood and covered her face. The pungent smell came towards her, making her eyes and nose so sore that she couldn't bear it. She immediately started crying in a rhythmic voice, the sound was so sad and the emotion was so full that anyone who heard it would cry.

The abbot lit the oil lamp, was moved by the scene, chanted a Buddhist name softly, sighed and shook his head, and quietly left. He closed the door, leaving the space to this strange mother and son who were destined to be together.

The warm tears splashed on the back of Xuanzang's hand, as if awakening something, and the deathly gray fingertips trembled slightly.

Wen Jiao saw this, her eyes shone, she kept crying: "Son, you are still so young, how can you bear to leave me behind? If you really have the heart to leave this world, I will have to give up my body and follow you!"

"Then you should just give up your body and let him go." The monk behind him said, his voice full of resentment was no longer hoarse, but sounded indescribably familiar, "Bitch, you will fall into my hands one day!"

Wen Jiao wiped the tears from her face with a handkerchief and turned around suddenly. She saw that the monk had approached her from behind without her noticing. He was holding something in his hand that shone brightly with gold. He threw it at her head and shouted, "Fox spirit, show yourself now!"

Wen Jiao herself was not sure whether her situation was considered as a demon possessing her body, so although she did not know the effect of this thing, she did not dare to take it seriously. She immediately dodged the golden light. Fearing that the light would hurt Xuanzang, she also pulled the quilt from the corner of the monk's bed and covered Xuanzang tightly.

"Chen E?" Wen Jiao held down the dagger hidden in her sleeve.