Journey to the West: Conquering the Demons

From childhood to adulthood, Xuanzang had never been scolded so thoroughly by anyone. For a moment, he hung his head and shrunk his neck, looking as pitiful as possible.

Zhu Guang Ji laughed and said, "Your son is able to show compassion without discrimination. He clearly has the heart of a Buddhist. He is a natural-born seed of a god or Buddha."

Hearing his exaggerated praise, Xuanzang blushed and chanted the Buddha's name softly: "Amitabha, I am just an ordinary Buddhist monk, and I don't deserve the praise of 'seed of gods and Buddhas'."

Wen Jiao knew that at this time, Tathagata had ordered Guanyin Bodhisattva to bring Buddhist robes and Zen staff to the East to find a person to obtain the scriptures. Looking at the current Eastern Buddhist sect, who is more suitable to be a person to obtain the scriptures than Xuanzang, the tenth reincarnation of Tathagata's disciple Jin Chanzi? Therefore, when the Buddhist sect made this arrangement, the gods and immortals knew it very well and just watched from the sidelines.

These inside stories are not something that a fake native like her should know.

So Wen Jiao just sighed and said, "General Snake, if you keep praising him, he will become even more arrogant and forget his own limitations."

Zhu Guang Ji shook his head and said, "Your son is naturally kind and kind, and he cannot change unless he experiences hardships himself. Junior Sister Yin wants to change your son with a few words of admonition, but I'm afraid it's doomed to be a mirage, just wishful thinking." He laughed again, "I didn't expect that Junior Sister Yin, who is so decisive, gave birth to a soft-hearted little monk."

Wen Jiao said bitterly: "I don't know who he looks like?"

But she knew the answer. This kind nature, which was to the point of not distinguishing between friend and foe and even lacking self-protection awareness, was naturally inherited from Yin Wenjiao herself.

Zhu Guang Ji advised, "This is your son's nature, Junior Sister Yin, just let it go. The weather is abnormal right now, and there are demons waiting for an opportunity to cause trouble in all the four seas. Junior Sister is here to keep an eye on it, so it seems I don't need to worry about it for the time being. I have to go inspect somewhere else first, so let's not go for now."

Wen Jiao said goodbye to him. Turning around, she saw that the monks had swept the ashes on the ground into a pile. Xuanzang was still sitting beside them, chanting sutras in a low voice. At this moment, the solar eclipse had passed, and the sky gradually became brighter. A beam of bright sunlight shone on him. The monk looked pious, as if he were a god. There were still a few drops of blood on his face that he had not had time to wipe off, which looked very out of place in this sacred and solemn scene.

Wen Jiao was helpless, and thought: Brother Monkey, it's not that I don't want to help your future master temper himself, I really have tried my best.

The flames are red and the lightning is furious.

Wen Jiao was trying to condense the lightning emitted by the Dragon Snake Sword into a very thin line, so thin that it looked like a line. The surging energy was compressed into a very narrow range, merging into a rich black color. Occasionally, one or two points would overflow, and then quickly expand into a fireball as big as a roof beam.

Feng Ji, who was invited to protect the law, concentrated on putting out the fires, and looked at the black line with fear from time to time. He felt as if he was back to the time when he was a fox cub. Looking at the dark storm clouds rolling in from the horizon, he was so frightened that he could only dive into the fox hole and tremble.

That day, Wen Jiao chopped a bunch of woodcuts into charred ash at Jingye Temple, and found dozens of iron claws in the ash. After being tempered by the lightning of the Dragon Snake Sword, the iron claws remained intact and their color was still dark. Wen Jiao picked up one of them and scratched it on the bluestone floor, leaving a deep mark on the thick bluestone bricks. Looking at the iron claw again, it was still as sharp as before.

Good iron.

She wanted to refine something with them, but the melting point of this iron was so high that it was not afraid of even the high temperature of lightning, and ordinary fire could not do anything to it.

Wen Jiao suddenly had an idea and decided to use them as a whetstone to improve her ability to control lightning.

A year ago, she found that her cultivation had reached a bottleneck. No matter how she practiced Qi, meditation, or taking medicine, her Qi only increased in small increments. It was just a slow quantitative change, but lacked the qualitative change she had experienced before. In this case, it would be better to start with fine skills and hone the essence of actual manipulation.

This was also the warning she received when she was exterminating Xie Xie. Fortunately, the other party was born with iron claws, which made it convenient for her to attract lightning and strike. What if it was another little demon? Seeing that her lightning was powerful, she immediately threw away all her weapons and dived into the crowd. Could she still be so accurate in hurting only the demons and not the people?

It can be seen that this delicate work really requires practice. She didn't want to become a female Li Kui, who killed for a long time when robbing the execution ground, and injured a few regular soldiers, but chopped down a lot of innocent onlookers.

However, lightning was very powerful, and during the practice, it was inevitable that some of it would spill over, which was very dangerous for ordinary people in the house, so she specially asked Fengji to come and protect her. Every day, except for going to Daming Palace to check on Li Shimin every three hours, she spent the rest of her time honing her skills.

After practicing like this for four or five days, one day when she was practicing, she had a thought and looked inside herself. She saw that after twelve years of practice, her internal organs had been warmed by the spiritual energy and were as beautiful as jade crystal. Her heart was a positive red, her lungs were a flourishing white, her liver was a cloudy green, her kidneys were a dark and deep black, and her spleen was a stable yellow.

Wen Jiaofu felt blessed in her heart, and in an indescribable, delicate and mysterious way, she gently drew out a wisp of the whitest air from the silver kidney water.

The water of the True One is silver in lead.

She used the same method again and drew out a wisp of the most red air from the vermilion heart liquid.

The Qi of Tianyi is mercury in the sand.

The two energies blended together like a dragon and a tiger meeting, and soon reached a wonderful state of harmony. During this time, her true energy continued to circulate as usual, like the wind outside the alchemy furnace, regularly adding to the fire.

It seemed as if there was a sound, and yet it seemed as if there was complete silence. A crystal clear and warm light spot the size of a grain of rice slowly emerged from the beginning of the fusion of the two energies.

Dragon and tiger merge to form yellow buds, which are the great medicine. When the fetus is complete and the qi is sufficient, it needs to be warmed and nurtured, and the way of the golden elixir begins.

Snap! The bottleneck that had been holding her back was smashed to pieces.

Wen Jiao let out a sigh of pleasure and opened her eyes. There was a flash of gold in her eyes before they returned to a gentle look.

She said to Feng Ji, who looked alert, "Today is a good day. What do you and Yuan Ling want to eat? I'll treat you."

Fengji slowly relaxed: "You made a breakthrough?"

Wen Jiao smiled and said, "That's why I said today is a good day."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a heart-shaking sound of bells. It was the sound of bells from all the temples and palaces in Chang'an ringing together. One, one, and again, it rang endlessly.

Wen Jiao's face darkened: "What's that sound?"

Fengji covered his ears and didn't hear her words clearly: "It's so annoying. It looks like he won't stop until he knocks 30,000 times. We have to make some noise."

In fact, he didn't answer, and Wen Jiao also realized the answer.

The bell tolls 30,000 times, marking the death of an emperor.