Chaos Spirit Field

It was too late for Yuan Hong to rescue her. Gao Cuilan's body was pierced by Yang Nianhe's sword energy, and she fell directly to the ground, her blood staining the ground red. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and despair. Finally, she slowly closed her eyes, and her body began to dissipate bit by bit. Tianpeng saw this scene, and his heart was in great pain. He watched his wife turn into ashes before his eyes, tears of blood flowing from his eyes, and he roared angrily: "Yang Nianhe, give me Cuilan back!"

Yang Nianhe replied coldly, "Gao Cuilan violated the rules of heaven and deserves death. Tianpeng, if you still refuse to change your ways, you will suffer the same fate as her."

Tianpeng smiled bitterly and said angrily: "What a violation of the heaven's rules. Cuilan, watch your husband avenge you." As he said that, he rushed towards Yang Nianhe with a rake in his hand.

Seeing this, Zhao Shanhe quickly dissuaded him, saying, "Tianpeng, Gao Cuilan's death was caused by your actions against heaven. If you truly care about her, follow me on my journey west to obtain the scriptures. Only then can you cleanse her sins and allow her to return to the cycle of reincarnation."

Tianpeng stopped walking, glaring at Zhao Shanhe and saying, "Your son killed my wife, and you still want me to protect you on your pilgrimage? How ridiculous! Today, no one here will escape."

Upon hearing this, Yang Nianhe said angrily, "Tianpeng, you deserve to die." After he said that, he took his sword and attacked Tianpeng, and the two fought together.

Zhao Shanhe watched the two men fighting in the sky, feeling a pang of displeasure. Yang Nianhe, this unfilial son, actually regarded his own father as a disgrace. He couldn't help but sigh, "This move by the Emperor of Heaven is truly vicious."

Tian Peng and Yang Nianhe fought from the sky to the ground, from day to night, but they could not determine the winner. Yuan Hong couldn't stand it any longer and said, "Master, if Tian Peng and Yang Nianhe continue to fight like this, they will delay the great cause of obtaining the scriptures."

Zhao Shanhe clasped his hands together and said, "Wukong, your mind is in turmoil. Amitabha."

The two people in the sky were startled when they heard Zhao Shanhe's "Amitabha" and immediately stopped fighting. Their eyes gradually regained clarity.

Tianpeng slowly landed on the ground, his eyes gleaming with hatred and despair. He looked at Yang Nianhe and said through gritted teeth, "Yang Nianhe, I will remember the revenge for my wife's murder. Xuanzang, I am willing to go and obtain the scriptures."

Zhao Shanhe nodded with satisfaction, took out a golden tight-fitting curse from his arms, handed it to Yuan Hong, and said, "Wukong, put the tight-fitting curse on your second junior brother."

Tianpeng saw Yuan Hong approaching with the golden hoop, and a helpless smile appeared on his face. He let Yuan Hong put the golden hoop on his head, seemingly resigned to his fate. However, at this moment, a gust of wind whistled past, and a huge wild boar suddenly appeared before everyone. It bared its fangs and pounced fiercely at Zhao Shanhe.

Yang Nianhe's expression changed slightly, then turned into a gloating smile, accompanied by a sense of relief. Zhao Shanhe sighed deeply. He looked at the wild boar and said slowly, "Tianpeng, going against the will of heaven will only bring more suffering. Why are you so stubborn and stubborn?"

The wild boar stopped, its eyes filled with anger and sadness. It opened its mouth and let out a low growl, "Xuanzang, if it weren't for your journey to the West to obtain the scriptures, Cuilan wouldn't have been killed! Today, I'm going to make Yang Nianhe feel the pain of losing a loved one!"

Zhao Shanhe said helplessly, "Tianpeng, do you think that if you kill me, that rebellious son Yang Nianhe will shed a single tear for me? He would love for you to do that. The journey to the West to obtain the scriptures was set by the saints. Have I ever forced you to do that?"

Tianpeng said, "Xuanzang, no matter how much you talk, you will not escape death today."

Zhao Shanhe's face showed no trace of fear. He replied calmly, "Tianpeng, although your Zhu Gangli body is powerful, it can't do anything to me. If you have figured it out, put on the tight headband. I'll wait for you at Gao Laozhuang."

As soon as he finished speaking, Tianpeng suddenly felt himself being bound by invisible chains, and he could only roar unwillingly. Yang Nianhe's originally gloating smile froze. He had not expected that Zhao Shanhe had actually set up a formation without his knowledge and easily subdued Tianpeng.

Zhao Shanhe walked up to Yang Nianhe and said, "Yang Nianhe, your current strength doesn't qualify you to wade into this muddy water. Don't make your mother sad. Take care of yourself."

Yang Nianhe sneered: "What qualifications do you have to criticize me? Should I call you Xuanzang or Zhao Shanhe now?"

Zhao Shanhe teased, "You should call me dad or father. If you think I'm a stain on you, you can follow Nezha's example and repay your father with your flesh and your mother with your bones. Then your mother and I will give birth to a smart and obedient son. You're already angry and planning to attack your father. Even the Golden Immortal Tianpeng was captured by my formation. You're really stupid. You knew that the grudge between the Emperor of Heaven and me could not be resolved, yet you insisted on getting involved in this mess. I don't know what your master taught you."

Yang Nianhe shouted loudly: "Don't talk about my master. He is a thousand times better than you. I would rather he was my father."

Zhao Shanhe knocked Yang Nianhe on the head and said, "You unfilial son, I just adopted you randomly. Zhao Zilong is indeed a man of character, and I am not necessarily inferior to him as a father. I know that whatever I say now will be seen as a trick on you, so take care of yourself. Wukong, let's go back."

Yang Nianhe looked at Zhao Shanhe's departing back with mixed feelings. He felt that the restraints on him had disappeared. After thinking for a while, he returned to heaven with the heavenly soldiers and generals.

After a while, Tianpeng felt that the restraints on his body had also disappeared. He gestured with the golden hoop for a few times and finally threw it away. He would not give up his hatred easily.

Zhao Shanhe was sitting in meditation in Gao Yuanwai's house when Yuan Hong returned with the Tightening Curse. He said, "Master, Tianpeng doesn't want to obtain the scriptures and has discarded the Tightening Curse."

"Wukong, I understand. The Guanyin Temple will be consecrated tomorrow. You should go to bed early."

Yuan Hong stopped and asked teasingly, "Master, are you really having an affair with Guanyin Bodhisattva, just like Long Shisi said?"

Zhao Shanhe sternly reprimanded: "Sun Wukong, you want to eat grass too."

After Yuan Hong left, a woman appeared in Zhao Shanhe's room. This person was none other than Guanyin Bodhisattva. She said, "This dead monkey has good eyesight."

Zhao Shanhe teased, "Avalokitesvara, we are acting openly and honestly, what is there to be afraid of? Perhaps you have some thoughts about me?"

Guanyin Bodhisattva said cunningly: "Xuanzang, what is your intention in trying so hard to please me?"

Zhao Shanhe said seriously, "I want to have an affair with you. It's just a joke, Bodhisattva, please don't take it seriously. After Tianpeng left, Gao Village was left without anyone to protect it."

"Xuanzang, are you so sure that Tianpeng will accompany you to obtain the scriptures?"

"Avalokitesvara, Tianpeng has been put under a tight spell. Does he have the right to object?"