Chaos Spirit Field

After Sha Wujing's return, the group heading west was complete, and they set out on their journey again. Sun Wukong, the team's scout, was still in charge of exploring the way. Although he was an imposter and lacked the somersault cloud, his flying skills were still the best among the three. He returned from gathering information and said to Zhao Shanhe, "Master, I've discovered a manor five hundred miles ahead that looks a bit unusual."

Upon hearing this, Zhu Bajie perked up immediately. He said, "Big Brother, according to Journey to the West, we just received Monk Sha in the Flowing Sand River, and now it's time for the Four Saints to test my Zen heart. Master, what do you think, should I go and try to win the celestial marriage?"

Zhao Shanhe glared at him and said unhappily, "Bajie, it's better to have no books than to believe blindly in them. If there really is a match made in heaven, it will be my master who will step in, not you!"

Everyone chatted and laughed as they walked along, and soon they arrived in front of the manor. Zhao Shanhe went forward and knocked on the door. A voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Zhao Shanhe said loudly, "I, the poor monk Xuanzang, have come from the Great Zhou Dynasty to the Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Heaven to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. I am passing by your precious place and it is getting dark. I would like to stay here for one night. I wonder if you, the benefactor, could make it convenient for me?"

After a while, the door opened, revealing a kind-looking face belonging to an elderly woman. She looked Zhao Shanhe up and down and slowly said, "Monk, there are only women in my house, no men. It's really inconvenient for me to take you in. Please find another place."

"I apologize for the intrusion. I will take my leave now."

Zhao Shanhe turned and mounted his horse, preparing to leave. The old woman, not expecting the other party to act out of character, quickly called out, "Monk, it looks like it's going to rain. I don't think you're a bad person, so I'll let you stay for one night."

Zhao Shanhe turned around, dismounted, and said with a smile, "Thank you, benefactor. I have three disciples whose appearances are somewhat different from those of ordinary people. I wonder if you would be willing to take them in."

The old woman hesitated for a moment, but nodded and said, "Okay, as long as they don't cause any trouble."

"Wukong, Bajie, and Sha Seng, come here and say hello to the donor." Zhao Shanhe shouted.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie and Sha Wujing walked over and bowed to the old woman.

The old woman smiled and nodded in welcome. Then, the group entered the manor. Just as Long Shisi was about to speak, Zhao Shanhe suddenly said, "Little Shisi, you'd better shut up. The people in this manor are not easy to mess with. If something is missing from your body, this master can't do anything."

When Long Shisi heard this, he felt a chill in his crotch and quickly shut his mouth in fear.

As night fell, Zhao Shanhe lay in bed, ready to sleep, when the old woman came over and said, "Master Xuanzang, are you asleep? I want to talk to you about something. Are you free?"

Zhao Shanhe sighed helplessly and sat up. He really didn't want to cooperate with the performance, but he had no choice. So he said, "Donor, please wait a moment. I will get up right away."

Zhu Bajie said from the next room, "Big Brother, Junior Brother Sha, who do you think the Master will choose as his wife?"

Sha Monk said, "Second Brother, in Journey to the West, only Guanyin Bodhisattva is a woman. Does our master have any other options?"

Zhao Shanhe put on his clothes and opened the door. He asked, "Donor, I wonder what you want from me?"

The old woman said, "Monk, it's not convenient to talk here. Can you please excuse me?"

"Donor, it's not good for a man and a woman to be alone in the middle of the night."

"Monk, are you afraid that I will eat you?"

Having said that, Zhao Shanhe knew he couldn't hide anymore, so he could only bite the bullet and follow the old woman. The two of them came to a room with three beautiful women inside, each of them as beautiful as a flower.

They were dressed in gorgeous clothes and had charming smiles on their faces, which made people fall in love with them. The old woman smiled and said to Zhao Shanhe, "Xuanzang, these are my three daughters, Zhenzhen, Aiai, and Lianlian. They are all adults now, but still unmarried. I see that you are handsome and have an extraordinary appearance. I would like to recruit you as my son-in-law. What do you think?"

Zhao Shanhe's lips curled up slightly, a hint of a half-smile on his face. He whispered, "Nuwa, please don't play such a joke on ethics. One of these is my daughter, and the other is my aunt. Only Guanyin Bodhisattva seems suitable for me. She's a Buddhist, and it seems you can't make the decision."

When the old woman and the three women heard what Zhao Shanhe said, their faces changed slightly. They knew that their identities had been exposed, so they no longer disguised themselves and all changed back to their original appearance.

Nuwa smiled at Zhao Shanhe, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. She asked, "Xuanzang, how did you see through us?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled faintly and replied, "There's no one living here for a thousand miles, and the sudden appearance of a manor is bound to arouse suspicion. I've also studied Journey to the West. The Flowing Sand River accepted Sha Monk, and now it's time for the Four Saints to ask about Zen. Zhu Bajie even argued about a celestial marriage earlier. Besides, who in a respectable family would let my three disciples stay overnight? Wouldn't that be like inviting a wolf into the house?"

Nuwa said, "What I'm asking is how you figured out the identities of my three daughters."

"Beauty can be recognized by her scent. The fragrance of Guanyin Bodhisattva and my aunt is in vain, even if I change my identity again. As for the remaining person, although I have never met him, we are related by blood. He must be my relative. It must be Zhao Yunxiao, the child of Mingyue and me. I was the one who gave him this name."

Nuwa scolded with a smile, "Xuanzang, your nose is more sensitive than Roaring Sky Dog."

Zhao Shanhe replied modestly, "Thank you for the compliment, Lady Nuwa. I have also taken note of your fragrance."

"What scent does this deity have?"

"I can't describe it, I can only think of the word 'desire'. It's not hard to understand why Emperor Xin wrote a poem at the Nuwa Temple."

Nuwa looked a little embarrassed and did not continue the topic. She said, "Xuanzang, should I call you Zhao Shanhe or Zhao Zilong?

Zhao Shanhe said self-deprecatingly, "Now there's only Xuanzang. Zhao Shanhe is my past life. As for Zhao Zilong, he's my sworn brother. If I had his abilities, I wouldn't be such a coward and become a Buddhist monk."

"I feel that you two have many similarities. How do you explain it?"

"Nuwa, I was hunted by Wen Zhong in the world of immortal cultivation and was hit by the all-seeing Dharma Eye. My soul almost dissipated. I survived by relying on the Buddha seal I got by chance. Finally, I was brought to Haojing City by Zhao Zilong and became a little monk in Jinshan Temple by chance. When I was in the world of immortal cultivation, I once thought that I was the protagonist of the world. Not only did I receive the favor of the two reincarnations of great powers, but my strength was unmatched. In the end, it was all for the success of Zhao Zilong. He is the son of destiny, and I am just his stepping stone." Zhao Shanhe said with a sad face.