Chaos Spirit Field

The Xuanming Ancestral Witch hurriedly left with the seriously injured Xiangliu. Zhao Shanhe looked at Yang Nianhe, his face full of sadness and helplessness. He sighed and said, "Yang Nianhe, I have a piece of advice for you. Resign your position and return to Yaochi, so as not to bring about a fatal disaster."

After hearing this, Yang Nianhe's eyes flashed with stubbornness and determination. He said, "Zhao Shanhe, even if you saved me, don't even think about me calling you dad. For the rest of my life! It's none of your business to meddle in my affairs."

Zhao Shanhe frowned slightly, looked deeply at Yang Nianhe, and said in a firm yet somewhat helpless tone, "Yang Nianhe, after the journey to the West, I will give your mother an explanation. You can take care of yourself. Bajie, hand over the pearl and let him take it away. If there is a next time, we can replace someone else in the team."

Zhu Bajie knew the reason why Zhao Shanhe was angry. Just now, Sun Wukong wanted to save Yang Nianhe, but he stopped him. At this moment, he knelt on the ground trembling, crying, "Thank you for your mercy, Master. I know I was wrong."

Zhao Shanhe frowned and said, "Get up."

Zhu Bajie quickly stood up and handed the pearl to Yang Nianhe, who took the pearl and left without looking back.

Zhao Shanhe bowed to an empty spot and said, "Xuanzang greets the Goddess Nuwa."

Nuwa, her hiding place exposed, revealed her true form. She teased, "Xuanzang, your nose is even sharper than Roaring Sky Dog's. You've discovered me again."

Zhao Shanhe smiled and replied, "Thank you, Lady Nuwa. Your nose is quite sharp. You can find me wherever I go."

Nuwa was stunned for a moment, then said coldly, "Xuanzang, I'm itching to fight you."

Zhao Shanhe shook his head and said, "Nuwa, you're bullying the weak. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't fight with a woman. If you're itching to fight, why not let my wife fight you a few moves? The road to the underworld is open, please, Nuwa."

Nuwa was speechless. Going to the underworld to fight Hou Tu Niangniang, wasn't that just asking for trouble? She said, "I'll come and settle the score with you after the catastrophe is over."

"No problem. When the time comes, I will definitely accompany you to a hearty battle and send off the Goddess Nuwa."

Nuwa said cunningly, "Xuanzang, when did I ever say I was leaving?"

Zhao Shanhe said to Long Shisi, "Long Shisi, the matter of Bibotan is over, why don't you turn into a white horse? Wukong, Bajie, and Sha Wujing, it's time for us to set off."

Long Shisi asked doubtfully, "Master, where are we going?"

"The Great Leiyin Temple in the Western Heaven."

"Master, shouldn't we return to Baozhu Country and build the Guanyin Monastery?"

"The pearl has been found. How dare the Zhao Company deceive me? Guanyin Bodhisattva will take care of the Guanyin Monastery. You've been talking too much nonsense. Let's go."

Nuwa looked at Zhao Shanhe's departing back and became confused. Before this, she guessed that Zhao Zilong and Xuanzang were the same person, but now she felt that she was wrong. It seemed that no one except a saint could defeat the avatar of the ancestor witch.

The battle at Bibotan had shocked the Three Realms. Xiangliu, whom even Yang Jian couldn't defeat, was easily defeated by Zhao Shanhe, forcing even the Ancestral Shaman Xuanming to avoid him. Furthermore, with the revelations of his previous victory over Lu Ya, this Buddhist pilgrim seemed unlike Tang Sanzang in Journey to the West; he seemed absurdly powerful.

When the Dragon King of the West Sea learned what happened in Bibotan, he felt extremely regretful. He wished he had allowed the little white dragon to go with him to obtain the scriptures.

Time flies. Over a decade had passed since Zhao Shanhe's pilgrimage, and he was less than halfway to the west. One day, Sun Wukong returned from gathering information and said, "Master, I discovered a city 500 miles ahead. It's shrouded in fog and looks rather eerie. Should we go around it?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Wukong, you're asking unnecessary questions. What's coming will eventually come, and you can't avoid it even if you want to. Even if it's a dangerous place, you have to go through it."

Long Shisi said, "Master, what city is this, Senior Brother? Why don't you seem to want to go there?"

Zhao Shanhe replied, "The city Wukong saw is the Daughter City. There's a powerful being inside, and even this master can't get away with it. Don't cause trouble, especially Long Shisi. Shut up. And remember not to drink from the Mother and Child River."

Long Shisi asked, "Master, can the water from the Zimu River really make a woman pregnant?"

Zhao Shanhe teased, "Not only women, but even you can get pregnant. The water of the Zimu River is also called the Water of Creation. Although it is no longer among the six divine waters, it is the most important of the four miraculous waters."

Long Shisi became interested and said, "Master, since I have nothing to do, could you please tell me what the Four Great Wonders of Water are? It would also broaden my horizons."

Zhao Shanhe said, "Master, I'll tell you about these four wondrous waters. First up is the Zimu River, also known as the Water of Creation, which originates from the heavens beyond. Legend has it that the goddess Nuwa created humans by mixing this water with loess. She then molded the clay into a human, becoming a saint. The remaining water was poured out in front of the Daughter City, without worrying about polluting the environment. Second, the saint's tears, also known as the Tears of the Goddess Nuwa, are said to have been shed when the ancient demon court was destroyed and Fuxi died. The exact effect of this, I guess only she knows."

Long Shisi asked, "Master, even saints can shed tears."

Zhao Shanhe said earnestly, "Nuwa is also a human being. Her husband and her people are dead. Do you think she should cry?"

"It is indeed time to shed tears. The tears of other saints are not called saintly tears."

"Men don't shed tears easily. Other saints are also men, they swallow their tears. During the Conferred God War, the disciples of Jiejiao died or fled. As for whether Tongtian Patriarch cried or not, only he himself knows."

Upon hearing this, Nuwa couldn't help but laugh out loud, revealing her true form. She said, "Xuanzang, monks don't tell lies. How could I not remember using water from the Zimu River when I molded the clay to create man? Who told you that? Tongtian Patriarch and I are crying."

Zhao Shanhe stroked his bald head and jokingly said, "Nuwa, could it be that I guessed wrong? I always thought you were compassionate, but I didn't expect you to be so hard-hearted."

Nuwa said, "Xuanzang, a saint cannot be deceived."

Zhao Shanhe replied, "Nuwa, even ants have their privacy. If you're truly bored, why not go to Yuxu Palace and investigate Zhao Zilong? I think he has a serious problem, as he was able to escape the calculations of the Xiantian Bagua."

Nuwa said cunningly, "Xuanzang, I think your problem is even bigger."

"I am a child of destiny, born to fate. I live under the watchful eyes of a saint every day, with my every move closely monitored. I can definitely withstand any test. I have a premonition that Zhao Zilong may bring disaster to the Three Realms. I am not exaggerating. I hope that Goddess Nuwa will save the people of the Three Realms."