Yang Chan couldn't believe it, but the reality was right in front of her.
The seven fairies really did marry the same person.
Seven women sharing one husband... wait, no, why are there nine women?
Yang Chan took a closer look and realized that this was the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers.
Could it be...? Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
But she still asked the question that had been bothering her: "Cousin Zi'er, could it be that the Flower Fairy is also one of your sisters?"
“That’s right, the Fairy of a Hundred Flowers is also my husband’s Daoist partner.”
Zi'er answered very frankly.
The other fairies all looked on as if it were perfectly normal.
Yang Chan was stunned once again.
But immediately, she sensed something was amiss: "Then this mortal..."
Zi'er introduced, "This is my husband's concubine, Princess Chang Le of the Tang Dynasty, Li Lizhi."
Li Lizhi's gaze was defiant, and a confident smile played on her lips. She didn't think she was any less than a so-called fairy.
Murong Fu smiled and said, "Cousin Yang Chan, you are the cousin of Hong'er and Zi'er, so you are also my cousin. Since it's our first meeting, I'd like to give you a gift."
"A gift?"
Yang Chan was curious about what gift this Heavenly Emperor of Law Enforcement would give her.
Murong Fu broke off a peach branch, casually branded it, and then refined it with his sword intent, turning the peach branch into the shape of a peach wood sword.
Murong Fu solemnly handed her the peach wood sword and said:
"This sword is imprinted with my divine consciousness. If you swing it with all your might, you can unleash my full power. At the same time, I will also know the situation on your side and will definitely come to save you in time."
Although Yang Chan didn't think she would have the opportunity to use this sword, since Murong Fu gave it to her, she accepted it. At least it was a kind of foundation that could enhance her ability to protect herself.
"Thank you, brother-in-law."
Yang Chan's voice was very gentle, just like her personality—gentle and tender, like a spring breeze.
"You're welcome."
Murong Fu smiled slightly and asked, "By the way, cousin, do you know about Tang Sanzang's journey to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"
"I've heard a little about it." Yang Chan nodded first, then shook her head: "But this matter concerns the Heavenly Court and Western Buddhism, so I haven't paid attention to it."
Murong Fu invited, "I'm quite interested. I wonder if my cousin has any free time? Would you like to come with us to take a look? It would be a good way to relieve some boredom."
Yang Chan really wanted to say, "I'm not bored. I have a lot of things to do, like reading."
But before she could answer, Zi'er smiled and said, "Cousin, you've been on Mount Hua for hundreds of years, haven't you? Why don't you come with us and take a walk around?"
"Absolutely, absolutely."
Qing'er echoed.
Hong'er also said, "Cousin Chan'er, you may not know, but in that westward journey group, there was a monkey demon named Sun Wukong, who once fought your second brother Yang Jian to a standstill."
"Really? Then I'll go with you to take a look."
Yang Chan originally had no intention of leaving, but upon hearing that it was related to her second brother, she immediately became interested.
"Alright, alright, let's go then."
Hong'er and Zi'er each took one of Yang Chan's arms and rode away on a cloud.
The rest of the people followed closely behind.
Murong Fu, with Baihua Fairy and Li Lizhi in his arms, flew at the very back.
...
They say it's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early.
When they found the pilgrimage team, Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong were just going through the ordeal at Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.
The White Dragon, the third son of Ao Run, the Dragon King of the West Sea, ate Tang Sanzang's horse.
"My horse!"
Tang Sanzang shouted anxiously.
With his delicate skin and tender flesh, if he didn't have this white horse, how long would it take him to reach the Western Paradise on foot alone!
"Master, step back! Watch me stir up this stream and let that demon dragon come out to die!"
Sun Wukong smiled sinisterly, flew to the sky above Eagle's Sorrow Gorge, took out his golden cudgel, transformed it into the shape of the Sea-Stabilizing Needle, and stirred it into Eagle's Sorrow Gorge.
Instantly.
The earth shook and the streams flowed backward.
The little white dragon had no choice but to fly out of the ravine.
"Moo!!"
The little white dragon bared its teeth and brandished its claws, which gleamed with a cold light, and suddenly swung them.
"You're asking for it!"
Sun Wukong sneered and slammed his staff into the dragon's claw.
boom!
The white dragon was sent flying backwards, crashing into several mountain peaks.
His eyes were red and bloodshot, and his claws went limp.
"Spare me!"
The White Dragon immediately transformed into human form, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly, saying, "It was the compassionate Bodhisattva Guanyin who commanded me to wait here quietly for the pilgrims."
Sun Wukong pointed his golden cudgel at the little white dragon and sneered, "Did that Bodhisattva ever tell you to eat my master's white horse?"
The little white dragon looked embarrassed and said, "I've been starving for years, and I just couldn't hold back anymore."
"Very well, very well. I, Old Sun, have been starving for five hundred years and haven't eaten dragon meat in a long time. Today, I'll have to trouble you to take off one of your legs."
Sun Wukong said jokingly, and then broke one of the White Dragon's legs.
In an instant.
The golden cudgel was swung with thunderous force.
The little white dragon was so frightened that he turned pale and collapsed to the ground.
But the golden cudgel stopped an inch from his forehead and did not actually strike him.
"Enough! You impudent monkey!"
A majestic voice echoed from the horizon.
The little white dragon, terrified, kowtowed repeatedly, crying out, "Great Bodhisattva Guanyin, save me!"
Sun Wukong gazed indifferently at the horizon.
He knew all along that Guanyin Bodhisattva would appear.
That swing was with all my might.
If Guanyin hadn't stopped him, he would have actually eaten dragon meat.
If it is stopped, it means that Guanyin Bodhisattva has been secretly observing all along.
It's now confirmed that the so-called Journey to the West was a joke.
All the gods and Buddhas in the heavens are watching in secret, yet they expect a mere monkey to protect Tang Sanzang? It's a joke!
Are all the gods and Buddhas in the sky made of clay?
Couldn't even protect a mere Tang Sanzang?
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