Chapter 55 (Second Update) It doesn't satisfy my craving, but it also...
Inside the Linggan Temple, there was an eerie silence.
After the old man from the Chen family finished his worship and kowtowed, he returned to his residence, leaving only Wukong and Bao'e, each sitting on a plate.
Suddenly, Bao'e said, "Brother, let's go."
Wukong asked her, "Where are you going?"
"Whether it's the Chen family's house or any other residence, I'm a little sleepy and need to take a nap."
"You idiot, you're talking nonsense again. The fairy hasn't come, why are you going to sleep?"
“Brother, do you really want to become meat on a demon’s plate?” Bao’e said. “You can pluck two hairs and turn them into two children for him. He won’t recognize them and will just eat them in one bite. Why do you really need to go into his belly?”
The pilgrim said, "If we don't subdue the demon this year and just use some tricks to fool him, he will cause trouble again next year."
"Come again next year."
"Next year comes, but what about the year after?"
"Come again the year after next."
"Wouldn't that mean it would take thousands or tens of thousands of years?"
“Good, good, good!” Bao’e said, “From now on, Chen Family Village will be peaceful, and the demon will have no worries about food.”
Just as the traveler was about to speak, he suddenly heard the sound of wind, followed by a fragrant scent.
“The monster is here,” he said. “Wumiao, do not speak, I will speak to him.”
Bao'e listened attentively, remaining motionless as if she were a stone statue.
Just then, a demon appeared.
The demon was handsome.
Her eyes shone like bright stars, and her teeth were sharp like serrated edges.
His body was surrounded by swirling mist and clouds, and his presence exuded a menacing aura.
The pilgrim glanced at Bao'e, saw that her expression was normal, and then looked away.
Just then, another person entered through the door.
He was also a man, with long, black hair and a pale, stark face.
His eyebrows and eyes were sinister, and his blue-indigo pupils were as black as ink.
He was taller than the man in front of him, with a wasp waist and a broad back. He carried a knife across his back, pressing down on the Linggan Temple like a dark cloud.
The one leading the charge was none other than the King of Inspiration.
He asked, "Which family is holding the ceremony this year?"
The traveler smiled and said, "It is indeed the family of Chen Cheng and Chen Qing."
The Great King of Inspiration thought to himself that this boy was quite bold. In the past, he would have been scared to death long ago. How could he answer so fluently and even put on such a smiling face?
He dared not approach and asked, "What is your name?"
"The boy Chen Guanbao, the girl Yichengjin."
The Great King of Inspiration grew even more suspicious and dared not eat him easily. He then said to the person behind him, "Cang Shuo, you used to be a lone wolf, and now you have just become a disciple. You do not know how dangerous it is outside. Let me teach you. Go and smell the scent of those young boys and girls."
Cang Shuo remained silent and stepped forward.
He went to the traveler first, bowed, and seemed to be smelling him.
He suddenly moved closer, and Bao'e, seeing his handsome appearance, couldn't help but stare at him intently.
Ever since leaving the Western Liang Women's Kingdom, she had been celibate for a year and a half, and often felt an unbearable itch in her heart.
Just looking at him a few more times right now will satisfy my craving, if not my heart.
The traveler saw this and suddenly laughed: "He's a man-eating demon, what do you think of him?"
Bao'e said, "Brother, he has never eaten a person before."
The traveler gave a slight, cold laugh: "Yet you possess a kind heart that can distinguish right from wrong."
Bao'e nodded: "That's right, that's right, we shouldn't let good people be wronged."
After saying that, Cang Shuo suddenly glanced at her sideways.
It was a truly cold and empty gaze, which made Bao'e hurriedly say, "There is a rule that we should eat the boys first, then the girls. Don't look at me, eat him instead."
At the temple gate, the Great King of Inspiration said, "This girl is not honest. Smell her. If she is palatable, then eat her first."
The monster then moved in front of Bao'e.
He bent down and smelled it again.
Good Bao'e hugged her legs tightly, not daring to move an inch.
But suddenly, Cang Shuo picked her up in his arms.
Bao'e was terrified and struggled wildly: "Don't eat me, don't eat me, eat him first! His flesh is tender, my skin and flesh, exposed to the wind and sun, are not tasty, not tasty!"
The monster didn't open its mouth, nor did it care about her struggles. It simply held her with one arm and took out a stone from its bosom with the other hand, handing it to her.
When Bao'e saw this, she cursed, "You vicious and wicked demon, you can eat people all you want, but do you expect me to smash your head open with this stone and then let you eat me? You think you can bully me just because I'm small? My child, don't you know your grandma can transform!"
As she spoke, she revealed her true form.
The demon didn't let go of her; he still held her tightly with one arm.
And because Bao'e suddenly came close to him, his body stiffened slightly, and his arms tensed up even more.
Bao'e, dragging her rake, pressed herself against him, arm to arm, and suddenly became dazed, saying, "Brother, if you don't let me go, I can't use the rake properly."
Whether the demon understood or not, it released its grip.
She then raised her rake to strike him.
The demon used a knife to block.
The pilgrim also revealed his true form, taking out the golden cudgel from his ear, shaking it, and it became as thick as a bowl.
He fixed his gaze on the Inspiration King at the door and struck him with his stick.
The king, who was unarmed, struck the man's golden armor with a club, knocking off several scales.
The two demons flew up to the clouds one after the other, and the Great King Linggan shouted angrily, "Who are you, daring to ruin my incense offerings!"
The pilgrim cursed, "You scoundrel, are you blind? We are the ones escorting the holy monk to the Western Paradise to retrieve the scriptures. You demon, how dare you impersonate a deity? You deserve to die!"
As he spoke, he raised his stick to strike him, and Bao'e followed suit, raising her rake as well.
The Great King of Inspiration, unarmed, dared not fight the two of them and immediately transformed into a whirlwind and vanished.
The remaining one, Cang Shuo, held his knife but didn't make a move; he just stared at the two of them with a gloomy expression.
The Great Sage was a belligerent killer, and since the demon didn't move, he couldn't very well raise his staff.
Bao'e couldn't bear to hurt that face.
The three looked at each other in bewilderment. Finally, the traveler plucked a hair from his head and conjured a rope to bind him.
He added, “Wumiao, just now that Linggan King claimed this demon was his disciple. Let’s take him back and find out what kind of background Linggan is. We’ll figure out how to cross the river tomorrow morning.”
“Alright, alright!” Bao’e nodded. “Let’s bring back a demon, so that Master won’t scold us for talking nonsense.”
"That's right, that's right."
Bao'e was overjoyed to see the demon tightly bound by ropes, his chest bulging.
She said, "Brother, let me help him. He ate a full meal tonight, but he has a lot of energy that he doesn't know how to use."
The pilgrim sneered: "Wumiao, don't let your lustful thoughts get the better of you. If that old monk finds out, he'll definitely expel you, and then even I, Old Sun, won't be able to protect you."
"I know, I know," Bao'e scolded him. "Senior brother, don't tease me. Do you think I'm so unreasonable?"
The two of them argued and bickered all the way back to the Chen family home.
The traveler recounted how he had driven away the monster, and the two elders of the Chen family were overjoyed. Seeing that the two were leading a monster, they hurriedly asked why.
He said, “Grandpa, don’t worry. He’s a demon too. My junior sister and I captured him to find out the truth about the Great King of Inspiration. Don’t be afraid. Just arrange accommodations so that your master can get some rest for the night.”
The two elders agreed and immediately ordered the servants to clean the side room.
Sanzang then went to rest, Sha Wujing tended the horse, and Wukong and Bao'e led Cangshuo to the woodshed so they could inquire after him.
But it was unclear whether the demon was mute or deaf; no matter how the pilgrim interrogated him, he did not utter a single word.
Sun Wukong was so angry that he flew into a rage, wishing he could take his staff and beat the demon to death.
Bao'e laughed and said, "Brother, don't be angry. You are good at capturing demons, but you don't have the skill of interrogation. I will do it. Back in the Milky Way, when there were sailors who made mistakes, I often interrogated them too."
The Great Sage said, “My dear sister, I will not argue with you. I simply do not have the patience for that.”
Bao'e then stepped forward to look at Cang Shuo, who was tied up in the corner.
But he had disheveled black hair, a sinister expression, a pale face and red lips, and looked just like a ghost crawling out of the water.
He didn't utter a single word from beginning to end, only staring at the two of them with his narrow eyes, as if he wanted to devour them.
Bao'e asked, "You wicked demon, let me ask you, does that Great King Linggan have a place to live, and what is his background?"
The monster remained silent.
Bao'e said, "Good disciple, good disciple, you would rather die than not protect your master. If my master saw you, his tears would probably be more than the water in the Tongtian River."
She kept nodding, muttering incessantly, and then stepped forward, pinching his chin with one hand.
The traveler asked, "Wumiao, what's wrong with you?"
Bao'e: "Senior brother, I just want to see if there is any damage to his mouth. If he is mute, wouldn't it be a waste to ruin a good person?"
The traveler also found it reasonable.
Bao'e then pried open his mouth, revealing a row of white, silver-like teeth and a tongue that was faintly visible.
The strange creature seemed unaware of her intentions, frowning slightly as it watched her, making a strange sound in its throat.
Good Bao'e, without hesitation, pressed down on his tongue and then hit his throat with her other hand.
Cang Shuo coughed, and his tongue trembled, but her fingertips pressed down on it, grinding out a slightly sour and numb sensation.
“Isn’t he a dead tongue? How come he doesn’t know how to speak?” Bao’e said, tracing the tip of his tongue and scraping his palate with her finger bones, causing a tingling sensation.
The monster could not withstand such torment. It immediately began to pant and its breathing became slightly tight, and a faint blush rose on its pale face.
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