Chapter 61 (Second Update) "Zhu Bao'e, where..."
Meanwhile, the Holy Infant King abducted Tang Sanzang and returned directly to the Banana Cave on Mount Cuiyun.
He revealed his true form, looking about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a tall and slender build.
Her face was as white as powder, her lips as red as rouge. Her eyes were as bright as stars, and her eyebrows as sharp as if cut by a knife.
This young man wielded a ten-foot-long fire-tipped spear, displaying his imposing manner with great arrogance and a chilling aura.
He dragged Tang Sanzang into the cave, where they bumped into a little demon and asked, "Where is Mother?"
The little demon replied, "Grandma has gone out to enjoy herself."
The Holy Infant asked, "Has the Great King returned?"
"No, no. Grandma recently received a letter saying that the eldest king is still at Jilei Mountain, drinking with that Jade-Faced King."
The Holy Infant pushed Tang Sanzang forward: "Go, strip this monk of his clothes, wash him clean, tie him up tightly with rope, and steam him when they return!"
Tears welled in Sanzang's eyes as he cursed him, "You vile demon! I was trying to save you, how could you deceive and harm me, and now you're even trying to humiliate me?"
The Holy Infant King laughed and said, "Old monk, stop shouting! If you believed in your disciple, why would I have captured you? Leaving you with a complete corpse is enough to repay your kindness."
He first sent someone to summon Princess Iron Fan, and then arranged for several lesser demons to go to Mount Jilei to call the Bull Demon King, so that they could eat Tang Sanzang together.
Before long, the two little demons burst into the cave, shouting, "Great King, the Great King is back!"
The Holy Infant King was overjoyed: "You are all very nimble; you brought them back in just a short while."
He ordered all the lesser demons to greet the Bull Demon King, then straightened his clothes, stepped forward, knelt down, and said, "Father, your son bows in greeting."
Little did he know that the little demon had not invited the Bull Demon King at all, but rather a Bao'e in disguise.
But this Holy Infant King had just transformed into a seven or eight-year-old child. Now that he had returned to his original form, he looked like a young man. Bao'e didn't recognize him at all when she first saw him.
She said blankly, "Don't worship me, why would I be looking for the Holy Infant King?"
Sun Wukong was so flustered that he kept pricking her with his tail needles, whimpering, "You idiot! He is the true form of the Holy Infant King, where else are you going to look for him!"
"Ouch!" She covered her ears.
The Holy Infant King hadn't quite reacted yet and asked in confusion, "What did Father say?"
Bao'e, having regained her composure, saw him still kneeling and was overjoyed, thinking: "Good child, good child!" She bowed to him as soon as they met.
She didn't respond, but sat down in a chair with a serious expression.
The infant, having received no reply for a long time, looked up at her and said, "Father, things are a bit strange today. First you said some things that I couldn't understand, and now you're not saying a word."
She managed to hold back, cleared her throat, and cursed, "You little beast, you're so ignorant, you've caused me so much trouble."
The infant monster was scolded by her and said in alarm, "Father, what are you saying? I did not cause any trouble."
"You didn't say that, so don't talk back. Think about it carefully!" Bao'e, putting on the airs of a queen, had several little demons massage her shoulders and back, making her feel very comfortable.
The infant was terrified, unaware of the trouble he had caused.
Some time ago, the Bull Demon King asked him to guard the Six Hundred Li Drill Mountain, but he refused.
He said loudly, "Father, are you angry about guarding Mount Hao? To be honest, Father, that kind of small place is not very useful. Let two little demons go and inquire first. It's not too late to go after I've eaten Tang Sanzang's flesh."
Bao'e didn't quite understand.
She stared straight at him and said only, "Think about it again."
The Holy Infant King pondered deeply.
Bao'e still wanted to play tricks on him, but the Monkey King didn't have the patience and urged her repeatedly.
Helpless, she said, "My son, I heard from that little demon who brought the message that you tied up Tang Sanzang?"
The Holy Infant said, "That's right!"
The bee stung her again.
She slapped her ear and said, “My son, don’t cause trouble. Quickly release that Tang Monk, and have each of his disciples kowtow three times to avoid disaster.”
The Holy Infant rose and sneered, "How can Father boost others' prestige while crushing my own? So what if he has a few disciples? I fear no one!"
Bao'e suddenly became dazed and nodded: "Good, good, good! You little beast, you've never suffered any hardship, so you're not afraid of heaven and earth."
She reached out her hand: "Bring me the whip."
Then a little demon presented a soft whip.
The Holy Infant King became suspicious: His father had always indulged him and never spoken harshly to him, so why was he scolding him repeatedly today and even whipping him?
He suddenly said, “Father, please sit down. I’ll go pour some tea. Even if you’re giving a lecture, don’t strain your voice.”
Bao'e nodded repeatedly: "Good son, handsome and considerate, truly a good son."
The holy infant turned and left the cave, asking the little demon who brought the news where he had found the Great King.
The little demon said, "We hadn't gone far when we bumped into Grandpa King."
"Where is Father's golden-eyed beast?"
"But I didn't see it."
The Holy Infant thought to himself: This is a disaster! The old king on that throne is probably someone else in disguise.
He turned and went into the cave.
Bao'e asked him, "Why do I only see people, but no tea?"
The Holy Infant King smiled and said, "We just fetched water, and we still need to boil it."
"No rush, no rush," Bao'e urged. "Bring Tang Sanzang here first, so I can see what kind of monk he is."
“Father, the monk is still washing. Before we take him away, I have another matter to ask you.”
"you say."
"I recently met Mr. Zhang Daoling. He asked me when I was born, but I can't quite remember. I hope Father can tell me so that if I meet him again, I can ask him to calculate my fate."
Wukong, who had just placed a pin behind Bao'e's ear, thought to himself, "This is bad. He doesn't even know the birthday of this Bull Saint Infant. How could Wu Miao possibly know?"
Just as he was about to reveal his true form, Bao'e suddenly sighed, "Your fate is too poor."
The infant prince asked in bewilderment, "Why do you say that, Father?"
Bao'e: "If he calculates your fate, will you obey him? If he says you shouldn't cultivate this skill, what will you do? If he tells you to leave your parents in order to cultivate your mind and become a saint, what will you do then?"
These words filled the infant saint with shame.
But his suspicions remained, and he was about to press for answers when a little demon announced, "Your Majesty, Grandma has returned."
The Holy Infant quickly turned away and went out to greet him.
Bao'e panicked and whispered to Wukong, "Oh no, oh no, my wife is back! Brother, what should we do? What should we do? Although I have the ability to recognize sons, I've never had a wife before."
“Fool, stop shouting! That’s the Bull Demon King’s wife, how did she become yours?” the pilgrim said. “I asked the local earth god, and the Bull Demon King’s wife is named Princess Iron Fan, also known as Rakshasa. She has a banana leaf fan in her hand. If you have the ability, take that banana leaf fan with you, so that you can put out the fire of the Flaming Mountain.”
Unexpectedly, upon hearing this person's name, Bao'e suddenly stood up and murmured, "It's time."
Wukong asked her, "What time is it?"
"It's time to go home."
The traveler buzzed at her, "You wicked demon, you haven't even saved your master yet, why are you already going home!"
Bao'e frowned and said, "Brother, you've made things so difficult for me. What kind of person is that Rakshasa woman? She's not easy to deal with."
"Do you perhaps know her?"
“Brother, you are related to the Bull Demon King, and I am also an old acquaintance of this Rakshasa woman.”
It turns out that she knew Princess Iron Fan even before she became an immortal.
The Iron Fan Immortal was older than her, but had a fiery temper and often challenged her to duels. Whether she was dozing off or eating and playing, he would drag her along to brandish weapons, tormenting her quite a bit.
Only after she passed away did their contact cease.
Bao'e was somewhat intimidated by her and got up to leave.
Before she could even leave the cave, she ran into Rakshasa head-on.
She was a woman dressed in a brocade robe with cloud-patterned hair and her hair styled in a cloud-like bun.
The Rakshasa took her hand and said, "Your Majesty, is the Jade-Faced King of Mount Jilei still well?"
Bao'e had no idea who the Jade-Faced King was, and mumbled, "It's alright, it's alright."
The Rakshasa asked, "And what about Your Majesty?"
Bao'e tensed up: "It's alright, it's alright."
Bao'e kept her head down and said, "It's alright, it's alright."
Rakshasa opened her eyes and looked at her, then suddenly sneered: "Your Majesty only went to Jilei Mountain once, how come you have become so honest and docile? You look somewhat familiar."
Before Bao'e could respond, she suddenly drew her two swords and slashed at Bao'e's head.
Startled, Bao'e transformed into her true form, raised her rake to parry, and cried out in alarm, "You cunning scoundrel, why didn't you utter a sound before attacking me with your sword!"
The traveler also transformed into his original form, brandishing his staff and laughing, "Sister-in-law, you have a good eye; you recognize my junior sister."
Unexpectedly, both of them were present, which made the Rakshasa somewhat flustered.
She didn't linger in the fight. When she saw that the Holy Infant was about to fight Wukong with his Fire-Tipped Spear, she suddenly took out a banana leaf fan, waved it, and with a gust of cold wind, the traveler disappeared without a trace.
Bao'e was greatly alarmed when she saw the traveler being blown away by her fan, his fate unknown.
She immediately concealed her fierce expression and said, "Good sister, I wasn't scolding you just now. I just haven't eaten in a long time, and my mouth was a little itchy, so I was just stretching it out. Sister, you go and talk to your child. I'll be going now."
She turned to leave.
The Rakshasa sneered, "Zhu Bao'e, where are you going?"
Seeing that you are at home, I also feel homesick and am about to go home.
“Men,” Rakshasa said, “tie her up!”
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