Chapter 619
Master is in trouble!
Sun Wukong was taken aback.
Tang Sanzang raised his head, his usually gentle and refined eyes now bloodshot, but a twisted smile appeared on his lips: "Junior brother is having a hard time carrying this pregnancy, so let him... take the picture."
Pigsy was in so much pain that he was delirious, but upon hearing this, he actually raised his hand and started slapping his stomach all over.
In a moment when no one was paying attention, Tang Sanzang suddenly raised his knee and slammed it hard into Zhu Bajie's stomach, with such force that it almost sent him flying.
"Ouch--!"
Pigsy let out a miserable scream and curled up into a ball.
Sun Wukong grabbed him and lifted him up: "Master! What are you doing?!"
Tang Sanzang lowered his eyes, his voice as soft as if it were spoken to a servant, yet it was indescribably cold: "A mistake."
Sun Wukong: "..."
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and an old woman with gray hair stood at the door carrying a cloth bag: "I heard there is a woman giving birth here? I know a little about childbirth, so I came to help."
Upon hearing that their savior had arrived, Pigsy hurriedly pulled the person into the house.
The old woman first took Pigsy's pulse, then had Tang Sanzang extend his hand. After examining him for a moment, she frowned and shook her head: "My two benefactors, this pregnancy... I'm afraid it won't be easy to give birth."
Sun Wukong asked urgently, "What do you mean?"
The mother-in-law sighed: "Your pregnancy is too strong, and it has been forcibly gathered by someone using extremely insidious methods. Ordinary abortion methods will only backfire."
The impact just now, seemingly dispersing the fetal energy, actually shattered the fetal energy into two separate clumps.
This pig benefactor is now carrying twins.
Everyone looked down and saw that Pigsy's stomach was rumbling.
Bubbling up from the ground, it more than doubled in size in the blink of an eye, its belly taut and shiny, with two fleshy lumps vaguely visible rolling inside.
Pigsy burst into tears on the spot: "Why is my life so miserable..."
Tang Sanzang's fingertips turned white from pinching so hard inside his sleeve.
The mother-in-law then said, "If you want to have an abortion, there are only two methods."
The first method is to use medicine, and the second is to use the abortion spring water from the Zimu River.
But this medication... alas, the fetal energy of these benefactors has been protected too tightly by these strange methods. Ordinary abortion pills not only cannot kill the fetus, but will instead double the number of fetuses.
"There are two now, but if we eat another serving, there will probably be four or eight..."
Pigsy cried even louder.
As for the Abortion Spring, the old woman shook her head: "That spring is behind the Juxian Temple on Jieyang Mountain, and it was occupied by the True Immortal Ruyi."
He's greedy; if you want to fetch water, you have to bring a generous gift, otherwise don't even think about getting a drop.
Sun Wukong slammed his golden cudgel down: "Generous gifts? What I, Old Sun, have no shortage of is generous gifts!"
He turned and left, somersaulting on his feet, and in the blink of an eye he arrived at Jieyang Mountain.
After the Juxian Temple, Red Boy's old cave dwelling had long been occupied by the True Immortal Ruyi.
The old Taoist priest with the bull-nose nose was sitting cross-legged on his prayer mat refining elixirs when he heard a loud bang outside. He was so frightened that he almost went into a state of demonic possession. He rushed out to see what was happening and found it was the same monkey who had killed his nephew with a single blow years ago. He was immediately enraged.
"You impudent monkey! What are you doing here!"
Sun Wukong grinned: "May I borrow some water?"
Ruyi Zhenxian sneered: "Dream on! You killed my nephew back then, and we haven't settled that score yet!"
The two turned on each other in an instant. Ruyi Zhenxian summoned a whisk, and hundreds of silver threads coiled towards Sun Wukong like snakes.
Sun Wukong didn't even bother to pull out his golden cudgel. He casually grabbed the whisk and ripped it off, then smashed it to pieces on the ground.
The True Immortal Ruyi was shocked and turned to run away.
Sun Wukong sneered and chanted the Tightening-Headband Mantra—no, it was the Jade Purity Divine Thunder Mantra! Dark clouds rolled, and a bolt of purple divine lightning descended from the sky, striking the True Immortal Ruyi squarely in the back of the head, charring him black and sending him fleeing with a scream.
Sun Wukong swaggered to the spring, took out the purple-gold gourd given to him by his master, and filled it to the brim. The clear spring water rippled, faintly exuding a chill.
He weighed the gourd in his hand and thought: Now my master and that idiot are saved!
Back in the village, Pigsy was already rolling on the ground in pain. When he saw the gourd, he acted as if he had seen his own father, snatched it, and swallowed most of it.
Tang Sanzang took the rest, closed his eyes, and slowly drank it all.
At first, the two breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the frantic growth in their abdomens had finally stopped, and even seemed to have shrunk by a little half an inch.
Pigsy patted his belly and beamed with joy: "It's done! Brother Monkey, you really are my brother!"
Tang Sanzang also showed a rare hint of relief, his lips curving slightly, his voice low and gentle: "Thank you, Wukong."
Sun Wukong scratched his head: "It's a piece of cake."
However, a mealtime passed.
Pigsy's smile froze on his face.
He lowered his head and slowly lifted his clothes. Sure enough, his belly was not flat, but rather bulging even more than before. His belly skin was so tight that it was almost transparent, and he could clearly see two fleshy lumps inside, curled up comfortably, occasionally kicking.
Tang Sanzang's expression gradually darkened.
As darkness fell, my belly grew even bigger.
The next morning, it was even bigger.
On the third day, Pigsy's belly was so big that he needed help to walk, and Tang Sanzang's monk's robe was completely torn open, revealing his round belly, which was so white that it was dazzling, yet it exuded an eerie and unsettling feeling.
Sun Wukong finally sensed something was wrong. His fiery eyes swept over the area, and his brows furrowed deeply: "Something's not right! This embryonic energy... is even more stable than before! Its foundation is firmly planted; it's impossible to break through it!"
He slapped his thigh suddenly: "There's something wrong with the Abortion Spring!"
To verify this, he went directly to several households at the entrance of the village, took out the remaining water from the Zimu River, and poured it into the three old women's homes.
The three old women became pregnant on the spot, their bellies swelled up.
Sun Wukong then gave them the remaining water from the Abortion Spring at the bottom of the gourd.
result.
An hour later, the three old women's bellies not only did not shrink, but instead grew two sizes larger at the same time, with six lumps of flesh kicking and punching happily inside.
Sun Wukong stood in the courtyard, watching six old women, all heavily pregnant, sitting on the ground wailing, while crows cawed overhead.
It flew past. He slowly clenched his fist, and the golden cudgel trembled in his palm, emitting a buzzing vibration.
"Someone... tampered with the Abortion Spring."
On a distant mountain peak, Jiang Wang stood with his hands behind his back, gazing in the direction of Xiniu Hezhou, a faint smile on his lips.
"Holy monk, the road ahead is still long."
"Thirty years is enough time for you to slowly endure."
Meanwhile, on the border of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom, overgrown with weeds and swirling with sandstorms, the four travelers had been staying there for several months.
Since Tang Sanzang drank the water of the Zimu River, the fetus in his belly gradually became heavier. At first, he only felt a slight bloating in his lower abdomen and difficulty walking. Gradually, it swelled up like a woman who was five or six months pregnant, making it difficult to move and causing him to be unable to sleep at night.
The fetal energy seemed to have taken root, tightly binding his primordial spirit and flesh, and no matter what he did, he could not break free.
On this day, Tang Sanzang sat alone by the dry well, his face as pale as paper.
He gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and slammed them down on his stomach.
With a muffled thud, bones shattered, flesh ripped apart, and internal organs seemed to shift out of place.
He originally possessed the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal. Although his physical body was shattered, it was instantly restored. However, the fetal energy was like a wisp of black smoke, gently wriggling in his abdomen, completely unharmed.
Panting, Tang Sanzang delivered dozens more punches, tearing open his abdomen and splattering blood everywhere. The pain was excruciating, but the pregnancy remained stable.
He looked up to the sky and sighed, tears streaming down his face, his voice hoarse and almost inhuman: "Why...why can't I even kill it myself!"
Sun Wukong stood at a distance, his eyes blazing with fury, yet he dared not approach.
My master is of noble character and values spiritual cultivation above all else, yet he has to endure such a humiliating disgrace, which is more painful than losing his life.
Pigsy hid behind a tree wiping away tears, Sandy lowered his head and remained silent; the atmosphere was so heavy it almost froze.
Undeterred, Tang Sanzang ordered his men to find the strongest abortifacient, a bowl of dark, foul-smelling medicine.
He pinched his nose and drank it all in one gulp. The medicine entered his stomach and immediately felt like a thousand ants were gnawing at his heart. He rolled on the ground in pain, veins bulging on his forehead and black blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.
That medicine was originally the most potent abortifacient in the mortal realm, so potent that even cattle and horses couldn't withstand it. But for his Golden Immortal body, it was merely a slightly more severe form of pain.
Half an hour later, the pain gradually subsided. He trembled as he reached out to touch his lower abdomen, but the fetal energy seemed to be mocking him, twitching slightly, even more lively than before.
He then had the strongest musk lit, and inhaled it for three days and three nights straight, filling the room with thick black smoke. Others could barely stand, but he sat cross-legged in the middle of the smoke, his face turning from white to blue, then from blue to purple, bleeding from his seven orifices, and almost losing his soul.
But when the smoke cleared, the fetus remained completely still.
He frantically channeled his divine power, concentrating all his magical energy in his abdomen, and then exploded! With a deafening roar, the earth shook for miles around. He was blasted into a bloody mess, leaving only a skeleton suspended in mid-air. Golden light flowed around it, and in an instant, his body was reconstructed.
But beneath the new flesh, the embryonic energy, like a shadow, clung tightly to his bones and blood, growing back once more.
The fetal energy seemed not to be a physical entity at all, but rather resided directly in his primordial spirit, shattering and regenerating with his physical body, never to be freed.
Tang Sanzang finally broke down.
He knelt on the ground, his hands stained with his own blood and intestinal fluid, and laughed wildly, his laughter as shrill as the wailing of an owl: "I, Tang Sanzang, have endured eighty-one tribulations on my journey to the West, braving mountains of knives and seas of fire, yet I have been defeated by a bowl of river water! Heaven is unjust! Heaven is unjust!"
Sun Wukong could no longer hold back. He somersaulted to his master's side, knelt down with a thud, and said in a trembling voice, "Master... I have a plan, which might... might save you!"
Tang Sanzang stared blankly at him, his eyes bloodshot, and muttered, "What plan... This humble monk has already tried disembowelment... Even disembowelment didn't work... What use is it now..."
Wukong gritted his teeth and said, "Master, listen to me! Since this fetal energy is attached to the physical body and also lives on with the primordial spirit, the only way is to learn the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, so that the primordial spirit can leave the body, abandon the old physical body, and reconstitute a completely new pure yang body! Once the old physical body is destroyed, the fetal energy will naturally have nowhere to attach itself! This technique can allow the primordial spirit to be free from the burden of the physical body forever. Only it can solve this problem in the world!"
Tang Sanzang froze, a glimmer of light finally appearing in his eyes, his voice hoarse: "The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts... This humble monk has heard of it... That was practiced by True Lord Yang Jian... But this technique..."
Wukong said anxiously, "Master, don't worry! Your disciple will go to Dongsheng Shenzhou right away and ask Yang Jian to teach you the martial arts! He owes me a favor and will definitely lend a helping hand!"
Tang Sanzang said in a trembling voice, "Wukong... your master... your master is already a cripple... why do you have to..."
Wukong grinned, but his eyes reddened: "Master, if you're really crippled, what's the point of me going on this pilgrimage? You wait here, I'll be right back!"
After saying this, he somersaulted and headed straight for the mouth of the Guanjiang River in Dongsheng Shenzhou.
The Yang Jian Mansion at the mouth of the Guanjiang River remains as majestic as ever.
When Wukong landed, he saw Yang Jian and Nezha practicing in the back garden, their swords and spears whistling through the air and flowers falling from the sky.
Without any hesitation, Wukong shouted, "Yang Jian! Nezha! It's your old Sun Wukong who's here for a drink!"
Yang Jian sheathed his three-pointed double-edged sword, frowned, and said, "Wukong? Why aren't you on your pilgrimage to Xiniu Hezhou? What are you doing here drinking with me?"
Wukong chuckled and conjured up a table of wine and food, the jars filled with century-old vintage wine, its aroma filling the air.
Nezha's eyes lit up: "Good wine! I, the third brother, will drink it if I don't want to!"
The three of them toasted each other until the moon was high in the sky.
Although Yang Jian had a high alcohol tolerance, he did not expect that Wukong would cheat in secret, turning all the wine he drank into butterflies with his hairs and flying away, without Yang Jian drinking a drop.
Nezha was already drunk and passed out under the table, while Yang Jian was also flushed and stammering.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Wukong leaned close to Yang Jian's ear and whispered, "Yang Jian, we were friends back in Heaven. My master is in trouble, you have to help me!"
Yang Jian, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, patted his chest and said, "Speak! Who dares to bully your master! I, the True Lord, will lead my henchmen to smash their entire camp!"
Wukong was overjoyed and quickly told Tang Sanzang the whole story, only omitting the most shameful parts, saying that he had been under a demonic spell and was bound by pregnancy-related energy, and that only the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts could cure him.
Yang Jian, completely drunk, nodded repeatedly as he listened: "Eight-Nine...Eight-Nine Mystic Arts...Alright! This True Lord will pass it on to you! No, to your master! Tomorrow...I'll go tomorrow!"
Wukong was overjoyed and quickly helped him to sleep.
The next day, Yang Jian sobered up and learned of the promise he had made while drunk the night before. He was so regretful that he stamped his feet and said to Wukong, "You impudent monkey! You tricked me with wine! The Eight-Nine Arcane Arts are a secret of my sect, how could you so easily pass them on to outsiders!"
Wukong, however, persisted in pestering him: "You are a dignified God of Justice, you must keep your word! Besides, if something really happens to my master, how am I supposed to live?"
Yang Jian sighed helplessly, "Fine, fine, I'll repay this favor to you this time."
"I can pass on my skills, but you have to do something for me along the way."
Wukong hurriedly asked, "What is it?"
Yang Jian looked into the distance and said in a low voice, "My nephew Chenxiang has extraordinary talent. If there is an opportunity in the future, you should take him as your disciple and teach him some skills so that he doesn't go astray."
Wukong was taken aback for a moment, then patted his chest and said, "Alright! I, Old Sun, love teaching disciples! Leave it to him!"
So Yang Jian followed Wukong back to the Women's Kingdom of Xiliang.
Throughout the journey, Yang Jian remained silent, only occasionally mentioning his background, when he casually said, "Although I am a celestial being, I have 70% human blood, therefore I value human relationships the most."
Since your master has suffered this calamity, I will help him this time. (End of Chapter)