What kind of Journey to the West is this?

These two plague ghosts did not respond.

"Alas! My skills in refining ghosts are still a little rusty, and I even confused their minds." Huang Shanhe sighed and said, "Forget it! Big brother, second brother, I will take you to seek revenge!"

"revenge?"

There was a glimmer of wisdom in the two ghosts' eyes.

Huang Shanhe laughed and said, "The one who will kill you is right in front!"

Swish swish!

The flag was waved several times, and suddenly ten evil ghosts with green faces, fangs, and armor flew out. These evil ghosts held guillotines, gourds, grinding pestles, and other things in a mess.

Huang Shanhe held a small brush in his hand and drew a dozen talismans in the air, shouting, "Perfectly adorned, with sufficient physical strength, majestic and vigorous, with wisdom and light accomplished, with right mindfulness and unwavering recollection, increasing the body without decline, with all the senses at peace and joy! Give me medicine for longevity! Twelve Yaksha Gods!"

....................

The snowflakes became smaller but denser.

Dark clouds like waves rolled up at the horizon, pressing down on the western sky, dark and gloomy, rolling in.

The falling snowflakes covered the four corners of the sky and the earth, and the entire world.

Soon, Yanxia could no longer see the dead tree in the distance. Daoming, the monk's virtuous cultivation of the Five Eyes and Six Supernatural Powers, could see clearly several dozen steps away, but anything further was still obscured by the snow.

In this kind of weather, it's difficult to fly in the clouds.

Human power is limited, but the power of heaven and earth is infinite.

Yanxia adjusted her hood and looked at the vast snowy sky, she couldn't help but sigh at the convenience of modern transportation.

She asked, "How far do we have to go?"

Monk Daoming, wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat, was covered in snow. He pondered, "We've just passed Weiqiao Market. We still have to go through at least one more village and three more post stations. We should first go to the village ahead to avoid the snow and warm ourselves by the fire."

As he spoke, heavy breathing sounds came from all directions.

Huge figures slowly came from the east, south, west and north, each of them was about six feet tall, like the Longbo giant.

Yan Xia jokingly said, "Master, I don't think you need to ward off the cold. After a fight, your body will warm up on its own."

"Heterodox Buddhism!"

Monk Daoming looked at the green-faced, fang-toothed demons, condensed from a sinister aura. Some had wings on their backs, like bats, while others had hair burning green like dozens of candles. Their heads were also different, some triangular and some half-moon, with bursting eyeballs and tentacles extending from them.

Yan Xia said, "That's impressive! They've specially prepared twelve Yakshas to deal with us in the future."

It is said that there are twelve Yaksha Vajras around the Medicine Buddha, who are in charge of eighty-four thousand Yaksha ghosts, so Yaksha is also called Yaksha.

Monk Daoming reached out and took off the staff hanging from his horse's back. He said, "Those Yaksha generals are ordinary Dharma Protector Yakshas, and they are very powerful in fighting. I will deal with eight of them, and the remaining four will be left to you."

This old monk was good at fighting, and Yanxia had lost her two maces, so she didn't act rashly.

Yan Xia jumped off the horse and transformed into a six-foot-long silver spear.

Without thinking, she summoned the four arms of Bull-Headed Vajra to fight off the enemy and hold back the three Yaksha ghosts.

With only one left, she began a righteous duel.

Looking closely, it turned out to be an old acquaintance. It was indeed, by coincidence, the ghost-making sorcerer Huang Shansong who had been burned by the golden light of her good deeds, beaten to death with her double maces, and cremated in a mountain fire.

The Yaksha demon raised a big flag and chopped it down horizontally.

Yan Xia used her left foot as the axis and turned her body counterclockwise. Her silver mouse fur cloak swung out a snow-white arc as her body turned.

Step on the Kan position, walk on the Xun position, and land on the Qian position.

He cleverly dodged the falling flag and took the opportunity to turn around and pulled the gun back.

Snow flakes are falling!

The cold light shot out in an instant, piercing the yaksha's throat, and billowing black gas emerged.

Good to kill!

Two heroes on the snow.

On the other side, Monk Daoming flew over dragging his Zen staff, and let out a loud roar like a diamond or a lion. His hair and beard fluttered, and he immediately subdued the eight-headed Yaksha ghost.

This old man is much more powerful than her.

The Zen staff was swung, entangled and hit, and a punch was thrown with great ferocity.

That monk, wearing a cassock, first expounded on the Vajra, then the Lotus Sutra. His combat with the monsters was truly remarkable: he struck with a staff, raised his fist, and struck and killed. The yakshas responded, their responses unending. In a moment, another fist arrived, the precious staff piercing the wounds. Hand after hand, they smashed, hands after hands, grabbing. If you looked closely, you could see the demons were still cunning, all beaten like rotten watermelons.

Dong Huang suddenly received a jade talisman: Chapter 158 [Broad daylight, bright and clear]

"solved?"

Yanxia took back the Bull-Headed King Kong and killed the last Yaksha ghost with a spear.

Monk Daoming clasped his hands together and said, "Compared to before, the donor has made great progress. He is truly gifted."

"Hey, hey, hey! I heard there's an old man selling oil who can put a copper coin over the mouth of a gourd and pour the oil, and the coin won't get wet at all. What do you think he says?"

"A remarkable craftsman, I think he is gifted by nature."

"Wrong!"

Monk Daoming asked curiously, "What's the reason?"

"He said: 'It's just my hands that are skilled.'" Yan Xia, not wanting to be praised, clapped her hands and said, "I am also just skilled!"

Monk Daoming sighed, "Amitabha! It really is true that one never stops learning. I have learned a lot."

Yan Xia was not talking nonsense. Her current martial arts skills were due to the contributions of the seventy-two cave demons on Huilong Peak, Chi Pan, Xiao Liang wizard, Bai Tou Fu Zi and other demons.

Without these three pillars, there would be no An Yanxia today!

This was a real fight with real guns and swords, which gave her a good special training and helped her digest all the theoretical knowledge she had learned since she started learning martial arts.

Now Yan Xia is no longer the rookie who could only last a dozen rounds under Monk Daoming, but has evolved into a rookie who can last dozens of rounds.

In terms of martial arts alone, he is roughly equivalent to 0.5 Monk Daoming or 0.7 Luo Sushang.

Let's put this matter aside. Yan Xia said, "Send Yaksha. He is a figure from your Buddhist sect. Regardless of whether he is sent by Qinglong Temple or not, I think your Qinglong Temple group has no hope."

Monk Daoming remained silent.

He could only say: "I still have to go and see it after all."

Yan Xia shrugged. Old men are always stubborn.

.................

At this moment, in Maliu Mountain.

In the cave, there was a bonfire. A woman wrapped in a thick fur cloak was roasting opium seeds in a bowl. I sniffed it and smelled a strong nutty smell.

Swallow it, and you will feel intoxicated, dreamy, and as if the world is upside down.

This would definitely be punishable in later generations.

"Hiding in the mountains and using this poison, it's really the style of the Wei and Jin Dynasties!"

Outside the cave, a scholar in white robes walked in with a smile, sat down and pinched his nose.

The woman's breasts were half exposed. Her breasts were as white as silver, her body was as white as snow, her elbows were as white as rouge, and her shoulders were as white as powder.

The moment the scholar glanced away, she suddenly pulled up her cloak to cover the exposed part.

She looked at the scholar and said calmly, "Huang Shanhe, isn't the Hundred Poisons Demon Lord here for the reincarnation decree? The Xuanhe Sword Immortal has already arrived in Chang'an City. Why are you still staying in Cangzhou?"

"The reincarnation law has its own help from people in Chang'an. I stayed in Cangzhou for the elixir of immortality..."

"Elixir of immortality, elixir of immortality... real or fake, where are you going to find it? Kanyang Mountain, or to look for the body of that good man who has lived ten generations? Or perhaps you want to cross to Fusang in the east?"

"Looking for An Yanxia!"

"I'm afraid it's a personal vendetta. I heard that your two brothers..."

Huang Shanhe turned his head abruptly, his eyes gleaming with ferocity as he said viciously, "My two brothers truly saw the ten-foot golden light of good karma emanating from An Yanxia. There's no smoke without fire. If immortality were truly possible, why would you and I need to live under someone else's roof?"

The woman said, "Jumping out of the cage, it's just another cage."

"That's much better than continuing to be muddle-headed and at the mercy of others! Qiao Yun'er, I heard you came from the spider cave west of Zhuzi Country. If you don't want to escape your cage, why go so far?"

"You're a good talker, but I won't help you!"

Qiao Yun'er took one look and said, "Monk Puzhi took me in and opened a cave for me. It was the Azure Dragon Temple that did me a favor, not you, the Three Monsters of the Huang Family or the Hundred Poisons Demon Lord. If Monk Jingming hadn't spoken, I wouldn't have helped you."

"Pedantism."

Huang Shanhe snorted, turned around and left.

In the cave, the bonfire was crackling.

The firelight danced on Qiao Yun'er's face and shone on her body, casting a long and thin shadow that extended all the way to the huge spider web on the wall of the cave.

She stretched out more than a dozen arms, like the Hundred-Armed Guanyin, forming a "卍" shape.

"If Qinglong Temple makes friends with such a demon, it will probably face disaster—in broad daylight, in the open!"

.................

“It’s cold!”

"It's cold before frost, and cold after snow. As the saying goes, during the coldest days of winter, when the stones are frozen, there's still more cold after that."

In the side room, Xue Shier was wrapped in several layers of cloth and sable fur. He couldn't help coughing, and his little face was red from the cold.

Yu Qinghuai made milk tea and added ginger and red dates.

Over there, Yan Xia watched Xue Shi'er suffer and laughed shamelessly.

Not long after she returned home, she saw that the snow lion was sick and looked so pitiful. It was really strange.

Ao Erya laughed along with her.

Snapped!

Yan Xia hit Ao Erya on the neck with a knife.

Ao Erya glared: "What are you doing?"

Yan Xia said hypocritically, "What are you laughing at? Go to the pharmacy and get some cold medicine."

Ao Erya looked deeply at the double-standard monster, then turned into a white-headed hawk and flew out.

Over there, Yu Qinghuai put the bowl close to the little girl's mouth and fed her carefully.

Xue Shier wrapped himself in several layers of mink fur and drank some ginger milk tea, which helped him recover a lot.

Yanxia walked up to Xueshier, looked left and right, and felt that the cat was quite healthy.

She said, "Open your mouth so I can see."

"Ah——" Snow Lion opened his mouth weakly.

"I don't understand.....Reach out."

"Um......"

Yanxia took the patient's pulse and found it to be normal.

She didn't understand, so she said, "Take off your clothes and let me see."

Yu Qinghuai blushed and accused, "It's broad daylight, it's still bright outside!"

Yanxia quickly let go.

Yeah, the lights weren't off.

But she still wondered: "What is this disease?"

Yu Qinghuai explained: "I went out to play and got cold."

Yanxia: “….”

She really didn't expect this, as she saw that the snow lion's fur was quite thick.

But this winter is indeed cold and snowy.

She thought to herself: Chi Pan has gone to the Western Regions, I don’t know if I can ask him to bring me some cotton.

But then I thought, it’s hard to say whether the cotton today and the cotton in the future are the same.