blueteamnovel Chapter 41 Princess Iron Fan breaks down in tears and kneels for help! Guanyin subdues demons? Wrong
Chapter 41 Princess Iron Fan breaks down in tears and kneels for help! Guanyin subdues demons? Wrong
Lu Chen didn't move.
Keep fishing.
The demonic aura is getting closer.
A few breaths later, a figure rushed in from the mouth of the valley.
It landed ten feet outside the gate of the mountain villa.
It was a woman.
She wore a red dress, her hair was slightly disheveled, and her face showed obvious anxiety and fatigue.
He held a banana leaf fan in his hand.
The fan was very large, and its surface gleamed with a dark red light; it was clearly no ordinary object.
The moment Sun Wukong saw this woman, his expression subtly changed.
He knows this person.
Although, according to the original timeline of the pilgrimage, he had never officially interacted with this person.
But he knew who this person was.
Princess Iron Fan.
The wife of the Bull Demon King.
Red Boy's mother.
Princess Iron Fan stood outside the manor gate, her chest heaving violently, as if she had rushed there.
Her gaze swept over everyone in the courtyard, finally landing on Lu Chen, who was sitting on a stone stool fishing.
"Mr. Lu Chen."
His voice was hoarse, and trembling with tears.
Lu Chen raised his head and glanced at Princess Iron Fan.
Princess Iron Fan.
Princess Iron Fan swayed.
She hasn't introduced herself yet.
This person has already called her by name.
She had heard rumors about Lu Chen before she came. They said he knew all the secrets of the Three Realms and knew everything about everyone.
But actually hearing someone call out your identity at a glance is a different feeling than you can imagine.
"gentlemen."
Princess Iron Fan took a step forward.
Knees bent.
He immediately knelt down.
"Save my son."
The courtyard was quiet.
Nezha lowered his gun. Pigsy poked his head out from the vegetable garden. The Jade Rabbit hugged her knees and turned her face. Sandy's broom stopped in mid-air.
Everyone stared at Princess Iron Fan kneeling on the ground.
Lu Chen put down his fishing rod.
"Stand up and speak."
Princess Iron Fan shook her head.
"I won't get up unless you agree, sir."
"Get up first, then I'll listen to what you have to say."
Princess Iron Fan bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, and slowly stood up.
Her eyes were already red.
"My son, Red Boy, is cultivating in the Dry Pine Stream of Mount Hao."
"I know," Lu Chen said.
"Three days ago, news came from the demon race..." Princess Iron Fan's voice trembled.
"Guanyin Bodhisattva, please come and take my son away."
She was trembling as she said those words.
The trembling wasn't from the cold, it was from fear.
A mother's fear of losing her child.
"I've approached several kings of the demon race, but none of them dared to interfere. I've also approached the people of the Heavenly Court, but no one was willing to help. I even went to the gates of the Daoist sect, but they wouldn't even let me in."
"Throughout the three realms, no one dares to oppose Buddhism."
"No one dared to stop Guanyin Bodhisattva."
"Except for you."
Princess Iron Fan raised her head and looked at Lu Chen.
"I heard that you single-handedly destroyed the main hall of Mount Ling."
"I heard that you wrote a word on the Buddha's seat."
"I heard that even the Four Great Bodhisattvas can't do anything to you."
"Mr. Lu Chen."
Please.
"Save my Red Boy!"
After she finished speaking, tears fell from her eyes.
It fell to the ground with a thud.
yard.
Nezha gripped the gun tightly in his hand.
He unconsciously clenched his fist.
As he listened to Princess Iron Fan's words, another image flashed through his mind.
Several hundred years ago.
He was pinned down by Li Jing with a tower.
Did anyone plead for him at that time?
Has anyone ever traveled all over the three realms, kneeling at someone's door and saying, "Save my son"?
No.
not a single one.
His mother, Madam Yin, wanted to save him, but she neither had the ability nor the courage.
In that world, even a mother can't save her own child.
Nezha lowered his head and remained silent.
Lu Chen looked at Princess Iron Fan.
He did not agree immediately.
"Please come in and sit down."
Princess Iron Fan was led into the courtyard.
Nezha ran to pour a bowl of water.
Princess Iron Fan took the bowl with both hands, which were still trembling.
Sun Wukong leaned against the tree, watching all this, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly.
He didn't speak.
He knew in his heart that, according to the original plan of the pilgrimage, Red Boy's ordeal was closely related to him.
Red Boy is said to be his "nephew" because Sun Wukong and the Bull Demon King had become sworn brothers.
But this relationship is worthless on the journey to the West.
When the time comes, we'll fight if we need to, and we'll withdraw if we need to.
After Red Boy was taken in by Guanyin, Princess Iron Fan didn't hate Guanyin.
Princess Iron Fan hated Sun Wukong.
Because he was the one who caused the trouble.
Now Princess Iron Fan has come here seeking help.
Unbeknownst to her, the monkey sitting next to her drinking was, in another timeline, one of the culprits responsible for her separation from her child.
Sun Wukong took a sip of monkey wine.
Wine is bitter.
Princess Iron Fan sat on a stone bench.
The water in the bowl remained untouched.
She looked at Lu Chen, her eyes full of anticipation.
Lu Chen didn't speak immediately.
He picked up his fishing rod again and cast the line into the stream.
Princess Iron Fan.
"Just call me Rakshasa, sir."
"Rakshasa," Lu Chen nodded, "You said Guanyin is going to take your son away. Do you know why she wants to take him away?"
Princess Iron Fan bit her lip and shook her head.
"All I know is that the Buddhist sect is going to take action against Red Boy. As for the specific reasons, the messenger from the demon race doesn't know either."
"You only know the result, not the process." Lu Chen looked at the buoy on the stream. "Then I'll tell you."
"You only know the result, not the process." Lu Chen looked at the buoy on the stream. "Then I'll tell you."
"Guanyin wants to take Red Boy in, not because your son has done anything bad."
"It's because she needs a servant."
Princess Iron Fan was taken aback.
"What do you mean?"
"The literal meaning." Lu Chen's tone was calm.
"Guanyin Bodhisattva is missing a disciple named Sudhana. This role needs to be filled by someone of a strong demon race. Your son, Red Boy, with his Samadhi True Fire and extraordinary talent, is just right."
Princess Iron Fan's face began to turn pale.
"So she wasn't trying to exorcise demons."
"She's here to choose people."
"Choose a suitable demon, capture it, wash away its demonic nature, put it in the guise of Buddhism, and keep it by your side as a follower."
"It's like picking a good-looking cabbage from the garden, pulling it up, washing off the mud, and putting it on your plate."
"Is the cabbage willing?"
"Nobody asked."
Princess Iron Fan's lips began to tremble.
"You...you're telling the truth?"
"Would you like to hear the details?"
Princess Iron Fan didn't speak. But her eyes spoke volumes.
Lu Chen continued.
"The way Guanyin subdued Red Boy was by trapping him with the Heavenly Gang Blade Formation, and then putting a golden hoop on his head, hands, and feet."
"Five golden hoops."
"Not the kind that only has one on Sun Wukong's head."
"There are five."
"With five golden hoops simultaneously locking up the three souls and seven spirits, you can make your son suffer unbearable pain in an instant."
Hearing this, Sun Wukong subconsciously touched the golden headband on his head.
One is enough for him to handle.
Five.
The mere thought of it sent chills down his spine.