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Journey to the West - An Audio Drama Series· Folge 43

Journey to the West - Chapter 21 Part 1

Freitag, 1. November 2024 · 20 min

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Got any medicine for wind-induced eyesore?

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Details are in the descriptions. Thank you. Journey to the West, an audio drama series. Chapter 21 Part 1 We speak now of the 50 defeated Imps who, carrying their torn flags and broken drums, rushed into The Cave to report Great King. The Tiger Vanguard was no match against that hairy faced monk and we were chased down the east hill. The old monster heard this and became extremely worried. With his head lowered in silence, he quietly contemplated strategies when Imps patrolling the front gate reported breaking.

The tiger vanguard has been beaten to death by the hairy faced monk. The monk has dragged his body to the gate and is provoking a fight. The old monster heard this and became increasingly enraged, saying how very ignorant this fellow is. I haven't even eaten his master yet and he has already murdered my vanguard. How insolent, how very insolent.

He then ordered. Bring my armour. I've only heard about this Sun Xingzhou or whatever he's called. Let me go out there and see what sort of nine headed 8 tailed monk he really is. I'll capture him and have him pay for the life of my tiger vanguard. The Imps hurriedly brought out his armour. The old monster tidy himself and took out a steel Trident before jumping out of The Cave, leading his Imps. The great sage stood outside the gate and saw the monster come out.

He truly looked rather valiant. Look at how well he was dressed. His golden helmet and armour shone brightly under the sun, decorated with pheasant feathers. His robes share the same yellow colour of goslings. Every accessory on him was blindingly colourful. He wore deerskin boots dyed with the blossoms of the scholar tree. With still Trident in his hands, he was no lesser than the illustrious sage from old.

The old monster came out of the gate and yelled at the top of his voice. Which one of you is Sun Xingjua? Standing on the tiger monster's corpse, holding the compliant iron rod, Sinjua answered. Your maternal grandfather Sun is right here. Bring my master out now. The master took a closer look and saw what a tiny crooked body and emaciated face Sinjo had, totalling to less than fortune.

He laughed and said Poor thing, poor thing. I was just wondering what kind of invincible hero you might be. Turns out you are nothing but a sick pile of skin and bones. Sinjar sneered and said. You son, have no judgement. Your maternal grandfather surely is small in size, but if you are willing to hit me on the head with the handle of your Trident, I will grow by three chi. The monster said.

Keep your head hard then, and have a taste of my handle. The great sage wasn't afraid at all. The monster indeed struck down once. But with a slight bend. Of his waist, Sinto did grow as much as three chi now about one Jangtar in total. Panicking, the monster put down his Trident and shouted. So Sinjar, why are you displaying these defensive tactics at my door? Quit the flowery tricks come up and we can have a true showed of force.

Sinjar laughed and said, Oh my son, as the saying goes, when feelings take over, don't raise your hand, but once you raise your hand, feelings matter no more. Your maternal grandfather can be quite heavy-handed. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle one strike from this rod. Not interested in any more talk, the monster turned his steel Trident and stabbed right towards Xingzhou's chest.

The Great Sage was what we call the expert is never hectic, while the hectic is never an expert. He raised his iron rod and did a trick called Black Dragon, sweeping the ground. Pushing the steel Trident away, he once again aimed right at the head. The pair fought before the entrance of Yellow Wind Cave, and what a splendid fight it was.

The Monster King unleashed his anger as the Great Sage showed off his might. One wanted the other's life to pay for his vanguard, the other wanted to save the Elder. The Trident and rod went at each other back and forth. Whoever got hit would certainly meet his fate in the Underworld. Fast hands and eyes were a must, but so was a body of the strongest boat. Both were fighting with no regard to their lives. There was no way of knowing who would come out safe and who would be hurt.

The old monster fought the Great Sage for 30 rounds without declaring a victor. Xing Zhao was eager to see results, so he used the trick we coined body beyond body. After plucking a handful of hair and chewing them to pieces in his mouth, he blew them upward and shouted change. The hair transformed into 10s and hundreds of xinjiao all dressed the same and wielding the same iron rod.

They surrounded the monster in mid air. The monster began to panic, so he also. Used his powers. With a quick turn of his head, he stared at the ground in the southeast direction before opening his mouth three times and blowing out a mouthful of air. Suddenly, a gust of yellow wind began blowing in the air. Splendid wind, how very awesome.

Uprooting trees and crushing hills, it stir rivers from their bottom up. It shook palaces in heaven and almost collapsed halls of hell. Every God above was shouting and looking for their animals, while others lost their way in treasures. No structure could be spared from the wind as everything in the skies lost their light.

No one could hear each other as this wind was never before seen in this world. The universe was on the verge of cracking open. The entire land was nothing but shivers. The monster wielded this violent wind while all the little Xinjas made from Gray Sage Swin's hair circled wildly in mid air like a spinning wheel.

None could raise their rod anymore. How were they able to go anywhere near? Alarmed, Xinja gave a shake and retrieved the hair back on his body. Alone and with the iron rod raced, he came up for another strike, only to be blown by a mouthful of yellow wind right in the face by the monster. His fire eyes and golden pupils were forced shut tight, unable to open. No longer able to wield his iron rod, he had to escape in defeat. The monster then withdrew the wind and returned to his cave. We will speak no more on that.

We instead turned to Juba Tier. When he saw the yellow wind rising and the universe going dark, he let the horse and guarded the luggage before crouching in a mountain gap, not daring to open his eyes or raise his head. He could only keep reciting scriptures and pray. He had no idea whether Sinjo won or lost, or whether his master was dead or alive. Just as he was in confusion, the wind had settled and the sun came back out again.

He looked up and stared towards The Cave entrance, but he could find no weapon or drum. The fool had no courage to go up to the doors and he also feared that no one was left to wash the luggage and horse. It was certainly a dilemma that sent him panicking to no end. As he was deep in worry, he heard Grace Sage soon shouting from the West.

Only then did he rise and go towards him, saying, Elder brother, it was a terrible wind, where are you coming from? Singja waved his hand and said, formidable, truly formidable. Ever since I've been alive, Elderson has never witnessed such violent wind. The old monster wielded a steel Trident and came up to fight me. We fought for over 30 rounds before Elderson used that body beyond body trick and had him surrounded. He panicked and that's why he produced this wind. How very ferocious.

I could barely stand still, so I withdrew my tricks and braved the wind for an exit. Ah, formidable wind, formidable wind indeed. Eldersun could summon wind and call for rain, but they can never be as ferocious as this master's wind. Bhatia asked. Elder brother, how is that master's martial arts compared to yours? Sincho answered.

It was passable, He had a neat way with the Trident and could fight a draw with Eldersun. It was only that wind that was too terrible for me to overpower him, Bhatia said. How are we supposed to save Master then? Sinto said. We have to put him aside for the time being. I wonder if there is an eye physician around. I need them to treat my eyes first. Bhatia asked.

What's wrong with your eyes? Sinto answered. I took a direct blow of wind from the monster's mouth. It made my eyes sore and hurt. I've been shedding cold tears all this while. Bhatia said. Elder brother, we are in the middle of a mountain and it's getting late. Speak no more of an eye physician. We could barely find a place to stay for the night. Xinja said.

It's not hard to find a place to stay. I figure that the monster hasn't the courage to her Master just yet. Let's head to the main road and stay at a residence for the night. Once dawn breaks tomorrow, we will come back to subdue the monster. Bazia said. You're right, you are very right. And so he let the horse and carry the luggage on his shoulders as the pair left the gap and headed for the big Rd.

It was approaching dusk and from the South side of the road, downhill, dogs could be heard barking. The two stopped to have a look. There was a farmhouse with flickering limelight. They didn't care whether there was a way down or not and walk through the grass before reaching the gate of the residence.

What they saw was fungus and grass blanketing the ground with stones and Moss scattered atop. Fireflies could be seen flashing inside dense forests as orchids bloomed amidst trees old and new. A secluded place seldom visited by travelers were lied. Before the gate were only wildflowers. The two dare not go in without permission, so they called. Open the door.

Open the door, An old man was seen coming forward with several younger farmers behind him, all holding Tritons, Rakes and brooms asking who are you? Who is there Seem to about to answer. We are disciples of the Divine Monk from the Great Tongue in the land of the East. We're heading Buddha's way to seek scriptures in the West.

Hence we pass by this mountain. Our master was snatched by Great King Yellowwind and we haven't been able to rescue him. It's getting late, so we came specifically to ask for one night's lodging. We sincerely hope you can grant us the convenience. The old man returned the greetings and said apologies. My apologies.

This place has more clouds than humans just now. When I heard your voice outside my door, I feared it would be some fox, spirit, tiger, or bandits from the mountains. That's why we humble men have acted so foolishly and offended you. We had no idea it would be two elders here. Please come inside.

Please come in. The brothers thereby let the horse and carry the luggage inside. Once they entered, they tied up the horse and put away their load before formally introducing themselves to the old man and sitting down for a chat. Servants also presented them with tea. Once tea was over, they were served with several bowls of rice mixed with sesame.

When they were done eating, the old man ordered beds be made for the guests to rest. Singja said not being able to sleep is a small thing. May I ask kind host, is there any place that sells medicine for the eyes around this respected place? The old man asked which elder is suffering in the eyes? Singja said.

To be honest with you elderly gentlemen, those of us who left the family never have any sort of illness. We never knew what it was like to suffer in the ice. The old man said. If you're not suffering in the ice, why are you asking for medicine? Sindo explained. We were at the entrance of the yellow Wind Cave today, trying to save my master, but that monster unexpectedly blew a mouthful of wind on me and made my eyes painfully sore. They're now a bit teary.

That's why I am looking for some eye medicine. The old man said. Dear me, dear me at your young age, dear elder, why would you lie? That great King Yellow Wind is a most ferocious one. That wind of his is unlike the wind of spring or autumn, or of Pines and bamboo, or of the four directions. Bazia laughed and said. I'm guessing it's a type of headwind, a chronic headache, that is, the old man explained.

No, not at all. His wind is called the Divine Samadhi wind. Singto asked. How so? The old man said that wind is capable of dimming heaven and earth enough to sadden ghosts and gods, so savage it can break rocks and Cliff so lethal one blow is enough to take your life. If you encounter that wind of his and were blown, there is no chance to survive. You will have to be a God to come out unscathed, Singta said. Indeed, indeed.

We may not be gods, but the gods are my juniors. This life of mine is hard to end, certainly, but it's really making my eyeballs painfully sore, the old man said. If you say so, then I guess you do have some background. This humble place of mine hasn't any eye medicine, but this old man here does have teary eyes when there is wind.

I once came across an unusual person who passed on a prescription for something called the Three Flower and Nine Seed ointment. It will cure any ailment in the eye. Xingja hurt him and lowered his head to ask. I would like to give it a try. The old man agreed and walked outside. He returned with a small agate pot, pulled out the stopper and dipped a little bit of the ointment with a jade hairpin before applying it to Xingju. Sinjar was told to not open his eyes and sleep without worries. By tomorrow morning it would be fine. Once he was done, the old man retrieved the stone pot and let the young ones back to the inner residence. Bazier then united the luggage and unwrapped the bedding for Sinjar to rest.

With his eyes closed, Sinjar began aimlessly reaching around. Bazier laughed and said. Blind Sir, where is your walking stick? Sinjar said You stuffed fool, are you treating me like a blind man now? The fool just quietly giggled himself to sleep. Sinja sat on the bed and began mediating his divine energy.

He didn't go to sleep until after the third watch. Soon it was approaching the 5th watch and dawn was near. Sinja rubbed his face and opened his eyes saying What's splendid ointment I can see 100 times clearer than usual. He then turned around to look and Yikes what house, cottage, windows or doors were there to speak of?

All he could see were old scholar trees and tall willows. The brothers were sleeping on a green Meadow. Bazia woke up and asked. Elder brother, what are you yelling about? Singer said open your eyes and look. The fool quickly looked up and found the household gone panicking. He rolled over and got up, asking where's my horse?

Singja said. Isn't he tied to the tree there? What about the luggage? Singja said. Isn't it placed right next to your head? Bhatia complained. This family is a lazy bunch, moving away without even telling us. If you let old boy here know about it, I might as well gift you some tea and fruit for the occasion.

I guess they did this to evade compulsory labor or taxation and didn't want the neighborhood chief to know that's why they moved away overnight. Good heavens, we were indeed dead asleep. How is it possible that they dismantled their house without making any noise? Sing to a hissed and laughed. Full stop blabbering.

Go check what note they left there on that tree. Bazia went up and pulled it off with his hand. There turned out to be 4 lines of chance written on it. The cottage was no home for mortals, but devised by protectors of the monastery. Wondrous medicine was used to cure your eyes. Do commit without hesitation to quell your adversary. Xindao remarked these roguish thoughts. Ever since we switched to a dragon horse, we haven't been making role calls on them at all, and instead they are here throwing around empty tricks.

Bazia said. Elder brother, let's not make things up. Why should they answer to your role calls? Cinto explained. Brother, you have no idea. By Bodhisattva's religious edict, the divine protectors of the Monastery, 6 Gods of the Ordinodin, 6 Gods of the Ordinodzia, Guardians of the Five Quarters, and the four Chroniclers of Time are all tasked with protecting my master in secret.

They introduced themselves a while back, but since we've had you around, they weren't needed, which is why I haven't been making role calls. Bazia said. Elder Brother, if they're here to secretly protect Master by religious edict, they really shouldn't show themselves in broad daylight. That's why they devised this divine cottage. Don't you blame them, It was all thanks to them that your eyes were treated yesterday, and we also owe them a vegetarian meal. They've been very attentive.

Don't you blame them. Let's go rescue Master. Zinta said. You're right, brother. It's not far from the entrance of the Yellow Wind Cave. Don't you move around, just watch the horse and luggage in the forest. Let Alderson head inside The Cave to check where Master is before starting a fight. Bhatia said. That's the right call.

You need to make sure whether he's dead or alive. If Master is dead, we can each head our own ways for good. If he's not dead yet, we will do our best to save him. Cinta said. Stop spilling nonsense, I'll be on my way. And so he hopped into the air and headed straight to the front gates. Journey to the West and Audio Drama series is an independent production by The 5th Monkey. For subtitles, please visit our YouTube channel. To access all the locked content, please consider becoming a paid subscriber for a minimum of three U.S. dollars per month on Spotify, YouTube, Patreon, or drop a donation on Kofi.

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