I am submissive in Journey to the West, I strike hard at the gods

He stood up and stepped barefoot onto the cold bluestone ground. Phoenix True Fire burned beneath his feet, yet it did not cause him any harm.

"interesting."

Outside the window, a blue phoenix flapped its wings and cried out, its voice piercing the clouds and splitting rocks.

Jiang Wang raised his hand and gently stroked the phoenix feathers, his voice low and joyful:
"Let's go to the Women's Kingdom of Xiliang."

"I'd like to see who dares to let the pilgrimage team pass through this area so easily this time."

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged on the cloud bed, with a dark blue light screen floating in front of him. Three blood-red options were lined up, emitting an eerie and bewitching light.

Option 1: Have Tang Sanzang accidentally drink an abortifacient in the Zimu River, causing him to miscarry 36 times. Each miscarriage delays his journey to the West by one year.

Completion Reward: Mysterious Stone Tablet (suspected to be a fragment of Nuwa mending the sky)

Option 2: Secretly use aphrodisiacs to confuse Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie, causing them to have intercourse for forty-nine days, resulting in the birth of twin demon fetuses that will take a hundred years to be born.

Completion Reward: Innate Treasure - Dragon Scale Armor (Unparalleled defense, capable of withstanding a single attack from a Celestial King)

Option 3: Throw "Prolonged Pregnancy and Safe Delivery Pill" into the Abortion Spring to extend Tang Sanzang's pregnancy by thirty years. During this period, any abortion methods will be ineffective, and the more the fetus struggles, the more stable it will become.

Completion Reward: One Primordial Spirit Crystal (can instantly upgrade your weapon crafting skill to the Great Luo level)

Jiang Wang gently stroked his chin with his fingertips, a mischievous glint of amusement flashing in his eyes.

The first one is too bloody, with thirty-six miscarriages in a row, causing rivers of blood to flow. Although it could disgust the bald monk Tang Sanzang to vomit three liters of blood, it would also be easily noticed by the Bodhisattva Guanyin, who would forcibly protect the fetuses, thus ruining the situation.

The second one is even more despicable, forcing that bald monk and the idiot to do those shameful things. The scene is too beautiful, and Jiang Wang himself doesn't have such a heavy taste. Besides, a hundred years is too long and there are too many variables.

The third rule, however, is both insidious and elegant: no abortions for thirty years. The more the fetus struggles, the more secure it becomes. Tang Sanzang's perpetually compassionate face would probably crack even more every time he looked in the mirror.

"It's just you."

A slight smile played on his lips as a small jade bottle appeared in his palm. Inside were three pills the size of longan fruits, emitting a faint, sweet, and slightly fishy smell. “Prolonged Pregnancy and Safe Childbirth Pills. They melt instantly upon entering the mouth, are colorless and tasteless, and are specifically designed to counteract all methods of abortion… truly wonderful.”

The night was as dark as ink, and the Juxian Temple on Jieyang Mountain was completely silent.

Jiang Wang transformed into a wisp of wind, swept across the stone steps in front of the temple, passed through the side hall where the Guanyin Bodhisattva who grants children was enshrined, and went straight to the back mountain.

The abortion spring was protected by an octagonal stone pavilion. The spring water was clear and cold, with a faint spiritual aura. Ordinary people felt that it was holy, but Jiang Wang could smell a faint trace of Yin energy in it.

He uncorked the bottle, flicked his finger, and the three pills turned into three streams of light that disappeared into the spring.

"clatter."

There were no splashes, no unusual sounds, and even the moonlight shining on the water's surface revealed nothing amiss.

The elixir dissolves upon contact with the water, completely merging with it. From then on, anyone who drinks this water will not miscarry, but will instead have a very stable pregnancy, with the shortest pregnancy period starting at thirty years.

Jiang Wang clapped his hands, his clothes fluttering without wind, and disappeared into the depths of the night in the blink of an eye, leaving only a very soft sigh scattered in the wind.

"Tang Sanzang, Tang Sanzang, this humble monk is truly doing this for your own good..."

Meanwhile, in a guest room at Luojia Temple on Mount Putuo, candlelight flickered.

Pigsy rolled around on the bed, clutching his stomach, sweating profusely from the pain, his voice trembling with tears: "Brother... I... my stomach hurts again! I think I'm going into labor! Quick... quick, find a midwife!"

Sun Wukong stood at the door, his golden cudgel slung over his shoulder, his brow furrowed so deeply it could trap a mosquito: "Fool, what's the rush? It's only been seven months, what could possibly come out? Master, don't you agree?"

Tang Sanzang sat on the edge of the bed, his hands folded on his knees, his face deathly pale, but a forced smile on his lips, a smile that looked more like a grimace: "Bajie, don't panic, your master... your master will think of a way for you."

His voice was so soft it sounded like chanting, but his fingers trembled slightly inside his sleeve.

Pigsy was writhing on the ground in pain, oblivious to his master's expression, only howling, "Master, save me! I'm dying! This thing in my stomach is biting me!"

Tang Sanzang took a deep breath, suddenly stood up, walked to Bajie, and said in a voice so gentle it could melt water: "Bajie, don't move, your master will help you dispel the fetal energy."

Before he finished speaking, he kicked hard, right in the belly of Pigsy!
"boom!"

Pigsy was kicked so hard he slammed into the wall, tears and snot streaming down his face: "Master... what are you doing!"

Tang Sanzang lowered his eyes, looking apologetic: "Oh dear, I made a mistake. I meant to kick that demonic fetus in your belly, but who knew... Ah, Bajie, please don't blame me."

Pigsy was in so much pain that he couldn't speak, he could only whine and cry while clutching his stomach.

Just then, the door creaked open.

With a push, a white-haired midwife, leaning on a cane, walked in shakily. She was the old woman who had been hired by the local village for midwifery.

Her gaze fell upon Pigsy's belly, which looked larger than a woman ten months pregnant, and then upon Tang Sanzang's compassionate yet subtly distorted face. She was so startled that her cane trembled: "Oh my God, what... what's going on?"

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and said in a compassionate voice, "Grandma, save me! My disciple has been harmed by some evil spirit. He mistakenly drank the water of the Zimu River and is now pregnant with a demon's child. He is in unbearable abdominal pain. Please, Grandma, save him."

The old woman swallowed hard, mustered her courage, and leaned closer to take a look. She stretched out a thin, dry finger and pressed it on Pigsy's belly. Her expression changed drastically: "This... this fetal energy has dissipated by half! But it was forcibly dispersed, splitting the fetal energy in two. Now there are... probably two in his belly!"

Upon hearing this, Pigsy was terrified: "Two?! I don't want to have two!"

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, his belly swelled up again at a speed visible to the naked eye. The originally round lump of flesh split into two, one on the left and one on the right, rolling and pushing under his belly as if trying to tear the skin apart.

Tang Sanzang's eye twitched, but his voice became even gentler: "Grandma, is there any medicine that can help abort it?"

The old woman waved her hands repeatedly: "No, no! This child is already seven months old and has a spiritual life. If you force the medicine, not only will you not be able to abort it, but it will also cause the fetus to split again! One becomes two, two become four, four become eight... In the end, you might end up with a whole litter!"

Tang Sanzang's face turned pale, but he forced a smile and said, "Then... is there any other way?"

The old woman thought for a moment, then suddenly slapped her thigh: "I've got it! There's an abortion spring on Jieyang Mountain. The spring water is nurtured by the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, and it's specially designed to cure pregnancy-related ailments! Just one sip, and the pregnancy is guaranteed to be cured!"

Upon hearing that a savior had appeared, Pigsy immediately jumped out of bed, clutching his stomach and howling, "Brother! Go fetch water! Hurry!"

Sun Wukong frowned: "Jieyang Mountain? Isn't that the territory of Red Boy's father, the True Immortal Ruyi? I, Old Sun, killed his son with one blow back then, he probably hates me to the core..."

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, his eyes slightly red: "Wukong, saving a life is more meritorious than building a seven-story pagoda..."

Sun Wukong gritted his teeth, flicked his golden cudgel, and said, "Alright! Master, you wait here, I'll be right back!"

The clouds churned, a flash of golden light appeared, and Sun Wukong had vanished without a trace.

Juxian Temple on Jieyang Mountain.

As the True Immortal Ruyi was sitting in the octagonal stone pavilion drinking tea, he suddenly felt a powerful, demonic wind pressing down on him. When he looked up, his teacup fell to the ground.

"Sun Wukong!"

Sun Wukong smashed the stone pavilion railing with his staff, the wind from which the staff whipped up the Luotai Spring water, causing it to splash everywhere: "Old man! I, Sun Wukong, have come to borrow some water!"

The True Immortal Ruyi was so angry that his beard trembled: "You beat my son to death back then, and you still dare to come to my door and cause trouble today!"

He drew his Qingfeng sword, its blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, aiming straight for Wukong's throat.

Unfortunately, the gap is too big.

Sun Wukong didn't even use his golden cudgel; he simply pointed a finger and shattered the sword light. With a backhand slap, he sent Ruyi Zhenxian spinning three times on the spot, and two of his teeth flew out.

"Oh, please let me have it, please let me have it."

Wukong smiled and cupped his hands in greeting, "I, Old Sun, will not beat you today, I only need to borrow some water."

Ruyi Zhenxian covered his face, his eyes filled with such venom that they were almost tangible. As Wukong bent down to fetch water, he suddenly produced a dark blue lightning pearl and smashed it hard into the back of Wukong's head!
"Die!" The lightning pearl exploded, and a surge of malevolent energy filled the sky!
Sun Wukong didn't even turn his head, but softly uttered, "Jade Purity Divine Thunder, heed my command."

"boom!"

A bolt of purple-gold lightning struck straight down from the heavens, hitting the crown of the head of the True Immortal Ruyi!

"what"

The bull-nosed man let out a miserable scream, his hair stood on end, his whole body was charred black, and he plunged into the abortion spring with a thud. He twitched a few times and then stopped moving.

Wukong picked up the water gourd, shook it, and snapped his fingers with satisfaction: "Thank you for the treat."

Guest room at Luojia Temple.

Pigsy and Tang Sanzang each had a bowl and gulped it down.

At first, the two of them breathed a sigh of relief.

Pigsy touched his belly: "Huh? It seems to have stopped growing! In fact... it seems to have shrunk a little?"

Tang Sanzang looked down at his slightly protruding belly, a rare genuine smile appearing on his lips: "Amitabha, it seems this fruit is truly effective."

Sun Wukong leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed and snorted, "That Taoist priest was half-dead by me, and he probably won't be able to get up for a while. Master, don't worry."

A stick of incense passed.

Their smiles gradually froze.

Pigsy: "How...how come there's no sign of it falling at all?"

Tang Sanzang pressed his stomach, cold sweat beading on his forehead: "Wait a little longer, wait a little longer..."

As darkness fell completely, the candles burned out, and the moon rose high in the sky, the two women's bellies not only did not sag, but instead grew heavier. The fetuses inside were quiet and still, as if saying: I am fine and stable, thank you for your concern.

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the window.

Pigsy's belly is even bigger than yesterday.

Tang Sanzang's monk's robe tightened again, and his abdominal curves became as round as a ripe melon.

The situation remained the same on the third day.

Day ...

Sun Wukong finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He somersaulted to a nearby village house, grabbed three old hens, and then randomly found five village girls who were drawing water from the well. He conjured up a bucket of Mother River water and forced them down his throat.

In less than half an hour, five village girls and three hens simultaneously clutched their bellies and cried out, "Oh dear, I'm pregnant!"

Sun Wukong flew back to Jieyang Mountain, filled a bucket with water from the Abortion Spring, and poured it into each of them's bottles.

then……

Then their bellies got even bigger.

The hens are laying eggs more frequently now, sometimes as many as eight a day.

Sun Wukong stood in the courtyard with his arms crossed, looking at the eight pregnant village girls and the three pregnant hens. After a long silence, he slowly turned his head and looked at Tang Sanzang and Zhu Bajie, who looked terrified.

He slammed his golden cudgel into the ground, the sound deep and frightening.

"Master, you idiot."

"The Abortion Spring... has been tampered with."

The air was so quiet you could hear your own heartbeat.

Tang Sanzang's fingertips tightened on the prayer beads, and with a crack, the middle bead was crushed by his hand.

Pigsy collapsed to the ground, clutching his stomach, his voice trembling: "Then...then does that mean we...have to give birth for thirty years?!"

Thirty years.

More than 10,000 days and nights.

Every morning, the first thing I see when I wake up is my growing belly, and every day when I look in the mirror, I see my face becoming more and more like a loving mother…

Tang Sanzang closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling violently. After a long while, he softly uttered a sentence, his voice as light as a sigh.

"Amitabha……"

"This humble monk...is guilty."

The dust and grime of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom rushed towards us, yet carried an unusual sweetness, as if even the air itself was soaked in perfume.

Red lanterns hung from the eaves of the inn, their flickering shadows making Tang Sanzang's face appear even paler.

He sat on the stone steps under the eaves, his hands pressed against his swollen belly, his knuckles white from the pressure.

There was something inside, like a stubborn rock, stuck deep inside his flesh, refusing to leave no matter how much he struggled.

In recent months, he has almost driven himself to the brink of madness.

First, he used his golden cudgel to smash his own stomach, again and again. The sound of bones cracking and flesh shattering mingled together. Sun Wukong watched in horror but didn't dare to stop him. He only called out from afar, "Master, be gentle."

In the next instant, the cultivation of a Great Luo Golden Immortal allowed him to regenerate his shattered internal organs without leaving a scar on his skin.

The fetus remained completely still, as if mocking.

Later, he secretly found abortion pills and stuffed handfuls into his mouth. They were so bitter that his tongue went numb, but it was still no use.

The musk made him cough up blood, but it was still useless.

He even used the Great Compassion Mantra to reverse the divine power, shattering his own internal organs. He fainted three times from the pain, but when he woke up, the thing in his belly was still steady, and even the fetal movements were more vigorous than the day before.

The craziest time was by the Zimu River.

He took the monk's knife and slashed his own abdomen again and again, blood flowing all over the ground. Sha Wujing knelt down and hugged his legs, crying. Zhu Bajie was so frightened that he scrambled to his house to borrow a needle and thread, saying that he wanted to sew up his master's belly.

The tip of the knife was almost touching the clump of fetal energy when he suddenly stopped, the knife clanging.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

He found himself unable to do it, not because he was afraid of dying, but because he was afraid that the thing would die with him.

If it truly is a calamity ordained by fate, and he kills it, the journey to the West will be completely severed.

So he sat by the river and cried, like an ordinary woman, clutching his stomach and sobbing until his throat bled. The female soldiers of the Western Liang Women's Kingdom surrounded him from a distance, but none of them dared to come forward to comfort him.

Sun Wukong finally couldn't hold back any longer.

That evening, he somersaulted on his cloud straight to Dongsheng Shenzhou, landing in front of the Erlang Temple at the mouth of the Guanjiang River, and shouted, "Yang Jian! I, Old Sun, have something to ask of you!"

The temple was bustling with worshippers. Yang Jian, clad in silver armor and wielding a three-pointed, double-edged sword, was receiving the kneeling prayers of the people. Upon hearing this voice, he frowned, waved for the worshippers to leave, and then slowly strolled out: "Monkey, you don't come to the temple without a reason. Tell me, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time?" (End of Chapter)