A Brief Account of Journey to the West

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The four travelers, including the monk Sanzang, had been on their journey for quite some time, and summer was turning to autumn, with a refreshing coolness pervading their bodies. One day, as they were traveling
, they suddenly came upon a towering mountain, its peaks piercing the azure sky, seemingly obscuring the stars and the sun. Seeing the mountain's treacherous nature, Sanzang
felt a chill run down and hurriedly warned his three disciples to be wary of demons.
Seeing his master's timidity, the pilgrim stepped forward and said, "Master, don't worry. I'll do my best if needed
. I see this mountain is quite treacherous, and I'm afraid some monsters might be lurking there. Please slow down, Master, and let me
go ."

The elder was pleased to hear this and instructed, "That's good, but be careful along the way."

The pilgrim agreed and rode a cloud straight into the mountain. After traveling two or three hundred miles, he still hadn't left the
mountain. All around him was vast and desolate. What was even stranger was that there wasn't a single house in the mountain. The pilgrim couldn't help but think to himself, "It seems that although this mountain is
treacherous, there are no monsters. Master has been worrying too much this time."

Just as he was pondering this, he heard a sound of weeping behind the mountain. He quickly turned around and saw four or five
little driving a carriage with a group of women on it, traveling from north to south. The poor women
were all disheveled and half-naked, strung together by ropes by the little demons, shuffling and shouting as they walked.

The Monkey King, seeing this, couldn't help but laugh: "Master, this time you seem to have some divine signs. There really are demons in these mountains. Yes
, these little demons have abducted these women; they must be taking them to the demon's cave. Let me go and listen
to what they have to say." The Great Sage transformed himself into a fly, gently landing
on one of the women's hats, and listened intently.

After walking for a short while, a little demon said, "Brother, I'm hungry.
Shall we pick a tender one of these fat pigs and slaughter it?"

Another little demon, who seemed more mature, replied, "Brother, these fat pigs are what the King wants. I'm afraid
we can't bear the King's wrath if we eat them."

The third said, "Big brother, you're too worried. The King eats people all day long, he doesn't care about this."

The little demon hesitated for a moment, thinking that he was also hungry, and nodded, "That's right, we've been walking for a
while and we are indeed a little hungry. Alright! Let's eat one." All the little demons cheered, and the first one
laughed , "Brother, the spring is under that Pen Peak ahead. Shall we light a fire there?"

The group quickened their pace and soon arrived at the foot of a Pen Peak—what is a Pen Peak?
A peak grows from the top of the mountain, about four or five zhang high, like a pen stuck in a rack, hence the name. There is a spring at the foot of the peak.

The lesser demons stopped at the foot of the peak, some gathering firewood, others starting a fire.
The little demon with the
traveler perched on the hat, however, was sizing up the women. These women, having heard the little demon's voice, knew he was looking for food, and they all shrank back in fear, not daring to utter a sound. The traveler carefully observed them from the hat, noting that the women
were all between thirty and forty years old. Although their appearances varied, they were all plump and
fair- .

It turned out that this traveler, who had once ruled Flower Fruit Mountain as king, eating people daily, was a seasoned cannibal.
Human flesh was considered the most delicious food in the world, its texture exquisite; whether you were a god, a saint, or a demon, once you tasted it, you would never
forget it. Upon seeing the women on the carriage, the traveler sighed inwardly, "Good! What a fine, fat pig!"
He couldn't help but drool, thinking, "Back in my carefree days on Flower Fruit Mountain, I had this kind of delicious food every day
. But since I started following my master, I've been eating vegetarian meals three times a day, and my mouth is so bland. I'm not as carefree and happy
as these little demons."

Just then, the little demon went to the carriage, reached out, and stripped the women naked
, carefully selecting them one by one. The women, shy and timid, afraid of being chosen, simply covered their lower abdomens
with their hands and sobbed. It turns out that while human flesh is delicious, preparing it is quite troublesome. Even
the finest meat, if not cooked properly, will greatly diminish its flavor—truly, "cherries are delicious, but the tree is hard to grow."
Furthermore, when selecting the meat, four things are crucial: freshness, sweetness, firmness, and fattiness.

The word "fresh" refers to the fact that the person being eaten must be alive before slaughter, and the more vigorous their blood and energy,
the better . If a dead person is skinned and cooked, no matter how well it's disguised, it will still have a sour and foul smell,
ruining even the best appetite. The word "sweet" refers to the fact that the person being eaten should be in a happy mood at the time of slaughter, because
when a person is in a good mood, their blood flows quickly, and only the flesh of a living person slaughtered in this way is sweet and delicious. If a person is afraid,
their blood will be tense, causing the meat to taste sour and unpalatable. The word "tough" means that the meat of the best people must be from
fully mature adults, so that the meat has a chewy texture. Moreover, men's meat is slightly coarser, and the best meat is
from women between the ages of thirty and forty. The word "fat" means that the human flesh must have a layer of fat about half a finger thick to be most delicious.
If this layer of fat is missing or too thick, it is not good.

These four rules are the key to eating human flesh. To eat people well, it truly depends on whether the cook can master these
four rules . The most difficult of these is the second one; who isn't afraid before death? To
make someone happy before death requires extraordinary abilities. When the pilgrim saw the women on the little demon's cart, he knew that the selection of these women had
grasped the essence of the latter two rules, and thus knew that these little demons had been eating human flesh for many years. Seeing the little demon choosing a woman,
he thought to himself, "I wonder how good his cooking skills are?"

The little demon had already chosen one from among the many women. Without a second thought, he reached out
and grabbed her from the carriage. The traveler saw that the woman was about thirty years old, with eyes like autumn water, cheeks like peach blossoms,
and a pair of high, white jade breasts. Beneath her clothes, a patch of black hair resembled seaweed. Her figure was alluring; she was truly
a rare . He couldn't help but feel a pang of regret: "This little demon is so crude; he's definitely not a good cook. Eating people is a great
pleasure in the human world, especially such a beautiful woman. How can he just swallow her like that? It's a waste of such a gift!"

The woman, seeing that she had been picked up, was terrified, her face turning pale. She cried softly, her limbs trembling. She was
dragged by the little demon to the mountain stream to be washed.

The traveler was deeply reluctant to part with her, yet he couldn't do it himself. Just as he was at his wit's end, he heard a demon say,
"Brother! Don't kill this woman; dead flesh has no flavor."

The little demon replied helplessly, "But that's something I can't do. This woman is terrified;
what do?" All the demons cried out in despair, but there was nothing they could do.

At this moment, a little demon suddenly asked, "Brother, I heard that Tang Sanzang will arrive in a few days. I wonder, which tastes better,
Tang Sanzang's flesh or these sows?"

One of the demons replied, "Brother, although Tang Sanzang's flesh isn't delicious, it's a treasure for prolonging life. One
bite is equivalent to a thousand years of cultivation. These two are incomparable."

The first demon asked, "Brother, do you think my three kings can eat Tang Sanzang's flesh? I've heard that
Tang Sanzang's three disciples are all incredibly powerful, especially the eldest disciple, Sun Wukong, who was the Great Sage Equal to Heaven who wreaked havoc in the
Heavenly Palace

. He has the courage of ten thousand men and is skilled in transformation. I wonder how my kings will subdue him?" Hearing this, the Monkey King was astonished: "How does he know so much about me? It seems
the demons in these mountains are no ordinary monsters. Even if there are tens of thousands more like these little demons, it wouldn't matter. I wonder
what methods these three old demons have. Let me ask them." Actually, he also secretly wanted to taste some fresh flesh himself.

Good Great Sage! He flew over the back mountain, turned swiftly, and transformed into a little demon,
dressed like the other little demons. He circled the mountain and called out, "Well! This is the king's fat pig, and you're all stealing it here!"

The little demons, startled by his words, jumped up, unsure what to do. A little demon who was washing
a woman however, was more discerning. He stood up and asked, "Where are you from?"

The traveler thought, "This little demon is clever." He laughed and said, "Good sir! Don't you recognize your own family
? I'm a mountain patrolman."

The little demon said, "We're very familiar with the brothers on the patrol, but you're not among them." The other
little demons also shook their heads: "Unfamiliar face, unfamiliar face, we don't recognize you."

The traveler said, "You know you're unfamiliar? I'm the fire-tiller, recently assigned to patrol the mountain. You know..." "I'll take less than you deserve."

The little demon said, "Stop talking! Stop talking! That's suspicious! My king's rules are very strict. Otherwise, why would he make you tend the fire
and patrol the mountain?"

The clever Monkey King seized the opportunity and said, "You don't know? It's because the Tang Monk and his disciples are about to cross the border, and the king wants to
eat Tang Monk's flesh. So he sent us fire-tenders to observe and see how to make Tang Monk's flesh taste good."

Hearing this, the little demon laughed and said, "So you think you know how to cook human flesh! That's great
. I have a non-essential human flesh here. You can cook it!"

It turned out that the little demon also knew that the Tang Monk and his disciples were Buddhist disciples who were vegetarians. He was sure that if this little demon was a disciple
of the Tang Monk was originally a demon and had not eaten meat for some time.
He had been thinking of ways to find food for himself! Hearing this, he was delighted. He thought to himself, "If I don't do it, this
little monster will suspect I'm an imposter... Besides, it's been a long time since I've enjoyed such fresh and tender meat..."

Having made up his mind, the Monkey King laughed and said, "Exactly! I'm also a bit hungry, and besides, such a fresh,
fat pig —I'll cook it for you to see!" He reached out and took the woman from the little demon's hands, only
to find her icy cold. He was startled: "Could this woman have already died of fright?" After a moment, he felt
her chest was still slightly warm, and his heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally calmed down.

He thought, "Back in Flower Fruit Mountain, I honed my culinary skills by eating people every day. I wonder if I still remember them after following my
master ? Today, I'll refresh my skills."

Good heavens! He placed his hands on the woman's chest, grasping and kneading her two large, plump breasts.
He found secretly admired them: "Tender yet firm, truly fine breasts. This little demon knows
how to choose her consorts."

The traveler put the breasts down and then reached out to touch the woman's vulva. Although her pubic hair was thick, each
strand fine and countable. The entrance to her vulva was deep red, its opening overlapping. With each squeeze and release, the traveler felt
it swell rapidly.

The traveler laughed: "Good woman! You're really horny. Let's see if you can withstand a blow from me."

He secretly applied force, and in no time, the woman awoke. It turned out that
the traveler's desire. Women over thirty are
at the peak of their sexual energy and need frequent sexual pleasure to control it; hence the saying, "Thirty like a wolf, forty like a tiger
. " The woman, over thirty, was naturally fond of sexual intercourse with men. She was easily swayed by the traveler's advances,
her body moving involuntarily in response.

Seeing her aroused, the traveler remained calm and composed. With his left hand, he plucked a hair from beneath him, held it in
his hand, and silently chanted "Transform!" It transformed into a potent aphrodisiac called "Chaste Woman's Debauchery." He placed it in the woman's
mouth and then conjured a black cloth strip to blindfold her.

The lesser demons were utterly bewildered by his actions, unaware
of woman's blood
and bring her pleasure, nothing was better than sexual intercourse. The traveler didn't want to waste time, so he fed her the aphrodisiac. Blinding her eyes
prevented her from seeing the horrific scene of her impending death, and the darkness only added to
the arousal .

The aphrodisiac was indeed very effective. The woman, already aroused, could not resist the drug. Soon after taking it
, her whole body became hot, her cheeks flushed with desire, and she forgot where she was. She moaned and twisted her waist, clinging to the traveler and
begging for pleasure. However, she couldn't see and was disoriented, so she clung to his clothes.

The traveler was familiar with this kind of thing, and immediately began to use his seductive skills. His hands roamed over the woman's body, and he
pinched her vulva, which was already the size of a fingertip. At this moment, the woman was aroused, and her red vulva
was swollen and swollen, like a blooming flower. The traveler noticed that the woman's vulva was quite thick and hairy.
Now that she was aroused, it was hot and humid, and a strange fragrance emanated from the cleft of her flesh. The traveler felt that his hands were wet
with the woman's fluids, and he knew that the woman was extremely aroused.

Seeing this, the pilgrim was also filled with lust. He quickly untied his leather skirt, revealing something as thick as a child's arm and over a foot long,
quite extraordinary. It was said that among monkeys, the penis was the largest, and the pilgrim, being a thousand-year-old stone monkey turned spirit,
possessed a penis far exceeding the hardness and length of ordinary monkeys. Furthermore, he had mastered the "Wish-Fulfilling Heart Technique," allowing him to control its length at will. Thus, the divine rod between his legs
was a rare object coveted by women everywhere.

Although the woman was blind, she was impatient. She touched the pilgrim's penis and knew it was a wondrous
thing. She gripped it tightly and refused to let go. The pilgrim had no choice but to lie down, lift the woman,
align her vulva with his penis, and lower her. Sure enough, he ejaculated in one swift motion.

The woman, having obtained this object, was extremely happy. She straddled the pilgrim, thrusting wildly. Her

slender waist swayed, her plump buttocks gently rocked,
her slender waist welcoming the jade pillar, her plump buttocks gently swaying the silver pestle.
Rising and falling, like a dragonfly skimming the water,
hesitant and eager, like a red dragon playing with a pearl.
Her alluring glances were indescribable,
her soft moans ineffable,
making one wonder if the Queen Mother of the West had descended to earth,
yet she sighed, "How could the fairy of the moon compare?

" The woman was unusually passionate, and the traveler felt a pang of pity: "It's been so long since I've done this;
my , it must be because I've aroused her too much
. Oh well! She's a dying woman anyway, let her enjoy herself to the fullest." He thrust his body to meet her, and the woman, unable to resist his advances
, could only moan and groan with delight, her plump, round buttocks swaying wildly, her two large breasts
bobbing in front of her chest, her seductive beauty captivating.

Seeing such a sensual scene, the lesser demons couldn't contain themselves and pounced on her, touching and pinching her.
Although their penises weren't as large as the Monkey King's, they were still monsters who had become spirits, and they had their own merits. Moreover, the woman had
taken an aphrodisiac, and although the Monkey King had already taken her place, she was still not satisfied. When she saw the lesser demons, she
grabbed one and sucked on it with her mouth, making a blowing motion. Another lesser demon saw her anus and inserted it,
which made the woman tremble with pleasure. The other lesser demons just grabbed and played around on her body,
filling in any empty spaces they found. This time, however, made the woman even more happy.

The woman was over thirty, with a full figure. Her vagina was smooth and warm like jade, with a perfect balance of tightness and looseness. When it was
fitted onto the pilgrim's long rod, the pilgrim felt as if he had been given a sudden awakening, experiencing indescribable pleasure throughout his body. The little demons
were all changing positions with each other, but the pilgrim couldn't bear to part with them. He couldn't help but laugh and say, "My little darling, you're working so hard . I'm almost reluctant
to kill you today."

As he spoke, he laid the woman down and showed off his skills to the fullest until the woman was covered in fragrant sweat and
had no idea where she was. She had already lost control several times and was now at the height of her pleasure. The woman screamed,
her body trembled violently, and she fell backward. The pilgrim felt that the woman's vagina was like a leather band
, tightly gripping his penis, and he couldn't pull it out. He knew that she had reached her climax, so he quickly pushed the woman down. As he pulled out his huge rod, he
saw a stream of extremely white and thick semen gush out from her peach blossom spring.

This woman had never experienced such pleasure before. Her limbs went limp, her body went weak, and her heart soared
into the air, leaving her dazed and confused.

The traveler, who had been waiting impatiently, saw his opportunity and, setting aside his tenderness,
pressed his left hand against her chest. With his right hand, he produced a steel knife transformed from a hair. Seeing the woman panting heavily
, he swiftly plunged the knife into her heart, instantly ripping out her vibrant red heart. The woman
didn't die immediately; her limbs thrashed wildly, and she cried out, "My dear son! You've made me so happy!"

It turned out that the woman was experiencing ecstasy, her body limp and unseen. Every one of her 84,000 pores felt relaxed and
comfortable . At this moment, her entire body was filled with pleasure; even the slightest pain only fueled her excitement and
aroused her more. No matter how much you injured her, she would only feel that the knife was too light, and she felt no pain whatsoever.

The pilgrim, having done this many times before, knew that if he killed her now, the woman would not feel any pain, but rather
an unusual pleasure. Seizing the opportunity, he moved the blade downwards, cutting a gash from top to bottom.
With a "plop," her abdomen ruptured and her intestines spilled out. The woman screamed, and a stream
of even , along with urine and feces. She trembled all over, clearly experiencing
extreme pleasure. At this moment, her soul flew to the Heaven of Separation.

The pilgrim ignored her, swiftly expelling all her internal organs in an instant. The woman
was now completely empty, only a hollow stomach remaining. He threw her into a mountain spring, quickly
washing her clean with the water. Then, he skewered her with a long spear, placed her on a rack to roast, and
casually added seasonings.

The pilgrim was very skilled at these tasks; his movements were incredibly swift. Even as the fire was lit, the
woman still wore a smile. He knew that when he killed her, she would inevitably climax, and since she couldn't see her own
body , her desire wouldn't have subsided before she lost consciousness. Only meat cooked in this way would taste truly delicious.

The lesser demons were stunned and filled with admiration at the pilgrim's skill.

After roasting for a short while, the aroma of the meat filled the air, and all the demons drooled. The woman, after
being roasted by the pilgrim, was now golden brown and covered in fat, indeed exuding a rich fragrance—quite different from when she was alive. How
so ? A poem testifies to this: "

I was a passionate and alluring woman, a smile that could topple kingdoms;
Her beauty, like jade, left only regret; A cruel hand destroyed her, so pitiful;
Her soul still yearned for love; Her jade body was offered to the five internal organs;
To cherish her delicate face, I gently roasted her over a low flame; The aroma of her flesh still carried the scent
of her perfume; Her overflowing fat stirred my stomach; Her soft, tender
skin offered a lingering taste; Her large, soft breasts, her ten
jade-like fingers crisp and fragrant; Most captivating was her vulva, plump and delicious, leaving a lingering fragrance on my teeth; In a moment,
all the beautiful flesh was gone, leaving only a skeleton facing the twilight."

The traveler, seeing the time was right, immediately removed the woman from the fire, then took out a steel knife. Being quick
, he sliced off her vulva with a single stroke, and devoured it, finding it crisp and refreshing—truly
a delicacy among men.

It turned out that of all the parts of a woman's body, the most delicious was her vulva. Why? Because of its naturally soft,
thick, and fatty texture, and its resilience, and because it has never seen the light of day, unlike other places where it bears the marks of time, and because it has a
unique and fragrant aroma, and is believed to have nourishing and invigorating effects, it is considered delicious. The traveler, already aware of its appeal, did
not hesitate and went straight for the food.

The lesser demons, smelling the aroma, could no longer resist. They were initially unsure if the meat was cooked, but when they saw the traveler begin,
they surged forward, scrambling and fighting, cutting off thighs and decapitating people. A chorus of "crunching" filled
the air as in a flash, dismembering a perfectly healthy woman into an unrecognizable form, swallowing her whole, and feasting to their hearts' content, praising
the traveler's culinary skills.

The clever and quick-witted Monkey King, seeing this, seized the opportunity to inquire, "Brothers, where did you
come from ?"

At this point, the group of lesser demons no longer suspected him, and one of them replied, "We are here on the orders of the King
to transport these women from the capital of Lion Camel Kingdom."

Upon hearing this, the Monkey King immediately retorted, "Nonsense! Lion Camel Kingdom is a kingdom; how could you possibly allow yourselves to abduct women from another country
like this ?"

The little demon said, "So you don't know? My Third King didn't originally live here. Five hundred miles away, there's
a Lion Camel Kingdom. My Third King occupied that city a hundred years ago, treating everyone in the kingdom like fat pigs, eating
people all the time. These days, because he lives here, all the living people in these mountains have already been eaten clean by my King. Therefore, he wants us to
bring some fat pigs from the Lion Camel Kingdom to fill our stomachs."

Upon hearing this, the traveler was astonished: "What a powerful demon!" But he laughed and said...
"How could I not know? But to be honest, brothers, Tang Sanzang will be arriving in a few days. The King has ordered that Sun Wukong is adept
at transformation, and fearing he might disguise himself as one of our own, he has ordered us patrolling the mountain to question everyone we see to see if
any of you are imposters."

Hearing that he was referring to the Eye of the Sea, the lesser demons had no more doubts and all said, "We are all genuine."

The Monkey King said, "Since you are genuine, what are my King's abilities? Tell us."

The lesser demons, having no other choice, said, "Our mountain range is called the Eight Hundred Li Lion Camel Ridge. We have three
Kings , the eldest and the second eldest are..." "My eldest king, who has lived here for a long time, is incredibly powerful. Years ago, because we
didn't , he flew into a rage and tried to seize heaven, swallowing 100,000 heavenly soldiers in one gulp. My second king is highly skilled in martial arts;
his nose is like a dragon's, and even the bravest heroes will be annihilated if caught in its coils. My third king is
no ordinary monster either; he can move with the wind and sea, sweeping north and south. He also possesses a treasure called the Yin-Yang Two Qi Bottle;
if an ordinary person is caught in this bottle, they will be turned into pus in no time."

The traveler listened, secretly alarmed: "The others are all fine, but I must be careful..." "That bottle of his." He then
replied , "The three kings have such abilities, but I wonder which king wants to eat Tang Sanzang?"

The little demon laughed, "Brother, don't you even know this? This Tang Sanzang is a good man who has cultivated for ten lifetimes. Eating
a piece of flesh will grant you immortality for a thousand years. Who on the journey to the West doesn't want to eat him? My third king was originally in the Lion Camel Kingdom. It was precisely because
he was afraid that Sun Wukong was too powerful and that he couldn't defeat him that he formed a sworn brotherhood with my eldest king and second king, and joined forces
to capture Tang Sanzang."

Upon hearing this, the Monkey King was furious and said, "This wicked demon is so rude! How could he scheme to eat my man like this?" "With a hateful
cry, he used a trick to blind the women in the cart. Then, with a swift movement, he raised his
iron rod and slammed it down on the heads of the group of lesser demons. The poor demons were instantly reduced to a pulp. As the traveler
searched the demon corpses, he found a plaque in the waist of the leader with three small characters engraved on it: "Little Drill
Wind." He thought to himself, "This must be the name of that little demon." He transformed himself into the
same . He then plucked a few hairs and transformed them into other little demons, and continued to escort the cart of women along the road.

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