The ginseng fruit tree that had grown for an unknown amount of time suddenly collapsed without any warning.
The two little Taoist boys Qingfeng and Mingyue almost fainted from fright. This was a huge disaster.
As for Sun Wukong who was closest to the ginseng fruit tree, he was even more confused and didn't know why.
At this time, about a hundred or so fruits on the tree melted into the soil and disappeared.
"Master, Great Immortal, do you believe that I, Old Sun, say I don't know anything?"
Sun Wukong scratched his head and spread his hands?
"..." Xuanzang.
"!
Monkey, you..."
Bajie wanted to say something, but finally swallowed it.
After living in heaven for so many years, no one knew that some of them had fallen into the trap.
There are many ways to get you into trouble. Even if the process is different, the result will be the same.
"Monkey, you must have used magic to secretly destroy the ginseng fruit tree."
Qingfeng and Mingyue stared at Sun Wukong together.
"Don't accuse me unfairly, good monkey, I am not a vegetarian." Sun Wukong warned.
"...Brother Taoist, what do you think?" Xuanzang said slowly.
Although he understood that he had fallen into a trap, Wuzhuang Temple was Zhen Yuanzi's territory, so he didn't do anything.
Zhen Yuanzi flicked the whisk in his hand and saw that Sun Wukong's entire body was restrained and unable to move.
Not only that, Bajie, Little White Dragon, and Black Bear were all restrained.
Sun Wukong used seventy-two magical powers to change the size of his body, but he still couldn't get rid of his imprisonment.
Even the soul was suppressed, and he couldn't use any of his magic power.
Sun Wukong's eyes widened and he looked in shock at Zhen Yuanzi, who had an unfathomable immortality in front of him.
Is this man so powerful?
Without making a move, he, the Monkey King, lost all resistance in just a few clicks.
This is more terrifying than the magic stick of Buddha.
"Sun Wukong, don't waste your efforts. You can't break through Pindao's magic power." Zhen Yuanzi said.
Xuanzang was not restrained and said:
"Brother Zhenyuan, what do you mean?"
Zhen Yuanzi looked calm, as if he had everything under control, and said with confidence:
"Xuan Zang, you are my old friend. I entertained you kindly, but your apprentice destroyed my precious tree. You are making it very difficult for me.
The ginseng fruit tree is an innate spiritual root, unparalleled in the world, and I don’t need to say more about its preciousness.”
"Fart, old Taoist, don't make false accusations against me. I just touched it. Who knew it couldn't help touching it and fell down on its own? This is obviously a mistake." Sun Wukong argued.
"Great Immortal Zhenyuan, you are the ancestor of earthly immortals and a famous figure in ancient times. As immortals, we cannot be so unreasonable." Bajie couldn't help but say.
"That's right, that's right. It clearly poured it on its own and has nothing to do with senior brother." Xiao Bailong said.
"Hahaha, you are right. If Pindao reports this matter to heaven, I am the ancestor of the earthly immortals.
You tell me, does Heaven believe in me or you?" Zhen Yuanzi said.
"Of course I believe you." Bajie drooped his head, feeling hopeless.
"My old grandson doesn't believe there is no justice in this world. Old Taoist, if you dare, kill me, or sooner or later I will knock you to death with a stick." Sun Wukong glared at Zhen Yuanzi fiercely.
"Sun Wukong, it's just you? Even if I give you a few more Yuanhui time, you won't be able to deal with me.
Although you have an indestructible body, you are not indestructible."
After saying that, a golden lotus fire appeared in Zhen Yuanzi's hand.
Although the golden Dao fire is only as big as a palm, its surface is covered with Dao patterns and the flames are burning fiercely.
When Sun Wukong saw this, he felt that his soul was moving.
Compared to the true fire of Samadhi in Laojun's Bagua furnace, this flame was so terrifying.
"This is the Great Luo Dao Fire, which is composed of the three flowers on the top and the five qi in the chest fused with the chaotic flames.
Not to mention you, even Daluo Jinxian can be burned to death and never recover." Zhen Yuanzi said.
Although he was very afraid of the fire, Sun Wukong still gritted his teeth and said: "Don't scare me with this fire. If I frown, I am not the Monkey King."
"Forget it, Sun Wukong. If you destroy my ginseng fruit tree, I will sacrifice you to the tree."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Yuanzi raised his hand, and the Great Luo Dao Fire engulfed Sun Wukong.
"Monkey, get away quickly." Bajie shouted quickly.
"Big Brother." Black Bear and Little White Dragon exclaimed,
Sun Wukong's eyes widened, and in the depths of his eyes, the Great Luo Dao Fire kept approaching, and as long as it touched him, it would be destroyed in ashes.
At the critical moment, Xuanzang used the vertical golden light to appear in front of Sun Wukong. A banana fan appeared in his hand and he slammed it.
call!
All of a sudden, the wind blew violently, and ghosts cried and wolves howled!
The banana fan condenses the power of the twelfth yin and turns it into the yin wind to disperse the Taoist fire.
It’s just that the Great Luo Dao Fire is not the True Fire of Samadhi!
Although it was blown away, the flame did not go out, and it condensed into a ball and floated in the air.
Xuanzang gathered his magic power, covered his master and disciples, and said:
"Zhen Yuanzi, don't say that Wukong didn't push down the ginseng fruit tree. Even if he did push it down, he is still my disciple.
If you want to touch my apprentice, you have to get through me first."
"master."
Sun Wukong stared at Xuanzang's back and was greatly moved.
Zhen Yuanzi's eyes changed slightly and he said:
"Xuan Zang, offending me for a monster monkey is not a good choice."
"Are you making this difficult for me?"
"If it's difficult to handle, then don't do it."
Xuanzang scolded, but he did not save face for Zhen Yuanzi.
Anyway, this is a game, or a dead game with no result.
It's better to let the storm come more violently!
"Why!"
"Xuan Zang, you forced me to do this."
After saying that, Zhen Yuanzi waved his hands and sleeves, and a spatial vortex appeared in the void, swallowing Xuanzang and others directly.
This is the Qiankun in the Sleeve, which is a supreme space magical power that can absorb all things and is no less powerful than the thirty-six miles of Tiangang.
"Master, the ginseng fruit tree has fallen, what should I do? Is there any way to remedy it?"
Qingfeng Mingyue approached and said.
"It's not a big problem."
Zhen Yuanzi shook his fly whisk and walked towards the Taoist temple.
…
The universe in the sleeves.
Xuanzang and the others seemed to be in a desolate space. There was no light, no stars, no sun and moon, and they could not feel the passage of time.
Sun Wukong, Bajie, and Xiao Bailong are no longer bound.
Sun Wukong did dozens of somersaults, but in the end he returned to the same place and could not get out at all.
"Monkey, don't mess with it. The universe in the sleeve is a world of its own. It is a famous magical power.
It's the same principle as when you couldn't find Tathagata Buddha's Five Fingers Mountain.
Moreover, Zhen Yuanzi is much scarier than Buddha.
That Tathagata is just a junior in front of him," Bajie said.
Hearing this, Sun Wukong was very unwilling and said:
"Hey, it's all my fault for being cunning, but master, I really didn't destroy the ginseng tree. It fell down on its own."
"It's a blessing, not a curse. It's a curse that cannot be avoided," Xuanzang said.
"That's right, it doesn't matter whether you pushed the monkey or not. What matters is that the tree has fallen. We need someone to take the blame, and you, monkey, are the best candidate." Bajie said.
"Why is it my old grandson?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, irritated.
"Ahem, it's because monkeys are causing trouble. Back then, you made a big fuss in the underworld and destroyed the Book of Life and Death. Maybe you thought you really did something to the King of Hell. In fact, those books of Life and Death that you destroyed were all the bad debts left by the King of Hell.
We need someone to step up and settle these bad debts.
The same is true now in Wuzhuang Temple. It is estimated that 80% of the ginseng fruit trees have been damaged long ago." Bajie said.