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Chapter 128 Xu Xian Invites Zhen Yuanzi, Tang Sanzang Visits Wuzhuang Temple

Beiju Luzhou, atop Mount Buzhou.

Chaotic clouds, like ancient flowing water, surrounded the broken and crumbling peaks of the Heavenly Pillar.

The mountain breeze sweeps by, stirring not the clamor of the mortal world, but the serene and peaceful Taoist charm left over from the creation of the world.

Every inch of rock and every wisp of cloud exudes a naturally sacred aura.

Xu Xian sat upright on a primordial primordial jade futon.

The plain white Taoist robe hung down like still water and flowing clouds, untouched by any dust.

The lotus lanterns hung slightly overhead, casting a soft, pale golden light.

It protects the whole body with a peaceful atmosphere.

The Hunyuan Taiyi Sword lay quietly on the stone platform beside him, its faint chime concealing its sharpness.

It coexists and blends with the aura of Buzhou Mountain.

He closed his eyes slightly and gently twirled ancient Taoist incantations with his fingertips.

His divine sense, like a boundless ocean, slowly broke through the clouds and reached the very source of heaven and earth.

Go and touch the most fundamental flow of Qi between heaven and earth.

The energy of heaven and earth flowed slowly, and a wisp of profound Daoist sound originating from Yu Yu Tian in the Shangqing Realm fell into the depths of Xu Xian's consciousness.

Xu Xian was investigating the matter of Yuanshi Tianzun revealing the Hunyuan Dao Fruit.

The Primordial Celestial Venerable's exposition of the Primordial Dao Fruit in the Jade Purity Realm was a preordained opportunity within the established order.

They should have invited Zhen Yuanzi to listen to the lecture before Tang Sanzang and his disciples arrived at Wuzhuang Temple.

However, because Xu Xian was unaware of the route to the West, Tang Sanzang and his disciples' journey started much later than planned.

In addition, there was the matter of Xu Xian discussing Taoism with Zhenyuan Daxian.

Layer upon layer of butterfly effects intertwine, and time and light subtly shift.

This resulted in the day when Yuanshi Tianzun preached being postponed by more than three months.

Xu Xian opened his eyes and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

Clearly, the task of deducing the Supreme Heaven was putting him under considerable pressure.

"Fortunately, we'll make it in time."

"Next, we must ensure the successful completion of the calamity at Wuzhuang Temple."

At this moment, Tang Sanzang and his disciples had already followed the established path in the original story, traversing desolate mountains and wilderness.

We arrived at the foot of the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain in Xiniuhezhou.

Xu Xian gently tapped the jade prayer mat with his fingertips, the sound clear and melodious, echoing across the mountain peak.

"The cycle of cause and effect is predetermined."

"If Zhenyuan Daxian does not attend the sermon by Yuanshi Tianzun and personally welcome the guests, the calamity that should have been there will surely be disrupted."

"Why not invite him to Buzhou Mountain, to enjoy some spiritual tea together, and then discuss the great principles of heaven and earth?"

"It not only followed the arduous journey of Tang Sanzang and his disciples, but also fulfilled my Daoist friendship with him, achieving two goals at once."

After saying this, Xu Xian flicked his finger lightly.

A warm and incomparably gentle golden light burst forth from the fingertip.

It transformed into a communication talisman engraved with chaotic Dao patterns.

It carried no trace of divine pressure, only pure warmth of Daoist friendship.

Breaking through layers of clouds, crossing thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

We flew directly to the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain in Xiniuhezhou.

Wherever the celestial talisman passed, the clouds and mist parted automatically, birds and beasts bowed their heads, and the world became peaceful and serene.

It fully displays the composure and demeanor of an unparalleled immortal.

Xiniuhezhou, Wanshou Mountain.

This mountain is a rare and blessed land in the Three Realms.

The ethereal mist was almost tangible, and the fragrance of the spirit wafted for miles.

The mountain is covered with ancient cypress and pine trees that reach for the sky and block out the sun, exotic flowers and rare herbs bloom all year round, and streams flow gently, playing a natural melody.

At the very center of the mountain peak, Wuzhuang Temple stands quietly, its green bricks and gray tiles covered with auspicious clouds.

The ginseng fruit tree in front of the temple is an innate spiritual root, standing tall and spreading out like a canopy, with each of its three thousand six hundred leaves shimmering with golden light.

Thirty-six ripe ginseng fruits hung from the branches, resembling children under three years old.

It has all five senses and its limbs move slightly.

Its exotic fragrance travels for miles; a single whiff is more potent than a hundred years of cultivation in the mortal realm.

Inside the main hall of Wuzhuang Temple, the air was filled with the fragrance of sandalwood, creating a serene and elegant atmosphere.

Zhen Yuanzi wore a purple-gold immortal robe with the Eight Trigrams symbol, a jade crown on his head, and had an ancient and dignified face.

He was sitting upright on a prayer mat in the main hall.

As the ancestor of all earthly immortals, he did not worship the Three Pure Ones or pay homage to the Four Emperors, but only revered Heaven and Earth.

His cultivation was unfathomable, and he had long since comprehended most of the causes and effects of the Three Realms.

Just then, a warm, clear light suddenly broke through the air and landed directly in the hall.

The voice that transformed into Xu Xian's was gentle, pleasant to the ear, and crystal clear.

"Zhenyuan Daxian, the Primordial Lord's sermon was delayed, and the timeline was shifted."

"Why not temporarily abandon our journey and come to Mount Buzhou, where we can taste the Chaos Spirit Tea together, discuss the Dao Fruits of Heaven and Earth, and quietly await the tribulation to unfold on its own?"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi stroked his beard and laughed loudly, his voice echoing throughout the hall, his eyes filled with delight and approval.

"Master Xu is insightful about cause and effect, and his thoughts are thorough; this invitation is exactly what I need!"

"I am worried that the order of time will be disrupted, which may interfere with the destiny of the pilgrimage. This trip to Buzhou Mountain is not only to discuss the Dao, but also to fulfill the destiny of heaven and earth!"

He immediately raised his hand and gently tapped the jade chime on the side of the hall.

"clang""

The clear, melodious sound of the chime echoed through the temple as two petite yet agile figures strode into the main hall.

These are Qingfeng and Mingyue, the two closest immortal children under Zhen Yuanzi's command.

Qingfeng is 1,320 years old, and Mingyue is 1,200 years old.

They are all promising immortals with extraordinary talent and a solid foundation in the Dao.

He followed Zhen Yuanzi in cultivation from a young age and was in charge of the ginseng fruit tree and all affairs of the temple.

The two children stood respectfully below the hall, their heads bowed.

"Disciples Qingfeng and Mingyue greet Master!"

Zhen Yuanzi sat upright in the hall, his voice authoritative yet gentle, giving clear instructions word by word.

"You two stay at Wuzhuang Temple. I have been invited by the great immortal Xu Xian of Buzhou Mountain to go there for tea and discussion, so I will be leaving the temple temporarily."

"Within a few days, the Tang Monk and his disciples from the Great Tang Dynasty of the East, on their journey to the Western Paradise to obtain Buddhist scriptures, will arrive here."

"That Tang Sanzang is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi. I had a chance to meet him on Mount Ling years ago."

"When he comes to visit, you two can take two ginseng fruits, put them on a jade plate, and give them to him to satisfy his hunger and thirst, so as to preserve our old friendship."

At this point, Zhen Yuanzi's expression turned slightly solemn, and he gave repeated instructions.

"Remember these three things."

"First, it should only be given to Tang Sanzang, not to his three disciples."

"Secondly, one should not argue or quarrel with others, nor should one bully the weak."

"Third, we must guard the entrance to the temple and protect the ginseng fruit tree, as this is the temple's innate spiritual root, and it must not be damaged in the slightest."

The gentle breeze and the bright moon bowed deeply and accepted the order with clasped hands.

"This disciple will humbly obey Master's decree! I would never dare to be negligent in the slightest!"

Zhen Yuanzi looked up again and gazed at the ginseng fruit tree outside the temple, which stood tall and spreading like a canopy.

The branches of the ginseng fruit tree trembled slightly, as if in response.

"Let's put on a show."

Zhen Daxian murmured something, then stepped onto a golden auspicious cloud.

His body trembled with the aura of a celestial being, transforming into a golden light that pierced through the clouds.

They sped straight north towards Buzhou Mountain in Julu Continent.

At the foot of Longevity Hill, along the winding ancient road.

The four members of the Tang Monk's group, leading the white dragon horse, were walking step by step towards the mountain peak.

Tang Sanzang, draped in a brocade cassock and holding a nine-ringed staff, sat atop a white dragon horse.

His face was compassionate, and his eyes were slightly lowered.

He muttered incantations throughout the journey, his mind steadfast, unmoved by the surrounding scenery.

Having gone through the tribulations of accepting disciples at Liusha River and being tested by the Four Sages, his resolve in the Dao became increasingly firm.

With one heart set on the West, seeking the true scriptures to save all living beings in the East.

Sun Wukong, carrying his Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), walked at the very front of the procession.

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he scanned the auspicious clouds and mist covering the mountain, already seeing through the immortal origins of this mountain.

I felt slightly relieved.

He walked with light steps, occasionally sweeping away the thorns by the roadside with his stick to protect his master as he walked.

Pigsy carried his nine-toothed rake, his fat face dripping with sweat, panting heavily.

Its big ears drooped, and it would pant heavily after taking a few steps.

His worldly desires remained unfulfilled, and he complained all the way about the arduous journey and his constant hunger.

However, after being tested by the Four Sages to test his mind, he dared not act recklessly again.

They could only hang their heads and follow in the middle of the group, occasionally looking around for food.

Sha Wujing carried a full load of luggage, his steps steady and unwavering, working tirelessly without complaint.

He was originally a general who rolled up the curtains, but after being demoted to the mortal world, he converted to Buddhism. He was honest, kind, and taciturn.

His eyes remained fixed on Tang Sanzang, never leaving him, as if afraid that his master might suffer even the slightest mishap, showing his utmost loyalty in protecting his master.

The white dragon horse was exceptionally swift and majestic, its four hooves treading on clouds, steadily carrying Tang Sanzang, neither arrogant nor impatient, slowly moving forward along the mountain path.

When the four of them reached the mountainside, Tang Sanzang reined in his white dragon horse and looked up at the mountain peak.

Auspicious clouds swirled around, and cranes soared through the air.

The mountain's spiritual energy is palpable.

Tang Sanzang couldn't help but clasp his hands together, slightly open his eyes, and sincerely admire him.

"Amitabha! This mountain is exceptionally beautiful and shrouded in celestial energy; it is no ordinary mountain. Surely, some ancient, enlightened sage lived in seclusion here."

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Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong turned his head and grinned, his voice light and cheerful.

"Master, this mountain is no ordinary sacred mountain, and the master of the temple is an extraordinary figure!"

Upon hearing this, Pigsy's eyes lit up, and all the fatigue on his fat face vanished.

He quickly came forward, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled.

"An extraordinary person? They must possess countless rare and exotic fruits, delicious vegetarian meals, and even treasures that grant immortality!"

"After enduring wind and rain all this way, I, Old Pig, can finally have a proper meal!"

Sha Wujing, holding the reins of the white horse, spoke in a deep voice, his tone respectful.

"Master, this temple is filled with auspicious energy, and its owner is of noble status. We should approach with respect and observe proper etiquette, and not lose face as monks and pilgrims."

Tang Sanzang nodded repeatedly, straightening his brocade cassock and adjusting his monk's hat. Holding his nine-ringed staff, his expression became even more respectful.

Step by step, we ascended the bluestone steps leading to Wuzhuang Temple.

On both sides of the stone steps, spiritual herbs were everywhere, and a unique fragrance filled the air.

Butterflies flutter around exotic flowers, and clear springs flow along the mountain rocks.

Every step reveals a new scene, each exuding an ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere.

Before long, the four of them arrived at the gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

The vermilion gate of the temple was tightly closed, and above the gate was a black and gold plaque with the three powerful and ancient characters "Wuzhuang Temple" engraved on it.

The brushstrokes flow like dragons and snakes, exuding an eternal majesty.

On either side of the main gate hangs a black couplet, its gilded characters gleaming brightly.

The immortal abode of eternal life, the Taoist home of living as long as heaven.

When Sun Wukong saw the couplet, he secretly laughed at the arrogance of the people here, but he remained silent.

He stood quietly to one side, waiting for his master to come forward and knock on the door.

Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together, slowly stepped forward, and gently knocked on the bronze ring on the door.

A moment later, light footsteps could be heard from inside the temple.

"Squeak!"

With a soft sound, the vermilion gate of the temple slowly opened.

Two boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue, carrying whisks and dressed in blue Taoist robes, stepped out.

The two boys had arrogant expressions, their eyes and brows exuding the haughtiness of direct disciples of the ancestor of earth immortals. They nodded slightly to Tang Sanzang, their tone calm yet polite.

"Are you the Venerable Tang Monk, the monk from the Great Tang Dynasty who traveled to the Western Paradise to seek Buddhist scriptures?"

Tang Sanzang quickly put his palms together, bowed, and spoke in a kind and gentle voice.

"It is indeed this humble monk who greets the two celestial children."

Mingyue held a whisk, gently waved it, and spoke.

"My master, Zhenyuan Daxian, was invited by Xu Xian Daxian of Buzhou Mountain to go to Buzhou Mountain to enjoy tea and discuss Taoism. He temporarily left the temple and specifically instructed the two of us to wait for the elder here."

Qingfeng took over the conversation, his tone remaining calm.

"Our master said that the elder is the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, and we have a past relationship with him. He specially ordered the two of us to take two ginseng fruits and give them to the elder to satisfy his hunger, so as to maintain our old friendship. Please come with us into the temple."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang was deeply grateful and thanked the two boys repeatedly. He then followed them into the Wuzhuang Temple.

As the four of them entered the temple, they were immediately enveloped by a serene and peaceful atmosphere.

The inner courtyard is elegant, with blue bricks paving the ground.

Exotic flowers and rare herbs adorn the courtyard, while pavilions and towers are arranged in a pleasing and orderly fashion.

The fragrant smoke from the cigarettes was soothing and pleasant.

There was none of the hustle and bustle of ordinary houses, only the solemnity and tranquility of the celestial temple.

The two boys led Tang Sanzang into the main hall, where the furnishings were simple yet dignified.

The statues enshrined in the center are not the Three Pure Ones and Four Emperors, nor the Five Elders of the Five Directions, but only a golden plaque with the words "Heaven and Earth" written on it.

This fully demonstrates Zhen Yuanzi's arrogance—that he does not worship the heavens but only respects the heavens and earth.

Pigsy and Sandy stood on either side of Tang Sanzang, heads bowed, not daring to look around.

The two attendants, Qingfeng and Mingyue, invited Tang Sanzang to sit on the prayer mat in the main hall, then turned and went into the alchemy room at the back.

Before long, the two men emerged carrying a tray of mutton-fat jade.

On the tray, two ginseng fruits were placed quietly.

The ginseng fruit is pure white and resembles a child under three years old.

Its facial features are distinct, its hands and feet move slightly, and it seems to be breathing through its mouth and nose.

A unique fragrance wafts up, filling the nostrils and instantly refreshing the mind and spirit, subtly stirring one's magical powers.

Tang Sanzang looked up and was immediately terrified, his face turning ashen and pale. He clasped his hands together and took several steps back.

With eyes tightly closed, he chanted Buddhist mantras single-mindedly, his whole body trembling slightly.

"Amitabha! Forgive me, forgive me! This is a living, breathing fetus!"

"How dare you two, so young, take a live fetus and entertain guests here?"

"This humble monk is a monk who observes vegetarianism, chants Buddhist scriptures, abstains from killing, and releases living beings. I would never dare to eat such things! Absolutely not!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue exchanged a glance, secretly laughing at Tang Sanzang's foolishness and stubbornness, unaware of his innate spiritual root.

However, because this monk had a past relationship with his master, he had no choice but to patiently step forward and explain.

"Elder, you are mistaken! This is not a child, but the fruit of the ginseng fruit tree with innate spiritual roots in our temple!"

"It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature!"

"Just smelling it will grant you 360 years of life, and eating one will grant you 47,000 years!"

"This is a supreme immortal fruit that my master specially gifted to you!"

Tang Sanzang refused to believe it, thinking that the two boys were deliberately deceiving him. He kept his eyes tightly closed, his hands clasped together, and chanted Buddhist prayers loudly.

The two children tried to persuade him repeatedly, but seeing that Tang Sanzang was stubborn and wouldn't listen to reason, they couldn't help but feel resentful.

Their faces darkened, and their tone turned cold.

"That monk is so tactless!"

"My master meant well by giving him a rare spiritual fruit that appears only once in ten thousand years, but he treated it as something malicious."

"How utterly foolish! What a waste of a divine treasure!"

"Since he absolutely refuses to eat, then it's our treat!"

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