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Chapter 130, Wuzhuang Temple, concludes; Lady White Bone is about to begin...

The breeze trembled as it rushed to the fruit tree.

His eyes were fixed on the branches, counting each fruit one by one.

"one two three----"

After counting the breeze, everything went black before my eyes, and I almost collapsed.

He leaned against the tree trunk, his eyes red, and roared, "Few! Really few! Four are missing!"

Upon hearing this, Mingyue was startled.

She quickly started counting too.

I counted it three times, and it was the same every time.

"Four are really missing —"

Mingyue's voice was choked with sobs, and tears welled up instantly.

"If Master finds out, we'll definitely be expelled from the sect, or even reduced to our original forms!"

The two examined the tree carefully.

There are some traces on the sacred soil.

A few golden monkey hairs lay on the ground.

"It's that Monkey King!"

Qingfeng recognized Houmao at a glance, gritted his teeth, and was burning with rage.

"He must have stolen it! Who else but him could have the skill to sneak in and steal fruit without anyone noticing!"

"And that Tang Sanzang!" Mingyue wiped away her tears and said angrily.

"We kindly gave him the magical fruit, but he didn't appreciate it; instead, his disciple stole ours!"

"Let's go! Let's settle the score with them!"

Qingfeng gripped the whisk tightly, until the handle turned white from his grip.

"I can't swallow this! I'm going to give them a piece of my mind!"

Mingyue nodded, wiped away her tears, her eyes filled with anger.

The two turned around and quickly left the orchard.

He headed straight for the guest rooms in the front yard, his footsteps pounding, filled with boundless anger.

In the front courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple, outside the guest room door.

Qingfeng and Mingyue, two children, stood at the door.

Before even opening the door, he pointed at the guest room and started cursing.

"Listen up, you bald monks inside!" Qingfeng's voice was sharp and filled with anger.

"You ungrateful monk on your pilgrimage!"

"Our master, out of kindness and out of consideration for Jin Chanzi, gifted you the ginseng fruit! And you, of all people, allow your disciple to steal our sacred fruit!"

Mingyue chimed in, "That Sun Wukong is a thieving monkey! He stole four of our ginseng fruits and dares to pretend nothing happened."

"You bunch of thieving monks! You thieving monks! Today we will settle accounts with you!"

The two exchanged increasingly heated words, their insults growing louder and louder.

Every word and phrase was like a knife, piercing the doorway.

In the guest room.

Tang Sanzang was chanting scriptures when he heard the cursing and immediately opened his eyes.

His face turned pale, and the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand fell to the ground with a "clatter".

"Wukong!"

Tang Sanzang's voice trembled as he hurriedly called to Sun Wukong, "Outside—why are those two celestial boys outside hurling such insults?"

Sun Wukong and the other two exchanged glances.

Even knowing that his scheme had been exposed, he remained calm.

Sun Wukong stood up, patted his clothes, and said, "Master, things have come to this point, and we can't hide it anymore."

"It was I, Old Sun, who picked their ginseng fruit and shared it with Pigsy and Sandy."

"you!"

Tang Sanzang was so angry that he trembled all over and pointed at Sun Wukong.

"I repeatedly warned you to observe proper etiquette and not to touch other people's things! How dare you steal their immortal fruit!"

"Master, please calm down," Sha Wujing quickly advised.

"Our senior brother meant well; he wanted us to taste the immortal fruit and improve our cultivation."

"Good intentions? This is theft!" Tang Sanzang's face turned ashen with anger.

"Buddhist disciples must abstain from stealing and lying! You have broken a grave precept!"

The curses outside the door grew increasingly offensive.

"You thieving monkey! You stole four fruits, and you dare to deny it!"

"The bald monk master has taught a thieving monkey disciple! Truly, the upper beam is crooked, and the lower beam is crooked too!"

"If you don't hand over the fruit and apologize today, don't even think about leaving Wuzhuang Temple!"

As Sun Wukong listened to these words, his brows gradually furrowed.

He was most intolerant of being mistreated in his life.

He once wreaked havoc in the Heavenly Palace, and even the Jade Emperor gave him some leeway. Now, he's being insulted by two thousand-year-old Daoist boys.

He clenched his fist, sparks flying in his eyes.

"I, Old Sun, only picked three, and shared them with Pigsy and Sandy!"

Sun Wukong opened the door, stood in the doorway, and shouted at Qingfeng and Mingyue, "You insist on saying four, and insult me ​​for no reason!"

What is our reasoning?

"You dare to deny it!"

Qingfeng pointed at his nose and shouted angrily, "We counted them ourselves, four are missing! There are still your monkey hairs under the tree, and you still want to argue?"

"Exactly!" Mingyue exclaimed. "You must have eaten one and hidden another! A thieving monkey is a thieving monkey, stealing things and still daring to talk back!"

The two of them went back and forth, their insults becoming increasingly vulgar.

They labeled Sun Wukong with all sorts of terms, like "mischievous monkey," "thieving monk," and "shameless."

Sun Wukong's anger grew stronger and stronger.

He was already unruly, and had never suffered such injustice before.

He thought to himself, "These two young Taoist boys are so rude!"

"I only ate three, but they insist I ate four, and they even insulted my master and me, Old Sun!"

"If we don't show them what I'm capable of, they won't know the power of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven!"

Sun Wukong took a deep breath.

He plucked a single hair from the back of his head and held it between his fingers.

He blew a breath of magic and shouted, "Transform!"

The hair transformed into a monkey that looked exactly like him, standing beside Tang Sanzang with its head bowed.

Its true form swayed slightly and transformed into a golden light.

They quietly jumped out of the guest room and headed straight for the ginseng and fruit orchard in the backyard.

The ginseng fruit orchard in the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple.

With a flash of golden light, Sun Wukong appeared.

He stood under the ginseng fruit tree, burning with rage.

"You damned Wuzhuang Temple! You damned Qingfeng and Mingyue!"

He roared and pulled the golden cudgel from his ear.

With a sway in the wind, a shout rang out: "Long!"

The golden cudgel instantly transformed into a size as thick as a bowl and twelve feet long.

It gleamed with golden light, carrying immense power.

Sun Wukong gripped the golden cudgel with both hands.

With a burst of strength from both arms, he slammed his fist into the ginseng fruit tree.

"Bang!"

A loud bang shook the entire orchard.

Although the ginseng fruit tree is a naturally occurring spiritual root, it is deeply rooted.

But it couldn't withstand the divine power of the Monkey King, nor could it withstand the 13,500-pound golden cudgel.

There was a crisp "snap" sound.

The trunk broke off at the base.

The entire tree, covered in golden leaves, crashed to the ground.

The branches and leaves broke, making a "crackling" sound.

Golden leaves fell like rain.

The remaining ginseng fruits on the tree.

As soon as the tree falls, it immediately detaches from the branch.

They burrowed into the ground with a "puff puff puff" sound and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Sun Wukong looked at the fallen fruit tree.

The tree root broke off, revealing a dense network of roots, which were covered with spiritual soil and gradually lost their luster.

The branches and leaves withered, and the golden leaves slowly turned yellow.

His anger subsided slightly.

"You dare insult me, Old Sun! You dare bully me so much, relying on your spiritual roots!"

Sun Wukong put away the golden cudgel, shrunk it into an embroidery needle, and hid it back in his ear.

His figure flickered and transformed into a golden light.

They quietly returned to their guest room.

The monkey that had transformed from a hair immediately turned back into a hair and flew back behind his head when it saw his true form return.

Sun Wukong remained standing beside Tang Sanzang.

He kept his head down, as if he hadn't done anything at all.

Qingfeng and Mingyue cursed for half a day.

Seeing that the monkey in the guest room was just bowing its head and remaining silent, they assumed that he was in the wrong and dared not reply.

"Hmph, he must know he's in the wrong and doesn't dare to say a word," Qingfeng sneered.

"Let's go to the garden and take another look," Mingyue said. "We mustn't lose any more fruit, or it will be even harder to explain to our master."

The two suppressed their anger and turned to walk towards the backyard.

I had just arrived at the entrance of the ginseng fruit orchard.

Then, a faint scent of withered grass and trees wafted from the garden.

Qingfeng's heart sank; he had a bad feeling.

He pushed open the garden gate.

Upon seeing this, the two were struck dumb, frozen in place.

That ginseng fruit tree, tall and graceful, evergreen for millennia.

It is currently lying horizontally on the ground.

The trunk is broken, and the roots are exposed.

The branches and leaves were withered and yellow, scattered all over the ground.

The entire garden was in a mess.

"The tree—the tree has fallen—"

The sound of the breeze was hoarse, as if someone had been choked.

He staggered into the garden and lunged at the fruit trees.

Touching the withered tree trunk, tears fell like beads from a broken string.

"It's over—it's all over—"

Mingyue rushed into the garden and trembled as she looked at the fallen fruit trees.

She collapsed to the ground, wailing, "If Master comes back, we're doomed! We'll surely die without a burial place!"

The two cried for a long time.

Qingfeng wiped away her tears, a ruthless glint flashing in her eyes.

"What's the use of crying! Lock those four monks up first!"

"We'll wait for Master to return and accept whatever punishment he deems appropriate! We absolutely cannot let them escape!"

Mingyue nodded, wiped away her tears, and stood up.

The two quietly left the orchard.

Head straight to the guest rooms in the front yard.

We arrived at the guest room door.

Qingfeng took out a copper lock from his waist.

Mingyue forcefully pushed open the guest room door and then quickly closed it again.

A "click" sound.

The door was locked shut with a brass lock.

The two then went and tightly closed and bolted the gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

Several young Taoist boys were assigned to guard the entrance.

Only then did I feel a little relieved.

Guest rooms in the front courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple.

The guest room was completely sealed off, with the doors and windows tightly closed.

Tang Sanzang sat on a futon.

Hearing the cries of the gentle breeze and the bright moon outside, and the sounds of doors closing and being locked, my heart grew increasingly uneasy.

"Wukong".

Tang Sanzang's voice trembled as he asked, "What exactly did you do?"

Why are those two celestial children outside crying so miserably?

Sun Wukong raised his head, a slight smile on his face, his tone relaxed.

"Don't worry, Master, it's nothing serious."

"It was just that they knocked down that ginseng fruit tree."

"Wh-what?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang was struck dumb.

He swayed and fell off the prayer mat.

He collapsed to the ground, his face as white as paper and his lips turning blue.

It took him a while to catch his breath.

Pointing at Sun Wukong, tears streamed down her face, her voice filled with despair.

"You impudent monkey! You impudent monkey!"

"That's the innate spiritual root of the ancestor of earth immortals! It only bears thirty fruits every ten thousand years!"

"Now that you've knocked it down, when Zhenyuan Daxian returns, will he let it go so easily?"

"We, the four of us, have been traveling westward, and before we've even obtained the true scriptures, we're going to die here!"

"You and I traveled far to the West, seeking only the true scriptures to save all sentient beings! Now—now we are dead without a burial place!"

Pigsy, seeing the locked door and hearing what Tang Sanzang said, panicked.

His fat face was pale, and he rubbed his hands together, spinning around in circles.

"Oh no! Monkey King, why did you push the tree down?!"

"That old immortal Zhen Yuanzi is respected even by the Heavenly Court; how could we possibly defeat him!"

Sha Wujing's eyes also reddened.

With tears streaming down his face, he supported Tang Sanzang and said in a deep voice, "Elder Brother, your actions have been far too reckless."

Sun Wukong looked at his weeping master, the anxious Pigsy, and the tearful Sandy.

The smile on his face gradually faded.

But he still stood tall, hands on his hips, and said in a deep voice, "Master, don't be afraid! Even if the sky falls, I, Old Sun, will hold it up!"

"When Zhen Yuanzi arrives, I, Old Sun, will settle things with him!"

"Stop crying, lest you demoralize the army!"

That being said.

Sun Wukong understood this as well.

This disaster is probably more serious than he imagined.

For now, leaving is the best option.

Thinking of this, Sun Wukong blew a gust of wind and opened the copper lock.

That very night, he fled with Tang Sanzang, Zhu Bajie, Sha Wujing, and the White Dragon Horse.

Buzhou Mountain.

Xu Xian calculated the time, and seeing Zhenyuan Daxian's slightly impatient expression, he smiled and said, "Is there something you need, Great Immortal?"

Zhenyuan Daxian nodded: "To be honest, Tang Sanzang and his disciples have now arrived at Wuzhuang Temple. I would like to see what this incarnation of Jin Chanzi is like."

Xu Xian naturally did not try to stop him.

Zhenyuan Daxian rode auspicious clouds and headed straight for the Wuzhuang Temple in Xiniu Hezhou.

Xu Xian continued to drink tea and wait.

The storyline of Zhenyuan Daxian remains largely unchanged.

Although Sun Wukong was powerful, he was no match for Zhenyuan Daxian's hidden power.

Tang Sanzang and his disciples were captured and taken back to Wuzhuang Temple.

After another series of twists and turns, Sun Wukong left Wuzhuang Temple and went overseas to seek a way to save the tree.

This time, however, Sun Wukong first arrived at Buzhou Mountain.

In the monkey's mind, Xu Xian was indeed a man of great supernatural powers.

It might be able to cure the ginseng fruit tree.

Xu Xian looked at the hurried Wukong and shook his head with a smile: "This karma will not fall on my head."

Xu Xian was telling the truth.

As the spiritual root that created the world, the ginseng fruit tree possesses a vitality that is absolutely beyond imagination.

Aside from the great calamity that destroys heaven and earth, nothing else could cause the ginseng fruit tree to survive.

Sun Wukong's blows were nothing more than a tickle to the ginseng fruit tree.

Although the tree appears to have fallen and its branches scattered, its essence and vitality remain intact.

To put it bluntly, this fruit tree is putting on a show.

Zhenyuan Daxian's goal was, of course, to gain favor with the Heavenly Court and Mount Ling.

Therefore, Xu Xian waved his hand and refused Sun Wukong, and explained the key to it to him.

Sun Wukong suddenly realized what was happening, turned around and left Buzhou Mountain, heading straight for the residence of the Three Immortals of Fortune, Prosperity and Longevity.

Although Sun Wukong already understood the whole story, he still had to go all out with the act.

Therefore, he went directly to the celestial realm.

As expected, I was met with a rebuff.

Sun Wukong pursed his lips, turned around and headed towards Mount Putuo to find Guanyin Bodhisattva.

This really hit Zhenyuan Daxian right in the heart.

Guanyin Bodhisattva went to Wuzhuang Temple and "revived" the ginseng fruit tree with the pure water from her jade bottle.

Zhenyuan Daxian became sworn brothers with Sun Wukong, addressing him as one of them.

Thus, the calamity of Wuzhuang Temple came to an end.

Xu Xian also left Buzhou Mountain, transforming into a golden light and heading straight for White Tiger Ridge.

This is the White Bone Demon's sacred site.

Of course, the White Bone Demon of this time was no longer the same as before.

Not only did her cultivation level improve significantly, but she also obtained the Ruyi, a treasure that perfectly suited her personality.

This was one of the trials that Xu Xian valued highly.

He wants to personally oversee things!