Zhen Yuanzi's meeting with guests and friends was actually planned.
Because only Zhen Yuanzi was not around, Sun Wukong had the courage to steal the ginseng fruit.
In fact, Zhen Yuanzi restrained his aura and was hiding in a side room, secretly observing Jin Chanzi and his party.
Seeing this large group of people at this moment, Zhen Yuanzi's face twitched.
What's more, in the plan, Sun Wukong secretly picked ginseng fruits, and he only picked three or four ginseng fruits at most.
Now Jin Chanzi leads so many disciples...
Good guy, with so many mouths open, I feel like even my ginseng fruits are not enough to be stolen.
"I hope Buddhism can compensate me according to the same value, otherwise I will die." Zhen Yuanzi kept thinking in his heart.
At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi was also confused.
Guanyin once told him that there were only four people, plus a white horse.
But now, the number of people seeking Buddhist scriptures is obviously larger than planned.
The key is that when the number of people seeking Buddhist scriptures increased, Guanyin didn't even notify him.
In the house on the other side.
The original plan was to have only one table in the room.
Seeing this large group of people, the two Taoist boys had no choice but to move a bigger table.
Then, tea was served to everyone very politely.
After a while, Qingfeng Mingyue walked carefully to Jin Chanzi holding a jade plate.
The jade plate was covered with a veil, and I didn't know what was inside.
"This is..." Jin Chanzi looked at the plate in confusion.
Qingfeng said very politely: "Master, I don't know, but before I left, my eldest husband asked me to pick two ginseng fruits and give them to the holy monk to taste."
"My ginseng fruit is also known as the herbal medicine. It is a good treasure. A mortal can live 360 years if he smells it. If he eats one, he can live 47,000 years."
Mingyue also spoke.
What they said was not simple.
Whether Sun Wukong will steal ginseng fruits in the future depends on this.
Sure enough, after Qingfeng Mingyue boasted about her ginseng fruit, the group of people in the room obviously changed their expressions slightly, looking straight at the things on the jade plate, their eyes shining with light.
"Humph, if you see the shape of the ginseng fruit, you probably won't dare to eat it."
Qingfeng sneered and took off the handkerchief on the jade plate.
Suddenly, two fruits that were all crystal white and as strong as babies appeared in front of everyone.
"Is this a fruit? Why do I look like a child under the full moon?" Jin Chanzi asked, pretending to be surprised.
"Master, you don't know, my ginseng fruit looks like its name, but it is actually a real fruit." Mingyue said.
"That's it." Jin Chanzi suddenly realized, then reached out and picked up the jade plate.
"Master, be careful. Once the ginseng fruit falls to the ground, it will disappear deep into the ground."
Qingfeng Mingyue was shocked when she saw this.
Unexpectedly, Jin Chanzi ignored them and instead took the ginseng fruit and placed it in front of Lin Xian.
"Master, please enjoy the ginseng fruit."
Jin Chanzi said.
Ga...
Qingfeng Mingyue was stunned when she saw this scene.
"Master Xuanzang, what are you..." Qingfeng asked with a look of disbelief.
Jin Chanzi then turned around, looked at Qingfeng Mingyue with a dissatisfied look, and scolded: "You two are so blind. Although you only recognize the poor monk, you don't recognize my master."
"This ginseng fruit should be given to my master to enjoy first."
Lin Xian was expressionless and sat there quietly.
To say that I am not attracted to ginseng fruit is true.
After all, he has 3,600 peach trees.
To him, a single ginseng fruit is nothing, unless it is a whole ginseng fruit tree.
Hearing Jin Chanzi's words, Qingfeng Mingyue was dumbfounded.
Didn't it mean that in the plan, Jin Chanzi led three apprentices all the way west?
The sudden increase in the size of the experience-learning team was already very unacceptable.
Why now, even Master Xuanzang, whom they respected, is just a disciple.
The real master is this humble young man among the crowd.
"Hehe, don't underestimate my master. My master was once the Tianpeng Marshal in charge of Tianhe's 100,000 Tianhe navy." Sun Wukong said with a smile.
"Marshal Canopy?"
"You...are all the disciples of Marshal Tianpeng?"
Qingfeng Mingyue looked dumbfounded.
Everyone nodded, and Qingfeng Mingyue suddenly felt dizzy and almost fainted.
Tang Monk, who was mortal with naked eyes, was so frightened when he saw the ginseng fruit that he did not dare to eat it.
But Marshal Tianpeng is a god, how could he not recognize ginseng fruit?
Under the distressed looks of Qingfeng and Mingyue, Lin Xian gently picked up the ginseng fruit and tasted it carefully.
These two ginseng fruits originally belonged to them.
"It tastes sweet, not bad."
Lin Xian couldn't help but admired while eating the ginseng fruit.
It is indeed a ginseng fruit. It takes three thousand years to bloom, three thousand years to bear fruit, and three thousand years to mature.
The Taoist charm and chaotic spiritual energy contained in it were comparable to his nine-thousand-year-old flat peach. Even after eating two ginseng fruits in a row, Lin Xian felt signs of loosening in his cultivation.
However, he is now in the quasi-sage stage. Even if he eats two ginseng fruits, he is still like a stone sinking in the sea, and there is no breakthrough in his cultivation.
Upon hearing Lin Xian's words, Qingfeng Mingyue's mouth twitched, with a look of pain on her face.
What's weird, I didn't eat the ginseng fruit that was originally my own.
In the room in the side courtyard.
Seeing this scene, Zhen Yuanzi was also shocked and his face twitched wildly.
Jin Chanzi is not the master, but Marshal Tianpeng.
Moreover, the plot did not go according to the original plan. Jin Chanzi gave the ginseng fruit to Marshal Tianpeng to eat.
Zhen Yuanzi was speechless for a while.
He didn't know anything about these things, and Guanyin never mentioned them to him.
If the ginseng fruit is eaten, what else can you do?
"How about I show up?" Zhen Yuanzi said to himself: "No, I can't show up now. Although the ginseng fruit has been eaten, it does not mean that Monkey Sun will not steal my ginseng fruit next time."
at the same time.
Inside the Great Leiyin Temple in Xitian.
Guanyin was suddenly startled and let out a goose call that she didn't recognize.
"What's the matter? Master Guanyin is ill. Can I treat you?" Tathagata glanced at Guanyin.
All the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas looked towards Guanyin.
After all, Guanyin's strange cry is very strange.
"No, it's okay, Buddha, don't worry." Guanyin blinked twice in embarrassment.
She screamed just now because she suddenly remembered something.
She forgot to tell Zhen Yuanzi that today's Buddhist scripture collection team is no longer four people, Jin Chanzi is not a master, but Marshal Tianpeng, and the Buddhist scripture collectors now eat meat and drink alcohol...
A lot of information only happened later.
In fact, Zhen Yuanzi seldom visited friends in these years. He always stayed in Wuzhuang Temple. Apart from constantly asking about the whereabouts of Demon Master Kunpeng, he knew very little about the outside world.
It can be said that Zhen Yuanzi was still alive decades ago.
The plan that Zhen Yuanzi knew was also the original plan.
Thinking of this, Guanyin looked very ugly.
It was so careless that such a big thing was forgotten. Lingji and Dashizhi didn't even remind him at the beginning.
As a result, this disaster is probably over.
Guanyin was complaining in her heart. Buddha had said before that if this disaster failed again, he would have his own skin peeled off.
She doesn't know how to peel off the skin, but Guanyin knows that corporal punishment is indispensable.
