Inside Wuzhuang Temple.
Lin Xian ate two ginseng fruits, and the two Taoist boys Qingfeng Mingyue had no choice but to arrange for everyone to rest.
Although the disciples never forget the ginseng fruit in their hearts.
But no one dared to steal it.
After all, Lin Xian had given instructions before, and the disaster at Wuzhuangguan had been planned for a long time.
If you are caught stealing, it means you have fallen into someone else's trap.
Of course, Lin Xian also promised his disciples that when this disaster is over, everyone will definitely eat a ginseng fruit.
So the following days.
The disciples never left the house, stayed in the house all day playing mobile games, and even had three meals a day, and they still needed Qingfeng Mingyue to take care of them.
In private.
Qingfeng and Mingyue came to Zhen Yuanzi.
"Sir, there are so many people seeking scriptures. If he really steals our treasure, won't he have to be completely stolen?" Qingfeng knelt in front of Zhen Yuanzi and said.
Mingyue also said: "Yes, sir, our ginseng fruit tree can only be eaten once in ten thousand years, and it can only bear thirty fruits in one visit. If they are all stolen, wouldn't it be a huge loss?" "
"Why are you panicking? I'm not here right now?"
Zhen Yuanzi thought for a while and scolded: "Ignore him for now. When he steals my ginseng fruit, I will directly catch him so that they can't get it and the disaster will be completed."
The two boys' eyes suddenly lit up.
"The elder still has a way." Qingfeng couldn't help but flatter him.
There are only so many ginseng fruits, how can we just watch them all stolen?
Zhen Yuanzi also made up his mind to go out and catch Xing Xing directly when Jin Chanzi and others stole the ginseng fruit. This would not only complete the disaster, but also avoid major losses.
Qingfeng Mingyue went back very relieved.
in this way.
one day.
Two days.
Three days passed.
Qingfeng Mingyue became increasingly anxious.
Because seven days have passed since the pilgrims arrived.
However, no pilgrims were seen stealing ginseng fruits.
Moreover, the two boys went to the orchard three times a day to count the ginseng fruits, and the number of ginseng fruits was the same every time.
This is very confusing.
The pilgrim did not steal the ginseng fruit.
You said it’s okay if you don’t steal ginseng fruits, but you are still staying in my temple and have not set off to the west.
Besides, I still have to take care of three meals a day.
This made the two boys feel very uncomfortable.
The pilgrims eat, drink, and have diarrhea every day in the temple. They don't go out or steal ginseng fruits.
On this day, Qingfeng Mingyue found Zhen Yuanzi again.
"What should I do, sir? If the pilgrims don't steal the ginseng fruits, how can the plan proceed?"
"It is out of the scope of the plan to learn the scriptures without stealing my ginseng fruit. It seems that I have to show up." Zhen Yuanzi sighed.
If the plan cannot go forward, he, Zhen Yuanzi, cannot wait around.
So Zhen Yuanzi went to see Lin Xian and others on the pretext that he was returning from visiting friends.
at the same time.
From Lin Xian's side, the voice of the system came from his mind.
【Ding! Detecting the host triggered a new plot. Zhenyuan Daxian secretly waited for the pilgrims to steal his ginseng fruits. Now he finally couldn't wait anymore and wanted to show up to meet the sutra collectors. He asked the host to tell the host about the relationship between Zhenyuan Daxian and Buddhism. , make the following selections. 】
[First, he secretly ate Zhenyuanzi ginseng fruit and overturned the ginseng fruit tree, causing disaster. He was rewarded with a flying dragon staff. 】
[Second, don’t cause trouble and don’t be afraid of trouble. When the soldiers come, they will cover up the water and the earth. Let’s first see what Zhen Yuanzi’s plot is. If the two sides are in a stalemate, then choose to set off to the west. The disaster will be considered a failure and a Shura Sky-Destroying Mirror will be rewarded. 】
[Third, randomly do something that makes Buddhism sad, and be rewarded with a golden pot. 】
Lin Xian was stunned, Immortal Zhenyuan was about to appear, and the system then issued a selection task.
However, the mission freedom this time is relatively high. Not only are there three options to choose from, but the third option can be supplemented by yourself.
If you do something randomly, as long as it makes Buddhism sad, the task will be considered completed.
The first option is the Flying Dragon Staff, owned by Lingji Bodhisattva.
However, when Tian Tian attacked and killed Lingji, Lin Xian did not find the Feilong Baozhang.
The second reward is the Shura Sky-Destroying Mirror.
Lin Xian had never heard of this thing and didn't know if it was strong or not.
As for the reward of the third option, it is a cornucopia.
Lin Xian thought about it carefully, and it seemed that this golden basin belonged to the Holy Mother of Wudang, that is, Old Mother Lishan.
It is said that as long as you have enough magic power, you can control this basin and suck out all the magic weapons from the enemy. The power is very extraordinary.
Compared to the previous two options.
Lin Xian naturally prefers the third option, which has good rewards and high randomness.
As for what makes Buddhists sad...
Disaster failed?
Maybe Buddhists are used to it and won't feel sad.
Then it means losing a valuable treasure, or a Bodhisattva or Buddha dies.
"I choose the third option."
After thinking about it, Lin Xian finally chose the third option.
As soon as the selection was over, the door was pushed open, and the clear breeze and bright moon led a middle-aged man with a stern face and dressed as a Taoist priest to walk in.
Qingfeng quickly said to everyone: "Dear mages, my elder has returned from visiting friends."
"Master Xuanzang, how have you been eating in the temple these days?"
When Zhen Yuanzi saw Jin Chanzi, he immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.
This made Jin Chanzi feel a little flattered. The famous ancestor of the Earth Immortal, whose cultivation was at the pinnacle of quasi-sage, was so enthusiastic towards him.
"I heard from the Taoist boy that Master Xuanzang became a disciple of Marshal Tianpeng. Marshal Tianpeng is so good. He once commanded a hundred thousand Tianhe navy..."
Zhen Yuanzi smiled and then looked at Lin Xian.
Lin Xian couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Zhen Yuanzi, you are going too far. My hundred thousand Tianhe naval forces combined are not as good as your Wuzhuangguan.
For Zhen Yuanzi, he may have seen Marshal Tianpeng before.
But for Lin Xian, this was his first time meeting Zhen Yuanzi.
After all, when he traveled through time, except for inheriting a good skin, he had no memory of the original owner and no cultivation level of the original owner.
However, Zhen Yuanzi was wearing an orange-red Taoist robe. Apart from being a little arrogant, he still had quite a temperament.
Seeing Zhen Yuanzi praising himself, Lin Xian also stood up politely and slightly held his hands.
"Great Immortal Zhenyuan, long time no see."
"Yeah, long time no see." Zhen Yuanzi smiled.
Lin Xian was stunned.
It seems that Marshal Tianpeng and Zhen Yuanzi met before he traveled through time.
But depending on the situation, the relationship is just so-so.
After some greetings, Zhen Yuanzi received everyone warmly, and then returned to his room.
"Wait for two more days. If the pilgrims don't steal my ginseng fruits, forget it and let the Buddhists find their own solution." Zhen Yuanzi thought to himself.
So another three days passed.
This time, Zhen Yuanzi was really panicked.
You said it's okay if you don't pick your own ginseng fruits. Why are you staying in my Wuzhuang Temple all the time?
According to the time, it is time for the pilgrims to set off on their journey.
However, people who learn from the scriptures just don’t start.
"What the hell, you eat, drink, and live with me every day. This Buddhist monk is so shameless." Zhen Yuanzi cursed in his heart.
There was no way to go on like this, so Zhen Yuanzi had to go to Lin Xian himself.
"Marshal Tianpeng, you are already half moon at Wuzhuang Temple, don't you plan to hit the road and head west?"
Zhen Yuanzi looked at Lin Xian and asked.
