Chapter 902 The Fate of Two Fathers and Sons

Wuzhuang Temple, in the small courtyard of the guest room, facing the rising sun, Master Xuanzang is practicing. After performing a complete set of seventy-two stunts, the fog above his head is steaming, and there is not a single drop of sweat shed.

"Good... so amazing..."

Zhu Bajie stood in the room and looked through the window, and said in surprise: "Lao Niu, Lao Sha, look quickly, Master's internal strength is really rare in the world..."

When he turned around, he saw Zhu Bajie's eye sockets were black.

The Bull Demon King sat cross-legged on the bed with his eyes closed. He opened his eyes and said, "Hmph, if you don't have two brushes, how can you be the abbot and abbot of Huasheng Temple in the Tang Dynasty when you are young?"

Now the Buddhism in Nanzhan Buzhou is not prosperous, and Huasheng Temple is a royal temple, so it is conceivable that the abbot of this temple must not be an ordinary person.

With Xuanzang's martial arts cultivation base, he is one of the most appropriate masters in the world, and he is called a "monk" like existence.

It's just that after coming to the road of learning scriptures, the monk embarked on a path of no return.

In the past, there was a black bear monster who punched the holy monk to teach him to be a man, and later there was a yellow wind monster who laughed at the holy monk for his lack of strength...

"Ah, abbot? Is the master so powerful? That's strange. You said why did the master not be a respected abbot who has food and drink, but insisted on running to the west to suffer from the wind, sun and rain?" Zhu Bajie sighed.

"For the salvation of all sentient beings!"

The Bull Demon King said, "That's what Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva told me, that's why we want us to protect him well."

"Pursue sentient beings, be good, what a big ambition."

Zhu Bajie shrank his neck and said, "If it were me, I definitely wouldn't suffer this."

"That's why we are apprentices..."

Drifting said: "And he is the reason for Master."

Zhu Bajie was stunned: "What Lao Sha said seems...a bit reasonable.

The Bull Demon King also had a look of deep thought on his face.

In the courtyard, after practicing a set of seventy-two stunts, Xuanzang drew a circle with both hands to close his kung fu, let out a breath slowly, frowned after feeling the inside of his body: "It's still almost..."

His master, Master Faming, said that Bodhidharma is an eminent monk from India, with profound Dharma, profound skills, and the ability to subdue demons, very similar to the Arhat status recorded in Buddhist scriptures.

Therefore, later Buddhist eminent monks felt that there seemed to be a path of Buddhist cultivation hidden in the seventy-two unique skills handed down by him.

It's just that there are very few people who have practiced the seventy-two stunts, let alone mastered them.

Click!

While Xuanzang was meditating, suddenly the door of the courtyard was kicked open, and Qingfeng Mingyue came in with an angry face.

"Two little priests!"

Xuanzang put his hands together politely.

"The thief monk!"

Unexpectedly, Qingfeng came in and opened his mouth, pointed at Xuanzang and cursed: "We kindly gave you ginseng fruit to taste, but you pretended not to eat it but sent your disciples to steal it, you, you, you...are you still a monk?"

"Forehead……"

Xuanzang looked bewildered: "What kind of fruit, two little Taoist priests, is there actually some... misunderstanding?"

The poor monk has never even seen the skin of the fruit.

"Nonsense, it's clear that you, the monk, are only being merciful on the face, pretending that you can't bear to eat the fruit."

Mingyue continued to scold: "But in fact, I sent someone to write down the location of the fruit, and sent someone to steal our ginseng fruit yesterday while we were away, right?"

"Two fairies, let's listen to the poor monk first. This poor monk has never eaten ginseng fruit, let alone stolen it."

Xuanzang said: "Please wait a moment, the two fairy boys, and wait until the poor monk asks a few disciples, okay?"

"Someone is looking for trouble with Master, go out and help!"

Zhu Bajie hurried out when he saw Tang Seng was surrounded: "Hey, what are you doing, what are you talking about?"

"You thieves, form a group to steal our ginseng fruit."

Qingfeng was so excited that he was so angry that the two of them couldn't eat anymore.

The two of them were lucky enough to eat ginseng fruit once.

At that time, Wuzhuang Temple hadn't cooperated with Tianting, and there were only forty or fifty disciples. Zhen Yuanzi took out two ginseng fruits and asked them to share them. One can imagine how pitifully they ate.

"Spray... blood on you!"

Zhu Bajie said angrily, but he was still a little cautious, because he did persuade the Bull Demon King to make ginseng fruit.

But the Bull Demon King didn't try to steal either!

Thinking of this, Zhu Bajie became more imposing, clasped his hands together and said: "Amitabha, Buddha again, sins, sins, we are monks, how can we do such things as stealing?"

"Wuchen, Wuneng, Wujing, we monks don't lie."

Xuanzang's face darkened: "You tell the poor monk honestly, did you steal the fruit of the two fairies?"

"No!"

The Bull Demon King shook his head, and the Drifting Monk also shook his head.

"Master, there are really no disciples, we were all in the guest room yesterday." Zhu Bajie said.

"Impossible, there are exactly three fruits missing."

Qingfeng scolded angrily: "Your master doesn't eat, don't you three?"

"Okay, you old cow, if you steal fruit and eat alone, you don't call me, you are too disrespectful."

Zhu Bajie came forward and rummaged through Bull Demon King's sleeves: "Ginseng fruit, take it out, I want it too."

As soon as these words came out, the faces of everyone present changed.

"Sure enough, you are not afraid of opponents who are like gods, but teammates who are like pigs!"

Sitting cross-legged on a cloud, Lu Dijun was also stunned when he heard the words.

Bull Demon King: "???"

He was a little confused, what did he say from the beginning to the end?

How could he steal the inexplicable fruit?

"Look, all of your people have recruited, and you still say you didn't steal it."

Qingfeng Mingyue sneered and finally caught the thief.

Xuanzang said in a deep voice: "Wuchen, if you did this, you should admit it. We monks don't tell lies, so why bother to deny it?"

"roll!"

The Bull Demon King pushed Zhu Bajie away, stepped forward and said: "Master, I am not denying, I have always been upright, but how do you want me to admit what I have not done.

But this pig head, yesterday when I came back, I complained that there was not enough ginseng fruit to eat. After I ate my share, I was urged to steal the fruit. "

"Ha, I don't know what kind of eminent monks of the Tang Dynasty. It turns out that they are a bunch of thieves and monks."

Mingyue sneered: "What did you say that you act upright, that monks don't tell lies, and you don't dare to act if you dare."

The Bull Demon King's eyes turned cold: "What did you say?"

Mingyue was startled by the Bull Demon King's gaze, and couldn't help taking a step back.

"Why, is what he said wrong?"

Qingfeng stepped forward to glance at the Bull Demon King, and said with a sneer, "I don't even look at where this place is. How dare you make trouble in our Wuzhuang Temple?"

"You..." The Bull Demon King glared at the two of them but did not move.

Seeing this, Qingfeng Mingyue only thought he was subdued, relaxed, and began to speak all kinds of foul language and ugly words to several people.

"well!"

Xuanzang sighed in disappointment, clasped his palms together and began to chant scriptures to bear the scolding of the two.

"You guys... are deceiving people too much!"

The Bull Demon King's fists were clenched and his eyes were about to burst into flames. Suddenly, his primordial spirit flew out from the top and headed for the backyard.

Under the ginseng fruit tree, the Bull Demon King looked up at the innate spiritual root. There was no other emotion in his eyes, only anger.

"It doesn't matter who you are, the old cow will not be angry!"

The Bull Demon King picked up the fairy iron rod and smashed it down hard with such force that it could move mountains and seas.

There was a loud bang, and an unknown number of branches and leaves fell off with one stick, and some ginseng fruits fell to the ground and disappeared, and finally the whole tree crooked.

Even so, the Bull Demon King was still angry, turned into a red-eyed bull and knocked down the ginseng fruit tree, shaking the sky.

"Again... changed it back?"

Lu Chuan was stunned, and the development of the matter was beyond his expectation again.

Then he pondered and asked him to stroke it. First, the red boy stole the ginseng fruit, and then the old cow was scolded and angrily pushed down the ginseng fruit tree...

The original fate between the two fathers and sons is really not covered.

So...he can rub ginseng fruit?

"No, something happened to the ginseng fruit tree."

Shen Gongbao was patrolling with his hands behind his back in Wuzhuang Temple, but he knew something was wrong as soon as he heard the movement in the backyard.

But when he arrived, he saw only a fallen spiritual root with dim light and branches and leaves all over the ground.

"Who did it?"

Shen Gongbao turned pale with shock: "Who pushed down the ginseng fruit tree of my fellow Taoist Zhenyuan?"

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In the heavenly world, in the Tushita Palace, in the Eight Diagrams Furnace, the divine fire is raging.

Taishang Laojun and Yun Zhongzi are throwing various treasures of heaven and earth into the alchemy furnace.

Beside him was Zhen Yuanzi with a speechless face, and the output of mana from both hands made the Bagua furnace so hot that the Taishang Laojun and Yun Zhongzi were sweating.

Zhen Yuanzi said speechlessly: "Daozu, didn't you talk about Hunyuan Daoguo?"

Taishang said: "It won't be too late after refining this treasure, but that boy Zhenwu wants it, you contribute, and he owes you a favor in the future!"

Zhen Yuanzi: "..."

I seriously suspect that you lied to me to help make treasures.

Suddenly, Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed slightly, and he said: "Ancestor Dao, I have something urgent to do in my temple, I have to leave."

The Empress nodded and said: "The most critical step is over, thank you Great Immortal Zhenyuan for your help, you go and do your own work, remember that kid Zhenwu owes you a favor."

Zhen Yuanzi: "..."

You really lied to me to make treasures? !

Forget it, Emperor Zhenwu owed him a favor that might be useful in the future, so it was not a waste of time to travel.

Wuzhuang Temple.

Soon, many disciples of Wuzhuang Temple also surrounded them.

Qingfengmingyue and Xuanzang's master and disciple also came together.

"how so?"

Qingfeng Mingyue was also terrified.

Shen Gongbao said in a deep voice, "Where did the two of you go?"

Qingfeng pointed at Xuanzang: "Speak to the deputy mountain chief, we found three missing ginseng fruits, and suspected that they stole them, so we went to ask them, what happened to the ginseng fruit trees...it must be done by some of their monks."

"oh?"

Shen Gongbao's eyes swept over Xuanzang and the others one by one.

Xuanzang clasped his hands together and sighed, the Bull Demon King was expressionless, Zhu Bajie dodged his eyes, Drifting Monk...

"Yes, you did it!"

Shen Gongbao suddenly stared at Tang Seng and smiled and said, "Come on, tie him up for me, and wait for the head of the mountain to come and deal with him."

Xuanzang sighed, not wanting to argue.

He came here once so many things happened to make him feel guilty.