In the hall, the autumn wind blew the leaves, and the ginseng fruit spirits were no match for Fahai at all. These ginseng fruit spirits that led the wolf into the house finally tasted the cause and effect they planted.

Outside the hall, Sha Monk, who was meditating with his eyes closed, opened his eyes, his pupils shining brightly. An almost transparent old ginseng fruit essence with a white beard appeared in his eyes. The ginseng fruit essence had almost become an adult, and had a face that was as long as a human old man. He pointed at Sha Monk in front of him and recited spells, as if he wanted to manipulate Sha Monk.

Sha Seng opened his mouth and spitted it out loud, and his saliva directly sprayed on the old man's ginseng semen's face.

The old man smeared his face and pulled out a green vine as thick as a finger. The vine had been bitten and broken, and it was obviously absorbed and dried by Sha Monk.

The old ginseng spirit trembled, "Big King! The king's rhizome! Okay, you cunning monks to seek Buddhist scriptures! You pretend to be controlled on the surface, but secretly swallowed my king's rhizome! You are so despicable!"

Sha Seng stood up and patted the dust on his body, "Despicable? If I hadn't been born with a powerful soul, I'm afraid I've been turned into a puppet body by your king! But what if you say, in order to control me, you king was really willing to spend money and actually used his own natal tentacle. In this way, I would have the opportunity to calculate his empty gate based on his natal tentacle. Once I knew its empty gate, it was not far from destruction."

The old ginseng spirit watched Sha Seng come towards him step by step, and said angrily, "Looking for death!"

The old ginseng spirit raised his hand, and a bang from his five fingers turned into a whirlpool of terrifying green light towards Sha Monk.

"trouble!"

Sha Seng turned around, his right arm shone brightly, and penetrated the body of the old man's ginseng essence. The body of the old man's ginseng essence was cut in half. Before he could land, Sha Seng turned around and opened a storage bag, "You can't waste it anymore, senior brother and others are still hungry!"

The old ginseng cut into pieces and fell into the storage bag. Sha Seng turned around and stuffed it into his arms, and walked straight towards the depths of Wuzhuang Temple.

The deeper you go to Wuzhuang Temple, the more lush the vegetation becomes. Not only are there strange ginseng fruit trees, but there are also many huanghuali books, fire apricot trees, water lotus platforms, and golden hissanthemum flowers. At first glance, millions of wood forests are lush and lush, giving people a magnificent beauty that is intoxicating. Any immortal who enters will soon sink here and cannot extricate himself.

Unfortunately, Sha Seng had chewed the roots of the ginseng fruit tree. Sha Seng could quickly pass through the demon flowers and demon trees blocking the road according to the smell. On the forest, the flowers and plants were like flying butterflies and dreamy fairy. He stopped and looked at this beautiful young man with long black hair and looking up at the sky with a melancholy temperament.

"Is he the weakest Sha Monk in the Journey to the West funeral group?"

"This appearance is called the weakest? Do people outside have any misunderstandings about the word weak?"

"The King of Ginseng Fruit said that you can't let anyone go. Should we stop him?"

"He is so handsome, it is completely in line with my vision of immortals. You can stop me, I will not take action. I will watch him step on my branches and leaves and walk over. I can fully feel his pity for me with a gentle step. This is the only immortal fate with him..."

With no stopping in the creaking sound, the melancholy young man in a black long gown walked to the yard where the ginseng fruit tree king was worshipped.

This yard still maintains the appearance of Sun Wukong pulling up ginseng fruit trees back then. A towering tree collapsed and leaned against the courtyard wall. The withered branches and leaves and the bleak breath of death spread throughout the yard.

A sigh came, "You are here, roll the curtain."

The roller blind looked in the sound and saw a young green jade Taoist boy walking with a load of water on his back. He looked seven or eight years old, with a curious look in his eyes, "Your appearance is much better than when I came last time. My ancestor said that the more beautiful you are, the more beautiful you are, the more complete the magic power you are in. When you become the true appearance of the roller blind general, you will have the magnificent immortal power that dominated the world back then."

The roller shutter watched the little Taoist boy pour the water from the wooden barrel onto the withered towering tree, and said silently, "It's dead, it's useless if you water it again."

The Taoist boy stopped watering and looked at the towering tree, "Yes, it's dead. You and I should know that when Sun Wukong pulled out the tree, it was already dead. Guanyin's so-called rescue of the tree was just a trick, a trick that deceived the world. If the innate spiritual root dies, there is no way to save it. Not to mention Guanyin, even if the Tathagata Buddha comes, it may not be able to save it."

The roller shutter said, "When passing by Wuzhuang Temple by Journey to the West, Zhen Yuanzi should realize that this is an endless battle. Unless he perishes, he will not be able to survive this difficulty. No monster can survive under the iron hooves of Journey to the West. Even if he is the ancestor of the earth immortals, he cannot."

"That's right!" The little Taoist boy wiped off the water stains on his face and looked at the roller shutters, "But my ancestor is unwilling to lose to Journey to the West! My ancestor abandoned all his magic power and body, only retained a trace of his soul, and gave me everything about him! Let me come back to life!"

The curtain was rolling up and looking at the Taoist boy, "The ancestor of the Earth Immortal gave up his nearly eternal life span and the cultivation of the Great Heavenly Lord, and gave you a tree to survive. You should be grateful to him, convert to the Great Dao, hide his name, and never appear again, but why do you want to come back?"

The little Taoist boy said, "I want to see if Journey to the West can go against it!"

The roller shutter said, "Ginseng Fruit Tree, give up. My master is very powerful. Tang San, who is so powerful that his heart is the Madonna in front of him, is the Virgin Mary!"

The little Taoist boy said, “Is that right?”

With his hands on the roller shutter, he was flirting with black clothes, and he was very popular, "Will I lie to you? I can tell you clearly that Tang Sanzang still has the kindness of his parents and daughter Guosu in his eyes, and this bald donkey was completely heartless and determined! Although he pretended to be very kind on the surface, his true heart was just an ice cube. His father didn't even care about it. He passed by his mother's hometown and had no interest in seeing it. He faced the beloved woman who begged for him and even sneered. Such a human-shaped animal is invincible. What are you fighting with him? You are not his opponent at all, let it go!"

The little Taoist boy held the shoulder pole with his eyes shining, "I want to give it a try."

At this moment, there were flames outside the door, and only the golden Buddha flames were seen rising. Among the Buddha fire, the demon flowers were withering rapidly. The firelight in the sky covered the night sky of Wanshou Mountain, and a Buddha's name resounded.

"Amitabha! Good, good!"

"Wujing! You are talking bad things about me again!"

"I have told you how many times I have told you that I am not heartless, but I am just boundless! "

"My monk's benevolence and love are not for one person or another, but for all living beings in the world! How can I have an affair with all living beings if I am determined to save all living beings? What do you think, the ginseng fruit tree?"
Chapter completed!