SWDnovel Chapter 102 The Great Sage Unleashes His Power
Chapter 102 The Great Sage Unleashes His Power
Chapter 103 The Great Sage Unleashes His Power
outside the window.
Qingfeng and Mingyue stopped abruptly, their faces turning deathly pale.
"Fruit?"
"Immortality?"
The two exchanged a glance and saw the shock in each other's eyes. What else in this temple could be called the fruit of immortality, besides the spiritual root of heaven and earth in the back garden?
"Clang!"
Qingfeng dropped the tea tray in his hands, shattering the fine bone china teacups and spilling tea all over the floor.
"Oh no! Go to the back garden!"
Mingyue cried out in surprise, not even bothering to pick up the broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, and ran wildly towards the back garden. Qingfeng followed closely behind. The two of them felt their scalps tingle and their souls almost left their bodies.
Push open the heavy vermilion gate to the back garden.
The two of them rushed to the ginseng fruit tree, panting heavily.
Looking up, among the lush foliage, the fruits, shaped like babies, still hang from the branches, swaying in the wind.
"Quick! Count them quickly!" Qingfeng's voice trembled.
Mingyue steadied herself, stretched out her finger, and began counting from the treetops: "One, two, three — fifteen, sixteen —"
As she counted to the end, Mingyue's fingers froze in mid-air.
"How much?" Qingfeng asked eagerly.
"Twenty...twenty." Mingyue swallowed hard, cold sweat trickling down her forehead.
"You must be mistaken! Let me count!"
The breeze pushed the bright moon aside, and then tilted its head back, counting carefully from left to right once more.
After counting, Qingfeng collapsed to the ground, his face ashen.
"Really—there are twenty."
The two quickly began to calculate in their minds.
This ginseng fruit tree only bears thirty fruits every ten thousand years.
A few days ago, Master Zhenyuan Daxian opened the garden and cut down two trees to share with his disciples.
Before leaving today, Master instructed that two of them be given to the Tang Dynasty monk. The Tang monk, being a mortal, dared not eat them, so the two of them shared them in the room.
If you subtract four from thirty, there should be twenty-six left on the tree!
But now, no matter how I count, there are only twenty!
"Six are missing!" Qingfeng's eyes were bloodshot, and he gritted his teeth. "Six are missing in total!"
Mingyue trembled with rage: "Who else could it be but those ugly monks with long snouts, big ears, hairy faces, and thunderous mouths! No wonder I heard that pig demon yelling in the kitchen earlier about not tasting the fruit; it turns out they stole our celestial treasure!"
"Let's go! Let's settle the score with that bald monk!"
Enraged, the two children turned and rushed out of the back garden, heading straight for the main hall.
At this moment, Tang Sanzang was sitting upright on a prayer mat in the main hall, chanting scriptures with his eyes closed.
Sun Wukong had just returned from outside and was squatting by a pillar, scratching his head in frustration because of the matter of his fake senior brother Ying Lingzi.
"Bang!"
The doors to the main hall were pushed open, and a gentle breeze and the bright moon rushed in.
"You old monk! You wear a cassock, yet you're a bandit who condones his disciples' thievery!" Qingfeng pointed at Tang Seng's nose and cursed loudly.
Mingyue chimed in with her own curses: "My master, out of some lingering affection from five hundred years ago, kindly offered you lodging, and you repay kindness with enmity, allowing your demon subordinates to steal the celestial treasures of my Wuzhuang Temple! Your words are filthy and shameless!"
Startled by the sudden shout, Tang Sanzang opened his eyes, looking bewildered: "Two celestial children, what brings you to this? I have been a monk since childhood, observing a vegetarian diet. I sweep the floor for fear of harming even ants, and I cherish moths by covering lamps with gauze. How could I possibly commit such a theft?"
"Pah!" Qingfeng spat. "You old bald monk, you still dare to argue! If you didn't steal it yourself, where are your apprentices?! Call them out for a confrontation!"
Seeing the two boys' confident words, Tang Sanzang felt a little uneasy and quickly called out, "Wukong, Bajie, Wujing, come here."
Bajie and Sha Wujing heard the commotion and rushed over from their rooms.
The four members of the group gathered in the center of the main hall.
Tang Sanzang asked in a deep voice, "Wukong, have any of you taken anything from this temple?"
Sun Wukong, already annoyed by the two boys' foul language, stepped forward with a cold laugh: "I, Sun Wukong, am honest and straightforward. I took it, that's all. I picked five fruits from the tree in the back garden, and my two brothers and I shared them. What, are your fruits too precious for you to eat?"
Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang trembled with rage: "You—you impudent monkey! How could you do such a self-inflicted crime!"
Upon hearing Wukong's admission, Qingfeng laughed in fury: "You thieving monkey! You steal food, fine, but you dare to boast so arrogantly! Tell me, how many did you kill?"
"Five!" Sun Wukong said, head held high, with an air of self-righteousness.
"Nonsense!" Mingyue shouted angrily, "Six are clearly missing from the tree! You thieving monkey, you stole six, but only claim to have stolen five. Where did the last one go? Did you hide it yourself?!"
The moment these words were spoken, the hall fell silent.
Sun Wukong frowned: "I said five, and that's it. I didn't touch a single one more. Don't you dare make false accusations!"
Just then, Pigsy, who was standing nearby, rolled his eyes and grumbled, "Brother Monkey, this is wrong of you. Since you stole six, why did you only bring back three to share with us? Could it be that you really kept three for yourself behind our backs?"
Bajie hadn't had enough to eat, and when he heard the boy say that six were missing, he immediately concluded that the monkey had eaten all by himself.
"Shut up, you idiot!" Sun Wukong roared, turning to glare at Zhu Bajie. "Do you think I'm the kind of person who eats alone?!"
Qingfeng sneered repeatedly: "You bunch of demons, you can't even divide the spoils properly, so you're fighting like dogs! You stole six, that's six! Do you really think our Wuzhuang Temple is blind?!"
Mingyue pointed at Sun Wukong's nose and cursed, "You wild monkey who sprang from some crack in a rock, you orphan! How dare you cause trouble on Longevity Mountain! If you don't hand over the rest of the fruit today, don't even think about leaving Wuzhuang Temple alive!"
"You beast without parents—"
Sun Wukong gritted his teeth and opened his fiery eyes wide.
First, there were treacherous thieves impersonating their master plotting against them; then, there was suspicion from their foolish fellow disciples; and now, they were being insulted by two immature boys.
The nameless rage of the Monkey King was completely ignited.
"Okay, okay, okay————"
Sun Wukong sneered, "Since you say I stole six, then today I'll make sure you don't get a single one!"
He stood still, plucked a life-saving hair from behind his head with his right hand, chewed it in his mouth, and spat it out as he lowered his head.
"Change!"
Sun Wukong secretly made a hand seal, and the hair instantly transformed into a fake pilgrim who looked exactly like him, standing meekly beside Tang Sanzang, taking the insults of Qingfeng and Mingyue in his place.
Meanwhile, Sun Wukong's true form had already transformed into a gentle breeze, silently leaving the main hall and heading straight for the back garden.
The back garden of Wuzhuang Temple was heavily fortified with arrays, but these restrictions were useless in front of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven, who was proficient in the Seventy-Two Transformations and the Somersault Cloud.
Sun Wukong descended on a cloud, his feet landing on the spiritual soil beneath the ginseng fruit tree. He looked up at the lush, innate spiritual root.