I am a boss in the world of nine uncles

Based on the original drama, Qin Yao had a very poor impression of this old turtle.

In the original story, when Sun Wukong asked for help, the old turtle refused to lend a hand, making all sorts of excuses to protect itself.

But when Sun Wukong defeated the Great King Linggan and there was a broken bridge as an alternative route, the old man rushed over in a hurry, eagerly offering to ferry everyone across the river.

After crossing the river, it didn't hesitate to take advantage of the kindness shown to it, saying that it had many children and didn't want to be separated from them. It hoped that when Xuanzang reached the Western Paradise, he could ask the Buddha to grant him tens of thousands of years of life in return for helping him cross the river...

Qin Yao didn't actually dislike people who sought profit and avoided harm, and he understood that the old turtle didn't want to invite trouble when faced with danger.

But what I really hate is that when we need it, it doesn't help, but then it tries to take advantage of us after the Journey to the West team has solved their problems!
Fortunately, they had already crossed the river and no longer needed the old turtle to lead them. In this situation, he wanted to see what else the other party had to say!

“That’s right, the old tortoise I’m looking for is the Holy Monk. I thank the Holy Monk for helping me get rid of the Great King Linggan and killing that traitor, the Spotted Mandarin Duck Woman.”

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of the master and his disciples, the old turtle suddenly touched its head to the ground and said with great gratitude.

Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "You've thanked the wrong person. I didn't kill them; it was Wukong and Bajie who did it."

Upon hearing this, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie, who had followed them out, felt a surge of pride and broke into bright smiles.

"Of course we must thank you," the old turtle hurriedly said. "Thank you, Great Sage and Marshal Tianpeng."

Pigsy said cheerfully, "Brother Monkey is still the Great Sage, that's true, but I'm no longer Marshal Tianpeng. Just call me Pigsy."

The old turtle flattered, "Yes, yes, but in my heart, you will always be the legendary Marshal Tianpeng."

"You're quite the talker," Pigsy said with a smile, pointing at the other person, a sense of goodwill rising in his heart.

The old turtle chuckled: "Marshal, you flatter me. I was just speaking my mind."

Qin Yao had no interest in listening to this old tortoise's empty talk and said bluntly, "I've already thanked you. Do you have anything else to say?"

The old turtle's smile faltered slightly, and his expression quickly turned sorrowful: "To be honest, Holy Monk, there is indeed another matter."

Qin Yao said, "It's getting late, just say it."

The old turtle exhaled a long breath and said, "To this day, I have lived for more than 20,000 years. Recently, I have had a feeling that my time is coming soon, which makes me restless and anxious. I can't even enjoy my new turtle wife in the turtle nest. She is always full of sorrow."

Moreover, the oldest of my turtle children is only three hundred years old. They have no ability to live on their own. I can't even imagine what they would do if I died.
They might starve to death, they might be eaten by someone else, they might... In short, it would definitely be a miserable experience.

"Since you are all so kind-hearted, could you please ask the Buddha to grant me an extra two or three thousand years?"

Qin Yao: "..."

He never expected that this old turtle's skin was even thicker than his own shell. Without helping them cross the river, he just wanted him to pray for tens of thousands of years of life by playing the victim!
joke.

It would be better if the Buddha didn't give it to him; if he did, wouldn't he be selling Xuanzang's face?
Does he need to repay this favor?

In the original story, the original owner of this body was unaware of the gravity of the situation and agreed after being flattered with a few nice words, but he would not be a sucker!

Thinking of this, a cold glint flashed in Qin Yao's eyes, and he said firmly and decisively, "We can't help with this."

The old turtle immediately became anxious: "Holy monk, this is not a difficult matter for you. It's just asking a question. It shouldn't be difficult, right?"

"Asking a question is not difficult, but who owes this favor?" Qin Yao retorted.

The old turtle truly hadn't expected Tang Sanzang to be so shrewd, showing him no respect whatsoever and hitting the nail on the head with a single sentence. Therefore, it could only grit its teeth and say, "Of course it's on my tab..."

"Do not."

Qin Yao shook his head and said, "Since I suggested it, it's definitely mine. Old Yuan, I don't want to say anything too harsh, you should just leave."

The old turtle gave him a deep look, finally let out a long sigh, and quickly disappeared into the night.

"With skin this thick, no wonder he's lived for tens of thousands of years." After watching his figure disappear, Sun Wukong couldn't help but complain.

Qin Yao smiled slightly: "Kindness should also have its limits, and monsters like this are outside those limits."

Sun Wukong agreed wholeheartedly and said with a smile, "Master, it seems that awakening your innate wisdom has brought you not only intelligence, but also a broader perspective and a more refined character."

Qin Yao waved his hand and said, "Go back and rest. We'll continue our journey early tomorrow morning..."

Time passes.

As time goes by.

Four months passed in the blink of an eye, like a fleeting moment. On this day, the master and his disciples were walking along a small path when suddenly the view opened up before them.

Gazing intently ahead, one sees a gathering of celestial energy and the beauty of the sacred mountains, as if their roots were connected to the Kunlun Mountains and their peaks reached the heavens, majestic and magnificent.

"This mountain is extraordinary; there must be immortal cultivators living here."

Sun Wukong raised his right hand to his eyes and looked at it, then said with absolute certainty.

"Let's go." Qin Yao knew what kind of mountain this was, so he didn't say much, but just urged them to move forward.

Before long, the master and his disciples climbed the high mountain and gradually came to the front of a group of buildings. Looking around, they saw a stone tablet on the left side of the mountain gate, with ten ancient characters engraved on it: "Wanshou Mountain Blessed Land, Wuzhuang Temple Grotto Heaven!"

"Wuzhuang Temple...it's actually here!"

Qin Yao's eyes flickered slightly, and he said deliberately.

As he expected, upon hearing this, his disciples all turned to look at him, with the quick-witted Sun Wukong being the first to ask, "Master, what do you mean by that?"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "I have a good friend named Zhen Yuanzi, who says that his Taoist temple is Wuzhuang Temple..."

He remembered that in the original drama, Tang Sanzang told Sun Wukong that he and Zhen Yuanzi were good friends, so he dared to use that phrase directly now, as a prelude to what he was about to say.

"Since this is Master's friend's dojo, we'll definitely be able to eat and sleep well," Pigsy suddenly said excitedly with a smile.

Qin Yao's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "Precisely because this is the place of my old friend's practice, you must not embarrass your teacher."

Remember, once you enter the mountain gate, do not be reckless, do not make noise, and especially do not deliberately provoke others or speak with veiled hostility…

This is like giving a preventative shot.

After all, in the original story, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie's performance at Wuzhuang Temple was absolutely terrible.

If they do not take precautions, coupled with the hidden forces of the Eastern Buddha, the disaster may be even more severe than in their 'destiny,' and even Guanyin may not be able to save them!
"Since Master has made this request, we'll just have to tone it down." Under his gaze, Sun Wukong had no choice but to agree.

"I, Old Pig, have always loved peace. As long as no one shits on my head, I won't resort to violence," Pigsy added.

Sha Wujing nodded heavily: "Me too."

Qin Yao couldn't help but chuckle and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go, let's enter the mountain gate." In the blink of an eye, the group crossed the mountain gate and arrived in front of a tall pavilion. There, on the second gate, they saw a pair of Spring Festival couplets that read: "The immortal abode of immortals, the Taoist family that lives as long as heaven."

The couplet was quite boastful, and even Sun Wukong wanted to laugh when he saw it, but after glancing at his master, he forced himself to hold back.

He's my master's friend.

I'd better stop laughing, lest my master scold me again.

Upon reaching the second-floor gate and entering the main hall, they saw two Taoist priests, one fat and one thin, dressed in green robes, chatting and laughing. Upon seeing them, they both suddenly stood up and cried out, "Monster!"

Sun Wukong hated it when people called him a monster. He was about to retort when he heard his master beside him say seriously, "Fellow Daoists, they are not monsters, but my disciples."

The two Taoist priests then turned their attention to him. Seeing his imposing presence and extraordinary bearing, they dared not be negligent and bowed, asking, "May I ask your name, Master?"

Qin Yao smiled and said, "This humble monk is Tang Xuanzang, who comes from the Great Tang Dynasty in the East, and is on his way to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures."

"You are Tang Sanzang?!" the fat Taoist priest exclaimed in surprise.

Qin Yao feigned surprise: "Fellow Daoist, have you heard of my name?"

"This junior dares not accept the title of fellow Daoist. Please call me Qingfeng. The person beside me is Mingyue."

Before my master ascended to heaven, he said that an old friend named Tang Xuanzang would come, and he instructed us to present him with a generous gift.

"A heavy gift?"

Pigsy's eyes lit up suddenly, and he hurriedly asked, "Is it food or drink?"

Qingfeng looked down on the pig demon for his coarse nature, but out of respect for the handsome Xuanzang, he didn't show it. He simply said, "Please follow me."

Apart from Qin Yao, all the other protectors were completely baffled. With curious expressions, they followed the two Taoists into an orchard. In the center of the orchard stood a large tree with lush branches and leaves, its top like a canopy. Among the banana-like leaves, one could vaguely see white, tender fruits shaped like children with smiling faces, which were quite mysterious.

"This tree is something special," Sun Wukong murmured.

Qingfeng raised his head and said with no small amount of pride, "It's more than just a little bit amazing. This tree is the Ginseng Fruit Tree, one of the Ten Great Immortal Roots since the beginning of time. Its fruit takes nine thousand years to ripen once, and only thirty fruits are produced at a time. It is said that hearing about it can add three hundred and sixty years to one's lifespan, and eating it can extend one's lifespan by forty-seven thousand years!"

Wow, that's amazing!

Pigsy's mouth watered as he listened, and he said with a look of longing on his face.

Qingfeng glanced at him, her disgust intensifying, but she still didn't say anything more. She simply turned to Mingyue and said:
"Go to the room and fetch the golden cudgel and the alchemical plate. Let's knock one down and give it to Master Xuanzang to quench his thirst."

"Take down one? What about us?" Pigsy couldn't help but ask.

After watching the bright moon depart, Qingfeng said calmly, "Are you my master's friends? My master said that only holy monks can enjoy this."

Pigsy: "..."

Beside him, Qin Yao's eyes flickered slightly, and he said with a smile, "Bajie, it's alright. After Zhen Yuanzi returns, I'll ask for three more fruits for the three of you."

In the original drama, when Zhen Yuanzi left, he clearly instructed two young Taoist disciples to pick four fruits for Tang Sanzang...

Just like in the story, Qingfeng was incredibly audacious, trying to steal all three fruits. How despicable!

Upon hearing Qin Yao's words, Qingfeng's smile froze, and a chill suddenly ran through his heart.

If the situation described by Tang Sanzang really happened, how could he possibly hide the fact that he had greedily taken three fruits?

At that time, who knows how Master will deal with him.

Thinking of this, he hurriedly said, "Holy Monk, my master has gone to heaven to attend the Jade Pool Assembly. You should know that there is a time difference between heaven and earth. If you wait here for his return, it may take ten or eight years, which will delay too many things."

"That makes sense."

Qin Yao nodded, then pretended to ponder and said, "Then let's do it this way. Wukong, go to Yaochi on my behalf and ask Zhen Yuanzi if he can give us three more fruits."

Qingfeng suddenly opened his eyes wide and instinctively cried out, "No!"

"Why not? What's it to you?"

Seeing that he kept bringing up this or that, Sun Wukong became a little impatient and retorted directly.

Helpless, Qingfeng had no choice but to suppress his greed and said softly, "I'm sorry, I misspoke. I meant to say 'no need,' not 'impossible.'"

My master had specifically mentioned that if the holy monk found the ginseng fruit palatable, he could get a few more to satisfy his craving, up to a maximum of four.

Apart from these four fruits, all other fruits were also prepared.

Sun Wukong, being naturally intelligent, immediately guessed the truth and sneered:
"I think the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi instructed us to give us four fruits, right? It was you who became greedy and wanted to keep three of them for yourself."

Qingfeng was furious: "How dare you make false accusations?"

"Do you dare to go to heaven with me to confront the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi?" Sun Wukong retorted.

Qingfeng stared wide-eyed, panting heavily: "Why should I go to heaven with you?"

"Senior brother, have you brought the golden cudgel and the pill plate?"

Just as Qin Yao was about to mediate between the two, Mingyue suddenly strode over, holding a piece of red gold in her left hand and a plate of unknown material covered with a silk handkerchief in her right.

"I really don't want to see these three monsters anymore. Please pick four fruits for them."

Qingfeng flicked his sleeves, made an excuse to escape, and disappeared into the orchard in the blink of an eye.

Mingyue looked bewildered, then asked Qin Yao, "Holy Monk, what's wrong?"

"It's alright." Qin Yao smiled and said, "Your senior brother might have some prejudice against demons, so he's a bit short-tempered. Let's just ignore him."

Mingyue nodded, and then, in front of everyone, used a golden mallet to knock down four fruits, carefully placing them in a fruit plate.

To prevent his apprentices from being unaware of the significance of the gift, Qin Yao deliberately asked, "Mingyue, is there any special meaning behind this golden mallet and fruit platter?"

Mingyue laughed and said, "That's right. Ginseng fruit falls when it encounters gold, withers when it encounters wood, dissolves when it encounters water, burns when it encounters fire, and enters the earth when it encounters soil."

Therefore, a metal mallet and this tray are necessary when harvesting.

By the way, there's a proper way to eat it. It's best to put the fruit in clean water. The fruit will dissolve in the water, filling the water with spiritual energy, making it easier to absorb.

Qin Yao blinked, not expecting that this question would yield additional results.

At least until this point, he didn't know that ginseng fruit needed to be dissolved in water before consumption... (End of Chapter)