All Heavens: Sharing Talents with Countless Mes

The crimson lotus flames burned silently within the glass lamp, instantly distorting the surrounding air due to the extreme heat. The terrifying aura that seemed capable of incinerating everything caused Qingfeng and Mingyue's expressions to change slightly.

"This is a precious Buddhist treasure, containing the karmic fire of the Red Lotus. I'll exchange this treasure for one of your ginseng fruits. How about it?" Chu Yang looked at them coldly.

Qingfeng stared at the glass lamp for a few moments, a flash of greed crossing his eyes, but he quickly concealed it and sneered, "You think you can exchange this worthless Buddhist wreckage for a spiritual root? What kind of magical treasures does my Wuzhuang Temple have? Why would we care about your broken lamp? Chu Yang, is it? I advise you to give up on this idea as soon as possible and take your useless older brother and get down the mountain."

Chu Yang's hands cracked as he suppressed his anger, put the glass lamp away, and then unfastened the "Sword of Slaying Karma and Ignorance" from his waist, slamming the sword and scabbard against the doorframe.

"Then add this Sword of Severing Karma and Ignorance! This sword is the personal Dharma weapon of Bodhisattva Samantabhadra, capable of severing all karmic obstacles in the world. Two Buddhist treasures in exchange for a single fruit, your Wuzhuang Temple is guaranteed to make a profit!" Chu Yang's voice had taken on an extremely dangerous hoarse tone.

Mingyue suddenly chuckled. He lightly tapped the sword scabbard with his whisk, his tone full of mockery and greed: "Chu Yang, aren't you too naive? Since you need our help, how this deal should be made and what the price should be are up to us brothers."

Mingyue stepped forward, looking down at Chu Yang with an extremely sinister expression.

"You want ginseng fruit? Fine. But these two broken magic treasures aren't enough. That monkey's soul is already half shattered; to repair it, you'll have to exchange the other half. I want to gouge out that monkey's fiery eyes for me to refine into pills!" Mingyue pointed at Sun Wukong on the ground, as if discussing an inanimate object. "And you, Chu Yang. The sword spirit energy within you is quite good; extract it and leave it along with this sword. As for this monk..."

Mingyue turned her gaze to Tang Sanzang, who had remained silent, and curled her lip in disdain: "You'll be sweeping the floor in the outhouse of Wuzhuang Temple for a hundred years, doing menial work. If you agree to these three conditions, I might be in a good mood and give you half a rotten fruit. How about it? Are you in or not?"

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

At the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, even the wind seemed to stand still.

Sun Wukong stopped coughing, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the bright moon. Although he couldn't move, the malevolent energy within him had materialized into black smoke, swirling above his head.

Chu Yang didn't speak; he simply lowered his head, looking at his right hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The veins on the back of his hand bulged, resembling gnarled tree roots. He had thought the hypocrisy of the gods and Buddhas had already broadened his horizons, but he never imagined that this Taoist immortal's doorman could be so greedy and vicious as to be utterly appalling.

"You're asking for the moon, you don't even care about manners." Chu Yang's voice was very soft, as soft as a sigh.

He slowly raised his head, his one gold and one red eye now completely covered by an extremely cold killing intent.

"Since we can't reach an agreement on the deal..." Chu Yang's right hand suddenly gripped the hilt of his sword.

"Wait a minute."

Just as Chu Yang was about to draw his sword, an extremely hoarse yet incredibly steady voice sounded behind him.

Tang Sanzang loosened the reins of the white dragon horse and walked step by step to Chu Yang's side. Although he was only wearing a tattered inner robe, his aura at this moment was even more overwhelming than when he wore the brocade cassock.

When Qingfeng and Mingyue saw Tang Seng approaching, they assumed that this usually weak monk was about to start chanting sutras and begging for mercy again. Mingyue even sneered, "What? Old monk, have you figured it out? If you have, hurry up and go to the backyard to pick up manure, don't get in the way here."

Tang Seng ignored Mingyue's sarcasm. He turned his head slightly and looked at Chu Yang's hand, which was tightly gripping the sword hilt.

Chu Yang's heart sank.

"Damn it, this pedantic master is definitely going to nag about how monks should be compassionate, not to take things by force, and not to get angry without reason." Chu Yang gritted his teeth inwardly. If Tang Seng insisted on stopping him, he really couldn't take action directly, after all, he was his master.

Tang Sanzang extended a hand, a hand calloused and covered in small cuts from leading the horse and enduring hardship along the way. He gently placed his hand on the back of Chu Yang's sword-wielding hand.

Chu Yang froze, just about to refute Tang Seng's Buddhist doctrine that was about to slip out.

Tang Sanzang's hand trembled slightly, and his lips were tightly pursed. His mind was filled with images of the suffocating rules of the Immaculate City, Bai Ling's contemptuous disdain, and the muffled thud of the Soul-Suppressing Seal striking Sun Wukong's soul.

He raised his eyes and looked at the two arrogant, greedy young Taoist disciples who treated human life like dirt. In Tang Sanzang's eyes at this moment, those two exquisite faces were no different from the faceless stone puppets in the Immaculate City, or the high and mighty masks of gods and Buddhas.

"Master, what do you want to say?" Chu Yang stared intently into Tang Seng's eyes, his tone carrying a hint of restrained anxiety.

Tang Sanzang's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty. He looked at Chu Yang, then at Sun Wukong lying in a pool of blood.

The hand that had been resting on Chu Yang's hand slowly but firmly released itself.

Tang Sanzang turned around, his back to the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, and to Chu Yang and the two young Taoist boys. He walked to the side of the white dragon horse, and gently stroked the mane on its back with extremely slow and gentle movements.

“Amitabha…” Tang Sanzang’s voice was extremely deep, as if it were squeezed out from the deepest part of his chest. “The wind on Longevity Mountain is quite noisy today.”

Tang Sanzang closed his eyes.

“My ears are ringing, and I can’t hear anything. Benefactor Chu, if you want to do something… then do it. But be quick, Wukong’s injury can’t be delayed.”

Chu Yang was stunned.

Sun Wukong was also stunned.

Qingfeng and Mingyue were even more astonished, they didn't understand the meaning behind the monk's words.

But Chu Yang understood.

Tang Sanzang neither chanted scriptures to stop him nor used monastic rules to restrain him. He turned his back to what was about to happen and, with an extremely lame excuse, gave Chu Yang his complete tacit approval!
For a holy monk who had cultivated for ten lifetimes, what courage it must have taken to shatter his faith! He abandoned the rules of Buddhism and chose to fight for his disciple's right to live in the most barbaric and direct way.

"Master..." Chu Yang's voice trembled slightly. He looked at Tang Seng's still thin but upright figure, and his eyes suddenly welled up with tears.

He suddenly turned his head to look at Qingfeng and Mingyue, and a crazy, cruel smile suddenly appeared on his originally cold face.

"Two celestial children, since you refuse to do business..."

Before Chu Yang could finish speaking, a dragon's roar resounded through the sky!
The sword that cuts through karma and ignorance is unsheathed!
The seven-colored Buddha light mixed with the dark red lotus fire instantly erupted into an extremely terrifying storm in front of the gate of Wuzhuang Temple.

"Then let's just rob them outright!"

Chu Yang roared, giving Qingfeng and Mingyue no time to react, and kicked the vermilion gate on the left hard. "Boom—!!!"

The wooden door, weighing a thousand pounds and covered with defensive formations, was kicked apart by Chu Yang with the power of his sword spirit, along with the door frame. Wood chips flew into the temple like projectiles.

"Insolence! You audacious madman, how dare you force your way into Wuzhuang Temple!" Qingfeng was forced back more than ten steps by the violent force, and the whisk in his hand almost flew out of his grasp. He roared angrily, pulled out a golden talisman from his sleeve, bit his tongue, and spat a mouthful of blood onto it, "Taiyi Green Wood Formation, activate!"

As the talisman burned, countless emerald green lights instantly illuminated the bluestone plaza of Wuzhuang Temple, and dozens of thick green vines burst from the ground, coiling towards Chu Yang like venomous snakes.

"You dare to show off your meager skills before an expert!"

Chu Yang sneered, advancing instead of retreating. He pushed his pure Yang true energy to its limit, and the dark red light in his right eye shone brightly.

"The flames of karma spread like wildfire!"

With a sudden swing of the Sword of Slaying Karma, a dark red wave of fire, tens of feet long, swept out along the ground. The Crimson Lotus Karmic Fire was said to incinerate everything in the world; these ordinary green wood formations were no match for it. Wherever the fire wave passed, the thick green vines were instantly burned to ashes, and even the bluestone slabs on the ground were scorched with deep, blackened grooves.

When Mingyue saw that the formation had been broken, he turned pale with fright. He drew his long sword from behind him and shouted, "Senior Brother Qingfeng, this mortal is very strange. He used the 'Hidden Universe' technique!"

The two simultaneously made hand seals, and the wide sleeves of their Taoist robes instantly bulged, unleashing an extremely powerful suction force that attempted to pull Chu Yang and the flames around him into them.

"A universe hidden in your sleeve? You dare use the divine powers of Zhenyuan Daxian?"

A cold glint flashed in Chu Yang's eyes. He had now condensed his sword spirit, making his perception of spatial laws extremely acute. He saw through the fact that the two Daoist disciples' spells were merely rudimentary.

"Break!"

Chu Yang gripped the sword with both hands, and the sword spirit within his body emitted a clear sword cry. A trace of the "power of rules" belonging to the Immaculate City adhered to the blade. He met the immense suction force head-on and unleashed a slash!
This sword strike had no dazzling light, only an almost transparent sword aura.

"Thorn-"

The sword energy cleaved through the air, striking the core of the suction force with extreme precision.

"what!"

Qingfeng and Mingyue both let out a scream. Their bulging sleeves were instantly torn into shreds by the sword energy. The backlash from the spell sent them flying, crashing into a stone pillar at the edge of the square with a bang. They coughed up blood and instantly lost consciousness.

From the moment Chu Yang drew his sword to the moment he defeated the two Daoist boys, only a few breaths had passed. The entire front courtyard of Wuzhuang Temple had been reduced to a scene of utter devastation.

"Master, wait for me outside. Monkey King, hang in there, I'll go pick some fruit for you right away!"

Chu Yang sheathed his sword and, without pausing, stepped over Qingfeng and Mingyue's bodies, rushing towards the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple.

The backyard of Wuzhuang Temple is an extremely vast garden. As soon as you step through the back gate, an extremely rich innate Yi wood spiritual energy that makes your pores open and your mind refreshed rushes towards you.

In the very center of the garden grows an enormous, towering ancient tree.

The tree trunk is as thick as dozens of people could hug, and its bark has an extremely ancient bronze color, covered with patterns like dragon scales. Its canopy blocks out the sun, and its emerald green leaves shimmer with a lustrous sheen in the sunlight.

Among the dense foliage, dozens of oddly shaped fruits hung intermittently. These fruits were translucent pinkish-white, and their shapes truly resembled chubby newborn babies with all four limbs intact. One could even vaguely see extremely subtle "breathing" undulations on the surface of the fruits.

Ginseng fruit tree!

Standing under the tree, Chu Yang, even though he had already condensed his sword spirit and possessed an extremely firm mind, still felt a wavering in his heart when faced with such a primordial spiritual root that rivaled the creation of heaven and earth.

He had no time for reflection; his gaze quickly swept across the area under the tree.

"Golden cudgel, golden cudgel..."

The original text states that this ginseng fruit falls when it encounters gold, withers when it encounters wood, dissolves when it encounters water, scorches when it encounters fire, and sinks into the earth when it encounters soil. It can only be knocked down with a specially made "golden mallet".

Soon, Chu Yang found the magical artifact, which was made entirely of pure gold and shaped like a small hammer, in an extremely well-hidden jade box next to the tree roots.

Chu Yang gripped the golden mallet, leaped, and flew directly to the treetop.

He carefully approached the plumpest "ginseng fruit" and gently tapped the stem of the fruit with the golden mallet in his hand.

"Ding--"

A crisp sound, like jade striking jade, rang out. The ginseng fruit instantly fell to the ground, and Chu Yang, with quick reflexes, caught it steadily with the hem of his Taoist robe.

He wasn't greedy; taking too many of these rare treasures would surely cause him big trouble. He only knocked down three, carefully pocketed them in his robe, then quickly jumped down from the tree, threw the golden mallet back to its original spot, and turned to run wildly towards the front yard.

"Monkey King! The fruit is here!"

Chu Yang rushed out of the gate of Wuzhuang Temple, ran straight to Sun Wukong's side, took out a ginseng fruit from his robe, and stuffed it into Sun Wukong's mouth.

"Monkey King, eat up! Swallow it whole, skin and all, don't chew it!"

Sun Wukong was now in a semi-conscious state, the golden light of the swastika above his head was extremely dim, and his breath was also extremely weak. Hearing Chu Yang's voice, he opened his mouth with great difficulty.

Chu Yang stuffed the ginseng fruit, which looked like a doll, directly into Sun Wukong's mouth.

The ginseng fruit melted instantly in his mouth, transforming into an extremely powerful and pure azure liquid that surged down Sun Wukong's throat and into his entire body!

"boom--!!!"

A visible azure energy wave erupted from Sun Wukong, instantly sending the surrounding bluestone slabs flying dozens of feet! (End of Chapter)