Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

Time flies, and several more months have passed.

The westward-bound group had already arrived at the Wanshou Mountain area in Jambudvipa (the southern continent).

Along their journey, the four travelers witnessed far too many human tragedies.

Wherever the calamity passed, all things withered and life turned into demons. Many once prosperous cities are now ruins, becoming dens of demons.

Countless demons' blood have been spilled beneath Sun Wukong's golden cudgel.

Pigsy and Sandy had long lost their initial playful demeanor, their expressions now solemn and grim.

however.

The moment they stepped into the territory of Longevity Hill, a completely different atmosphere rushed towards them.

Here, there was no unsettling gray aura of calamity, no frantically roaring demons; instead, there was an abundance of celestial energy and vibrant spirituality.

It was a completely different world from the blood-red inferno outside.

"What a blessed land!"

Pigsy sniffed and couldn't help but exclaim in admiration.

Sun Wukong scanned the area with his fiery eyes and chuckled, "Ahead lies the Wuzhuang Temple of the Great Immortal Zhenyuanzi."

Several people continued to move forward.

Before they even got close to the ancient Taoist temple, the gates were already wide open.

Two Taoist boys with ethereal and otherworldly bearing strode out to greet them, followed by a group of disciples from Wuzhuang Temple: "Welcome, Holy Monk Xuanzang! Welcome, Great Sage!"

Leading the way were Qingfeng and Mingyue.

Unlike their arrogant demeanor in the original story, the two were extremely respectful at this moment.

Xuanzang dismounted, clasped his hands together, and returned the greeting: "Thank you for your trouble, Daoist masters."

Qingfeng and Mingyue quickly replied, "Holy Monk, you are too kind. Our master has been waiting in the temple for a long time. Please!"

talking.

They led the way, welcoming the master and his disciples into the Wuzhuang Temple.

Inside the temple!

A middle-aged Taoist priest, dressed in an earth-yellow robe, with a gaunt face and three long strands of beard, stood smiling.

He was none other than Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of all earth immortals.

Upon seeing Xuanzang and his companions, he laughed heartily and stepped forward to greet them: "Holy Monk, we have long admired each other, and today I have finally met you in person."

Xuanzang smiled slightly and said, "Your Excellency's demeanor is truly captivating."

The two had been friends for many years through the Heavenly Mystery Mirror, and now that they were meeting in person, there was no awkwardness between them.

Sun Wukong scratched his head. He remembered that he seemed to have seen Zhen Yuanzi when he made havoc in the Heavenly Palace, but they didn't have much of a relationship.

After they were seated, Zhen Yuanzi ordered fragrant tea and divine fruits to be served. He looked at Xuanzang and said with emotion, "Holy monk, you must have witnessed many tragic scenes on your journey westward."

Xuanzang sighed and said with emotion, "The Southern Continent has become a purgatory. This humble monk's journey to the west is not to obtain scriptures, but to spread the way of our Great Qin, that everyone should be like a dragon, and to protect all living beings by establishing a boundary across the nine provinces."

"Excellent." Zhen Yuanzi clapped his hands in praise: "Only the Great Qin has such courage to use the power of a single nation to resist the great calamity of heaven and earth."

Xuanzang asked curiously, "May I ask, Great Immortal, why is it that the Wanshou Mountain region is unaffected by the calamity and can remain unscathed?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled slightly upon hearing this and waved his hand.

hum!
The entire Wuzhuang Temple suddenly trembled.

A pure white light curtain rose from the ground beneath the Taoist temple, instantly spreading out and enveloping the entire Wanshou Mountain Range, which stretched for hundreds of millions of miles.

Above the light screen, a phantom of a pure and flawless nine-grade white lotus slowly rotated, casting down countless rays of gentle purifying light.

Outside the light barrier, dense gray aura surged and churned, frantically assaulting the barrier, but was firmly blocked by the purifying light, unable to advance an inch.

Zhen Yuanzi explained with a smile, "This is a gift from His Highness the Crown Prince, the Ninth Grade Pure World White Lotus Formation."

Xuanzang looked at the sacred lotus flower and suddenly realized the truth.

It turned out to be the case.

Throughout the journey, a question lingered in his mind.

Why is it that during this great calamity, when everyone is in danger, Zhen Yuanzi and the Queen Mother of the West are able to remain safe and sound, and even protect the lives of the people in the region?

Now, he understands.

All of this was within His Highness the Crown Prince's calculations.

Wuzhuang Temple and West Kunlun are like two nails that the Great Qin Dynasty has driven into the Southern Jambudvipa and the Western Niuhe Continent!

at this time.

Zhen Yuanzi instructed the people outside the door: "Qingfeng, Mingyue, go and bring down five ginseng fruits from the backyard to welcome the holy monk and his disciples."

Qingfeng and Mingyue bowed in agreement, then turned and left.

A short while later, the two returned carrying a white jade plate.

On the plate, five fruits, shaped like infants with complete limbs and clearly defined features, were prominently displayed.

It is the ginseng fruit, a spiritual root of heaven and earth that blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature. Just smelling it can make you live for three hundred and sixty years, and eating one can make you live for forty-seven thousand years.

Pigsy and Sandy both had their eyes light up when they saw the fruit.

The white dragon horse stood to the side, snorting incessantly.

Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "Holy monk, everyone, please."

Xuanzang looked at the fruit that resembled an infant, and without the slightest affectation, picked one up and chanted a Buddhist prayer: "Amitabha, this humble monk will accept it without being disrespectful."

After saying that, he opened his mouth and took a bite.

The fruit melted in his mouth, transforming into a pure and warm current of life that instantly flowed through Xuanzang's limbs and bones.

His cultivation, which had been stagnant at the threshold of the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm, was showing signs of loosening.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong chuckled, picked up a pill, and swallowed it in a few bites.

Pigsy went even further, stuffing the whole fruit into his mouth and swallowing it whole. After finishing, he smacked his lips with lingering satisfaction, saying, "Good fruit! Good fruit! It's just too small, not even enough to fill an old pig's teeth."

Sha Wujing and the White Dragon Horse each ate one, and felt completely refreshed, with their magical powers greatly improved.

The scene was filled with joy and harmony for a moment.

Just as everyone was enjoying the ginseng fruit.

View from the outside.

A young Taoist priest rushed in and bowed to Zhen Yuanzi, reporting, "Master, there is a Buddha's light outside the temple. It is said that the Buddha Tathagata of the Great Thunderclap Temple in the Western Paradise invites you to Mount Ling to discuss the Great Dao."

This statement came out.

The atmosphere inside the hall instantly became somewhat subtle.

Sun Wukong scratched his cheek, and Zhu Bajie stopped smacking his lips.

They all knew that the Buddhist sect's sending of people at this time was not simply for discussing doctrines.

Zhen Yuanzi still had a smile on his face, as if he had expected it. He waved his hand, signaling the young Taoist to step back.

immediately.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Xuanzang and went straight to the point, saying frankly, "Xuanzang, I won't hide anything from you."

"The Buddhist sect has already predetermined a calamity for my Wuzhuang Temple."

"They predicted that your disciple Sun Wukong would get into a quarrel with my disciples over stealing ginseng fruit, and in a fit of anger, he would knock down my ginseng fruit tree."

"At that time, I will be furious and capture you and your disciples. Then, Guanyin Bodhisattva will intervene and use the Three Lights Divine Water to revive the fruit tree."

"In this way, I have done a favor for Buddhism, and you and your disciples have successfully overcome this calamity. Everyone is happy."

Zhen Yuanzi recounted the Buddhist sect's schemes in detail, without any concealment.

The words fell.

Sun Wukong jumped up from his seat, pointed at his nose, and looked completely bewildered: "Me, Old Sun? Push down the ginseng fruit tree? Why would I, Old Sun, do such a thing? Wasn't this fruit something you, old Taoist, personally invited us to eat?" "Besides, I, Old Sun, and you, old Taoist, are old acquaintances. How could I destroy your temple for no reason?"

Obviously.

Sun Wukong found this whole thing utterly absurd.

Pigsy muttered from the side, "That's right, that's right, we're not robbers."

Zhen Yuanzi looked at Sun Wukong's flustered and pale face, but just smiled without saying a word.

He then turned to Xuanzang and said, "Xuanzang, I have already told you about this calamity."

"Whether you want to go along with this so-called calamity and play along with their act, or you have other plans, it's up to you to decide."

"As for this humble Taoist... since the Buddha has invited me, I cannot refuse to go to Mount Ling."

Done.

Zhen Yuanzi then stood up, cupped his hands in greeting to Xuanzang, Sun Wukong, and the others, and said, "Gentlemen, I am leaving now. You may do as you please in the temple."

The words have not yet fallen.

Zhen Yuanzi's figure transformed into a beam of light and disappeared from the main hall, heading straight towards Xiniu Hezhou.

In an instant, only the five members of the Qin monk and his disciples remained in the entire hall.

Sun Wukong looked at the empty main seat, then at Xuanzang, and scratched his head: "Master, what... what should we do?"

Pigsy leaned closer and whispered, "Master, how about... we do as that old Taoist priest said, knock down the tree, and make a scene? Anyway, someone will clean up the mess in the end."

Sha Wujing stood silently to the side, waiting for Xuanzang's decision.

Xuanzang remained calm as he picked up the remaining half of the ginseng fruit from the table and ate it slowly and deliberately.

Then, he wiped his mouth, slowly stood up, glanced at his three apprentices, and sneered, "Acting?"

"This humble monk's journey to the West is to spread the Dharma, not to act as an actor for the Buddhist community."

"The way of my Great Qin does not require compromise with anyone, nor does it require acting according to anyone's whims."

Sun Wukong and the other two were all invigorated.

"Master is right!" Sun Wukong slapped his thigh, hoisted the golden cudgel onto his shoulder, and chuckled, "I, Old Sun, have long disliked those bald monks. They're always scheming against this and that. It's so annoying!"

Pigsy also puffed out his belly and brandished his nine-toothed rake: "That's right! I won't act! Let whoever wants to act, act! I, Old Pig, still have to hurry on my journey to the Western Paradise to spread the might of my Great Qin!"

Xuanzang nodded in satisfaction: "This Wuzhuang Temple can now be considered an ally of my Great Qin."

"As allies, there is no reason for us to destroy someone else's temple."

"We've eaten and drunk our fill, it's time for us to set off."

Done.

Xuanzang showed no hesitation, mounted the white dragon horse, and walked out of the gate of Wuzhuang Temple first.

Sun Wukong, Zhu Bajie, and Sha Wujing followed closely behind, swaggering away.

From beginning to end, they didn't glance at the ginseng fruit tree again.

The so-called calamity, the so-called script.

To them, it was nothing but a joke.

I'll walk my sunny path, you can cross your narrow bridge.

What's it to him?

……

Outside Wuzhuang Temple, a thousand miles away, in the clouds.

Several Buddhist Arhats and Jiedi were hiding here, closely monitoring every move inside the Wuzhuang Temple.

They were sent by the Buddhist sect to "escort" the journey to the West and to ensure the smooth progress of the great eon.

According to the script, the Wuzhuang Temple should be in complete chaos by now.

Sun Wukong wreaks havoc at Wuzhuang Temple, knocking down the ginseng fruit tree, and Zhen Yuanzi, enraged, takes action...

A series of spectacular events are about to unfold.

however.

They waited for a long time, and when they checked with their divine senses, the Wuzhuang Temple was calm and peaceful.

There was no arguing, no fighting.

There wasn't even anyone speaking loudly.

"What's going on?" One of the Arhats frowned, full of confusion. "Why is there still no movement? Has that mischievous monkey changed his nature?"

“Wait a little longer,” the leading Jiedi god said in a deep voice, “Perhaps the time is not yet right.”

But they waited and waited, and nothing happened.

Just as they were becoming suspicious...

The gates of Wuzhuang Temple slowly opened.

The five members of the Qin monk's group walked out slowly in a line.

They all had rosy complexions and contented expressions, as if they had just eaten and drunk their fill and were out for a stroll.

They walked straight onto the main road heading west, continuing their journey without looking back.

The Buddhist protectors in the clouds were completely dumbfounded.

"Go...go?"

"Just leave like that?"

"Where's the ginseng fruit tree? Wasn't it knocked down?"

One of the Arhats rubbed his eyes in disbelief and once again activated his divine sense, probing towards the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple.

The spiritual root of heaven and earth still stood there perfectly, with lush branches and leaves, exuding an ethereal aura.

Not a single leaf fell.

The leading Jiedi god's face instantly turned extremely ugly: "This...this...how is this possible!"

What about the calamity?
What happened to the promised tribulation?

The script meticulously arranged by Buddha and Bodhisattvas... just went wrong like that?

How can they go back and explain this to Buddha?
The leader of the Jiedi gods had a face so dark it looked like it was about to drip water.

They waited here for days, just to witness this meticulously planned "calamity" unfold.

The results of it?
They ate and drank their fill, then packed their bags and left without even glancing at the fruit trees.

what is this?
The main character of this grand drama has already left the stage before it even began?

As the four disciples gradually disappeared into the distance, the powerful figures of the Western Sect had no choice but to send one of them to the Western Paradise to report the truth.

As for the others, they continued to keep a close eye on Xuanzang and his disciples, awaiting further arrangements.

Having left the Wanshou Mountain area, Sun Wukong glanced back at the celestial paradise that was gradually disappearing into the clouds, switched the golden cudgel from his shoulder to the other side, and leaned close to Xuanzang's horse. "Master, did you see that? When we left just now, there were several bald monks with shifty eyes hiding in those clouds on the horizon."

Sun Wukong grinned, his face full of schadenfreude. "I bet they're furious right now!"

Hearing this from the side, Pigsy grunted and chimed in, "That's right! You think you can fool me? No way! I'm Marshal Tianpeng, I'm shrewd enough!"

Sha Wujing remained silent, simply holding the reins, but a slight smile crept onto his lips.

Along the way, they had had enough of the omnipresent scheming of the Buddhist sect, and now that they could so decisively overturn the table, they felt truly relieved.

Xuanzang kept his eyes fixed ahead, his expression unchanged.

"Wukong, we are envoys of the Great Qin Dynasty, not actors or entertainers."

"Going west to spread the Dharma is the right path. Let others' schemes be; there's no need to worry about them."

...(End of chapter)