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Chapter 641: Pansi Cave Spiritual Pearl Great Sage

Xuanling Mountain, Hongchen Palace.

Kong Xuan stood in the room and reported slowly, but his face showed a look of uneasiness.

Feng Yu stood aside, covering her face with her hands, looking aggrieved.

Hong Chen sat in the main seat and drank tea leisurely.

After a long time, Kong Xuan finished telling everything about the Hongchen Sect and Feng Yu, then pursed his lips and lowered his head to wait.

He did a very good job in this attitude, and he showed his inferiority perfectly.

Because of this, Hong Chen couldn't leave him alone. After all, no matter what, Kong Xuan was the top powerful man in the prehistoric world, a powerful quasi-saint, and the number one person under the saint. What's more, he had done a lot for Hong Chen during the Conferred God Tribulation.

Although Hong Chen had done him many favors, he would not go so far as to rub the face of a quasi-saint on the ground.

"You have learned bad things." Hong Chen said bluntly.

Kong Xuan faced the floor with a slight curl of his lips. After all, he had dealt with too many people in the process of developing the Hongchen Sect over the years. He was no longer the aloof, cold and difficult to approach Kong Xuan. At least, he had learned some "worldly ways".

Hong Chen sighed and said, "I don't blame you, but she is indeed a little too spoiled now."

Feng Yu pouted angrily, but Kong Xuan did not refute her at all. He just cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty is right. I will definitely persuade her later."

Persuasion?

If persuasion was useful, wouldn't Kong Xuan have persuaded her long ago?
To put it bluntly, it's because Kong Xuan himself doesn't think there's anything wrong with Feng Yu doing this. He may even think it's very appropriate.

Hong Chen understood his thoughts, which were probably: as long as she was happy.

Is this the way to treat your mother?
Why does it feel like I’m pampering my daughter?
But then again, although Feng Yu was naughty, she did not murder anyone else. She had a natural and pure aura, without any blood evil or karma entanglement.

This is also very rare among other practitioners. At least Hong Chen himself cannot refrain from killing.

"That's all, it's up to you."

Hong Chen waved his hand and gave Feng Yu two top-grade innate spiritual treasures that he had recently refined.

The first item is a spiritual sword, because Feng Yu has been practicing the mortal worldly way since the beginning, which naturally takes the sword as the core. Currently, Feng Yu is using a medium-grade innate spiritual treasure that Kong Xuan found, which can be replaced with a high-grade one.

The second item is a top-grade innate spiritual treasure similar to a crown. It has a powerful body protection effect and contains three powers specially instilled by Hong Chen. When encountering danger, these three powers will be activated, and even the saint Zhunti will suffer serious consequences.

The reason why he refined it into the shape of a crown was because he saw Feng Yu always dressed like an emperor, so it would not be surprising to give her a crown.

When Feng Yu saw the two top-grade innate spiritual treasures, she immediately focused her attention on the crown. Her sparkling eyes had obviously made her ignore the spiritual sword beside her.

Kong Xuan couldn't help but smile when he saw this, and then he coughed lightly as a reminder.

There was still a lot of tacit understanding between Feng Yu and Kong Xuan. She put away the two spiritual treasures, bowed and said loudly: "Disciple thanks Master for the treasures!"

Hong Chen smiled faintly: "You can practice if you want to, and play if you want to. I think there are not many places and creatures that can stop you in the vast prehistoric world. But if you want to have fun, you can't force your happiness on others, otherwise it will sooner or later attract resentment and cause trouble. Even if I am not afraid, and Kong Xuan is not afraid, you will have to be punished at that time, and I am afraid that it will not be as simple as pinching your face."

Following his warning, Feng Yu's spirit visibly waned. Finally, she rubbed her face again and said weakly, "Yes, Master, I know!"

Hong Chen shook his head helplessly.

"Go back and practice well. If you have any questions, feel free to come to me."

Hearing this, Feng Yu raised her head abruptly: "Master, can I stay in Xuanling Mountain?"

"Why, have you had enough of the Red Dust Sect?"

"Not really, I just think Xuanling Mountain seems better."

Hong Chen's smile remained unchanged: "Where is good?"

Feng Yu said honestly: "I think the bamboo forest next to it and the two fruit trees at the back are all good."

Hong Chen's mouth twitched, and he gave out a few pure bamboos, ten pieces of Jiuyou Fruit and ten pieces of Xingchen Fruit, then waved his hand and threw Feng Yu back to Hongchen Sect.

It is better to let him continue to harm the Hongchen Sect. This Xuanling Mountain is really not suitable for her.

After seeing Feng Yu off, Hong Chen told Kong Xuan what he had talked about with Guanyin Bodhisattva before.

As expected, Kong Xuan did not refuse. After he took the initiative to discuss with Hong Chen, he went directly to the front of Journey to the West to start making arrangements and waiting.

Hong Chen drank up the tea, put down the cup, and waved his hand to release the corpse of the six-winged golden cicada.

The corpse, which was originally as big as an ox, was now only the size of a rooster. The disappeared parts had long since merged with the holy monk step by step as Tang Sanzang traveled west and Hong Chen secretly controlled the corpse.

The corpse of the six-winged golden cicada had already been completely controlled by Hong Chen.

In other words, it won't be long before Tang Sanzang will become a unique clone refined by Hong Chen.

As for Tang Sanzang himself, if Hong Chen is unwilling to manifest, then the body will naturally still be his. If Hong Chen wants to control it, then he will not be able to make any effective resistance.

In this regard, no matter whether he has always been Tang Sanzang or his true spirit awakens directly to become Jin Chanzi, the result is the same.

So, Buddhism may win, but Hong Chen will definitely not lose.

Even more, Hong Chen is willing to let Buddhism win, because only Buddhism can win.

Otherwise, if he controlled Tang Seng, this important chess piece, he could overturn the table again at any time even if Buddhism was successfully spread to the East.

What the future will be like depends on how Buddhism acts.

Also.

As of now, Hong Chen can already control Tang Sanzang silently. As for whether he wants to control him for fun, that is entirely up to him.
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It is said that Tang Seng and his three disciples had been traveling for several years. They had just bid farewell to Zhuzi Kingdom, reorganized their horses, and continued their journey westward.

I have traveled across many mountains and plains and experienced countless waterways. Before I knew it, autumn had passed and winter was coming to an end, and it was spring again.

The four masters and apprentices traveled westward, enjoying the scenery along the way, feeling very relaxed.

Suddenly, a temple appeared in front of him. Tang Sanzang smiled, dismounted from his horse, stood by the road, and watched quietly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

Seeing him like this, Sun Wukong couldn't help but ask curiously, "Master, the road is wide and flat, why don't you get off your horse and walk?"

Zhu Bajie glanced at Tang Sanzang for a few times and said with a smile: "Brother Monkey, I think you are unreasonable. Master must have been sitting on the horse for too long and was tired and sleepy, so he got off the horse to stand for a while and get some fresh air." Tang Sanzang laughed and shook his head: "Bajie guessed wrong, Master is not tired or sleepy, but saw that there seemed to be a house ahead, so I thought I would go forward to beg for some vegetarian food and eat with you."

"Hehe, Master, look at what you are saying. If you want to eat vegetarian food, I will go and beg for it. As the saying goes, once a teacher, always a father. How can I let my disciples sit around and ask the master to beg for food?" Sun Wukong said as he was about to go to Sha Seng to get the purple gold bowl.

Tang Sanzang quickly held his arm, shook his head and said, "Wukong, you respect me, so I know. But I can't always say that. Since we set out on our journey to the West, we were often far from any village or inn, and we relied on you guys to go begging for food wherever you could. Now that person is nearby, I think it's better for me to go there and beg for food as well."

Sun Wukong blinked, but before he could say anything, Zhu Bajie said, "Master, as the saying goes, if there is something to do, the disciple should do the hard work. You should take a rest, and let me do it!"

Tang Sanzang immediately reached out and grabbed Zhu Bajie's sleeve again, "Bajie, look, the weather is fine today, unlike the stormy days, and there are no evil spirits or ghosts around. You have been working hard for a long time, so let me go today, okay?"

Seeing how persistent he was, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie were both a little stunned. They looked at each other, and both didn't want Tang Sanzang to act rashly alone, because there were always many disasters along the way, and they were afraid that something might go wrong if they were not careful.

At this time, Sha Wujing put down his burden and said with a smile: "Big Brother, Second Brother, I think Master is also ashamed of the fatigue of you flying back and forth to beg for food in the past. Now that Master insists, you might as well give Master a chance, so that he won't have to worry about you all the time."

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang could not help but feel delighted: "Not bad, not bad. What Wujing said makes sense. Wukong, Bajie, you two can rest here for a while. I will go to the front to beg for food."

After saying this, he went straight to take out the purple gold bowl from his shoulder pole, turned around and walked towards the house.

Behind him, three disciples sat in a neat row, all staring at Tang Sanzang's back, with different gleams in their eyes and expressions on their faces.

Sun Wukong looked forward and scratched the back of his hand: "Old Sha, what do you think?"

Zhu Bajie scratched his round belly and said, "To be honest, if he suddenly gets lost or caught again later, I won't be surprised at all."

Sha Wujing touched his bald head and said, "I saw that Master was determined and would not tolerate any rebuttal. If the eldest and second brothers continue to stop us, it will inevitably make Master unhappy again. If a quarrel breaks out, it will be even worse. Compared to this... it would be better if Master was captured by a monster."

As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Wukong and Zhu Bajie turned to look at him at the same time.

Sha Wujing was stunned: "Uh...did I say something wrong?"

Sun Wukong shook his head: "No, Lao Sha, you are right. If he gets angry, it would be better for me to fight the monster."

Zhu Bajie also said: "What Monkey Brother said is right. Instead of making him angry and upset, it is better to let me, the old pig, fight those monsters."

Upon hearing this, Sha Wujing sighed, "Master, your journey has been filled with many hardships."

Zhu Bajie: "Then most of these disasters and sufferings were borne by our fellow disciples."

Sun Wukong: "Go! Stop talking nonsense! Since we want to protect Master on his journey to the West, these things are bound to happen. Otherwise, Master should just go alone. Why would the Bodhisattva ask us to wait for him to accept a disciple along the way?"

"Hey, Brother Monkey, you can actually think of this?"

"You idiot, do you want to be beaten?"

"Hehehe, don't be angry, Brother Monkey. I was just joking..."

As for Tang Sanzang, when he came closer, he saw from afar four women sitting under the forest, embroidering phoenixes and phoenixes with needlework. Each of them was beautiful and graceful.

Although he was a monk, he was also a man, so he quickly avoided looking at her, fearing that he might offend her.

He wanted to leave, but then he thought about how he had just told his disciples to beg for food, and if he returned empty-handed, he would be laughed at. If a master couldn't even beg for a meal, then what was the point of leading his disciples to worship Buddha and pray for scriptures?
So he gritted his teeth and walked forward with some helplessness.

After walking a few more steps, I saw another wooden house in front of me. In front of the house, there were three women happily kicking balloons for fun.

It is exactly: sweat stains the powdered face and the flowers are covered with dew, dust stains the beautiful eyebrows and the willows are covered with smoke.

Tang Sanzang did not dare to look any longer, but after waiting for a long time, he saw no sign of stopping, so he had no choice but to stand in the forest and say, "Female Bodhisattva, I will give you some vegetarian food as you wish."

When the women heard this, they looked up one by one.

Tang Sanzang immediately lowered his head and brows.

The seven women put down their needlework, set aside the balloons, and came forward, saying delicately, "Elder, you have come from afar. I hope you will not blame me for not welcoming you in person."

Tang Sanzang hurriedly responded: "No, no, I am sorry to bother you."

The leading woman smiled and said, "The elder wants to beg for food, but there is no food in the house right now. Please come in and rest for a while. We sisters will make some for you now. It won't take long."

Tang Sanzang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled, and clasped his hands together in greeting: "Amitabha, then I'll have to trouble you female Bodhisattvas."

"Haha, you're too polite, Elder."

After entering and sitting down, some of the women went to the kitchen to busy themselves, leaving only the youngest one to serve tea to Tang Sanzang.

"This is a mountainous area, and we only have some coarse tea. Elder, please don't despise it."

Tang Sanzang said quickly, "You are too kind, my lady. I have been drinking mountain stream water all the way to the west. Now that I have been served tea by you, how can I refuse it?"

As he spoke, he reached out for the teacup and was about to drink.

However, when the tea was brought in front of him, Tang Sanzang took a glance at it and was immediately shocked. He looked again and was so shocked that he stood up, and the teacup in his hand fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

It was because the tea soup was as red as hot blood, and the floating tea leaves seemed to have turned into little people screaming miserably.

Tang Sanzang was so frightened that his face turned pale instantly.

The young woman frowned when she saw this: "You are such a hypocritical monk, you said you didn't mind, but in the blink of an eye you threw the teacup and the teacup!"

Tang Sanzang pointed at the scarlet patch on the ground and said in horror: "Blood...blood..."

Hearing this, the little girl sneered: "How foolish! How can this be blood? Can you smell the blood? I kindly gave you the red lotus tea leaves given by the Great Sage Lingzhu to treat you, but you don't even appreciate it?"

Tang Sanzang said hurriedly: "Lady donor, you may have been deceived by that Monkey King. Look at the tea leaves on the ground. They are like living people in pain. The Monkey King the girl is talking about may be a monster!"

"Hey! You evil monk! Not only did you destroy the Great Sage's tea, but you even dared to speak wildly and slander us! Today I must take you away and hand you over to the Great Sage Lingzhu for your fate!"

A flash of light appeared in the little girl's hand, and a sword was placed on Tang Seng's neck.

Before Tang Sanzang could react, he saw the woman fold up the corner of her clothes, revealing her waist and abdomen. Silk thread suddenly emerged from her navel and wrapped him up like a silkworm, leaving only his head exposed.

Tang Sanzang immediately realized that he had once again taken the initiative to break into the monster's lair, and he couldn't help feeling sad.

Soon, the young woman took him to the back mountain.

There is a huge stone at the entrance of the cave in front of the mountain, with the words "Pansi Cave" written on it.

(End of this chapter)