Conferred Gods: Start with a Phoenix clone

Chapter 1665 Sun Wukong and the Ginseng Fruit Tree
Deng Chanyu never arranged the scene where the four saints tested Zen Xin, because it was stupid and meaningless no matter how you looked at it. She always had respect for the Old Mother of Mount Li and would not let the old lady show up in public to do such a thing.

The disaster at the Wuzhuang Temple on Wanshou Mountain has been arranged.

Wuzhuangguan is at the convergence point of the earth veins. Unless you give up going west and go directly east, normally, no matter how you take a detour, you will eventually get here.

After all, Zhen Yuanzi is an old man from the ancient times with the Tongtian pattern engraved on his forehead, and he is also his sworn elder brother, so he must give him the face he deserves.

You can't treat it like the Black Bear Demon. You stand here and say what you want when Tang Seng comes and what you want when Tang Seng leaves.

This cannot be arranged.

Deng Chanyu’s request is very simple, just a test. It’s up to you to decide how to test it.

Zhen Yuanzi also made corresponding arrangements before leaving.

Qingfeng and Mingyue were unhappy and led Tang Seng and his disciples into the Wuzhuang Temple with a very poor service attitude, served them vegetarian food, and then led them to their accommodation.

If Monk Sha was here, the four of them would naturally share a room. Now that Jade Rabbit is here, it seems a bit strange to have a single room on one side and a triple room on the other, so they just give each person a room.

Wuzhuang Temple is so big that there is no need for two houses like this.

The White Dragon Horse and the old hen don’t have a house, so they manage themselves.

Qingfeng and Mingyue said goodbye and left without waiting for Tang Seng to reply.

The Jade Rabbit arranged for the four of them to play two rounds of mahjong, but Tang Seng really didn't have the energy, so he politely declined. The Jade Rabbit was a little unhappy and went back to her room alone.

The master and the disciple took a rest as they had to continue their journey tomorrow morning.

The time soon came into the night.

Sun Wukong didn't sleep at all. He heard some subtle noises in the distance, like someone whispering in a very low voice.

Suspecting that the Taoist boy from Wuzhuang Temple was going to harm his master and disciple, he immediately sat up and leaned against the window to eavesdrop.

After listening for a while, there was no change outside. No one set a fire, no one set up any killing formation, it was just an ordinary night.

No! After thinking it over, he didn't think he had heard it wrong before, so he immediately walked out of the room and searched nearby.

Gradually, he discovered some clues and followed them. After many twists and turns, he finally walked into an orchard.

It wasn't a very familiar scene, nor was it a very familiar garden, but the memories of five hundred years ago immediately surfaced and gave him a strong sense of déjà vu.

His eyes were attracted by a giant beige tree. This tree seemed to be the center of the world. The many spiritual materials and spiritual trees around it looked like weeds against the backdrop of this tree.

Despite the different attributes and appearance, he still recognized it. This must be an innate spiritual root, most likely at the same level as the innate peach tree.

The tiny sound he had heard earlier was in the tree. He transformed into a mosquito and quietly moved closer to listen. The little man who had released Ji Meng, Red Leaf and Green Branch, were sitting on the branches of the ginseng fruit tree. Red Leaf persuaded the old man, "Senior, are you really unwilling to come with us?"

The green tree branch said earnestly, "The fungus people contacted Lilliput and told us they were living with Senior Nvshu. Senior Nvshu has always missed her father. If you are willing, Lilliput will help you reunite your father and daughter at all costs."

An old face emerged from the trunk of the ginseng fruit tree. He smiled gently, "I and fellow Daoist Zhen Yuanzi have lived here for millions of years, and we can be considered free and easy. Please help me convey a message: just know that she is doing well. Let her stay away from the world. I am afraid that there will be a great disaster in the prehistoric world. Tell her to protect herself."

The branches of the ginseng fruit tree swayed gently, and rich vitality enveloped the red leaves and green branches. The red leaves, which were originally one inch tall, grew to a height of one inch and two, and the broken palms of the green branches returned to their original state.

The two little men knelt on the branches: "Thank you, senior."

There was no coercion, no escape scenes, and Sun Wukong thought it was fine this way.

He was suppressed under the Five Elements Mountain for five hundred years. The original reason was that he released the Xiantian Peach Tree. Does he regret it? Not really. I felt it was the right thing to do then, and I still feel it is the right thing to do now. He was suppressed because he lacked strength. That's all.

Now that the ginseng fruit tree wants to stay in Wuzhuang Temple, he naturally won't jump out and say "you don't want to" and then forcibly push the tree. There is no need for that at all.

The red leaves and green branches said goodbye and left, and Sun Wukong was also preparing to slip away quietly. Suddenly, a violent storm rushed into the Wuzhuang Temple. The strange thing was that the wind and rain did not alarm anyone. The breeze and the bright moon were still sleeping, and Tang Seng and his disciples had no reaction. Even the red leaves and green branches who had left did not notice anything unusual.

When the mosquito transformed by Sun Wukong saw a huge gust of wind coming towards him, he realized that something was wrong.

His transformation spell was broken on the spot, and he flew backwards more than ten feet like a cannonball, and was gently caught by the branches of the ginseng fruit tree. Then more and more violent hurricanes hit the golden curtain outside the ginseng fruit tree.

"My friend, it is my fault that you were implicated this time." The ginseng fruit tree was like a kind old man. It did not attack the enemy immediately, but apologized to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong had thick skin and was not the main target of the attack, so he was not seriously injured.

He looked towards the center of the wind and rain, and saw a monster with a dragon head, a human body, and bird claws slowly walking out of it.

He didn't know Ji Meng, but he knew the ginseng fruit tree.

The old tree asked, "The demon saint broke into my Wuzhuang Temple late at night. I wonder what advice he has for me?"

Ji Meng brought up the whole matter, his smile rather grimly: "Daoyou, I haven't seen you for many years. Your magical powers have become more and more profound, but you still haven't transformed. How about I give you an opportunity?"

The ginseng fruit tree calmly replied, "Things in the world change like passing clouds. I still remember the scene when Emperor Jun and the Demon Saint led millions of demon soldiers to visit my Wuzhuang Temple. I remember that the magic power in the Demon Saint's left arm was a little sluggish. Is it because the injuries from that battle have not healed yet?"

Ji Meng laughed heartily. "I've led Zhen Yuanzi far away. Without him, who else can you count on for help? That Taoist Duobao? Hahahaha—old thing, without Zhen Yuanzi, you're just a piece of rotten wood, unable to move. What can you do? Why don't you offer your life essence? I'll take it and leave without damaging your foundation. What do you think?"

The ginseng fruit tree's tone was still very calm: "The demon saint is just a bloodline clone, and the real body is still billions of miles away, right? With this ability, I'm afraid it can't defeat me. What's more, I have help here."

Ji Meng looked at Sun Wukong. Old Sun was not afraid at all. He stood on a tree branch, holding the golden cudgel, and looked down at him.

(End of this chapter)