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Chapter 248 The Great Sage Fist and Eating Children

When the Great Sage makes a move, he usually wields his Ruyi Jingu Bang (Golden Cudgel), and it's rare to see him fight without it.

The Great Sage Fist is the martial art that the Great Sage uses when he is unarmed.

When Chenxiang faced Zhenyuan Daxian, Chenxiang used human-style boxing, while Zhenyuan Daxian used monkey-style boxing.

Human boxing is designed to target humans; it is a martial art used to defeat humans.

The monkey's boxing style is not limited to humans; it is a martial art used to overcome nature.

Zhenyuan Daxian and Sun Wukong became friends after a fight, and they hit it off immediately. When Zhenyuan Daxian used Sun Wukong's Great Sage Fist, it was exactly the same as the one used by Sun Wukong himself.

He tiptoes, bends his elbows, shrugs his shoulders, and hunches his neck, displaying a flexible and versatile physique and agile movements.

It imitates the shape of a monkey with a human body, but it does not look ridiculous at all. Instead, it has a sense of returning to nature, with its arms outstretched like the moon setting and the sun rising.

Chenxiang did his best, exchanging hundreds of blows with Zhenyuan Daxian, but Zhenyuan Daxian did not reveal any weakness.

The boy was already drenched in sweat.

The immortal Zhenyuan said that Chenxiang could not leave his mountain gate unless he won, which made Chenxiang uneasy.

However, Chenxiang is not one to give up easily.

A person's greatest enemy is always themselves.

It may seem that Zhenyuan Daxian stopped Chenxiang inside Wuzhuang Temple, but it could also be that Chenxiang himself stopped Chenxiang inside Wuzhuang Temple.

Zhenyuan Daxian's reply, "It depends on you," gave Chenxiang some clues.

Three days and three nights passed, and Chenxiang fought with Zhenyuan Daxian for three days and three nights.

Chenxiang gradually learned the Great Sage Fist from Zhenyuan Daxian through his changing techniques.

Chenxiang did not deliberately study, but he was facing Zhen Yuanzi, the ancestor of earth immortals. Just like liquids with different water concentrations on both sides, the liquid with lower concentration permeated to the side with higher concentration.

Zhenyuan Daxian was very satisfied with Chenxiang's performance. He didn't need to painstakingly guide Chenxiang; he just watched and learned.

He had grasped about 70-80% of the techniques, body movements, leg techniques, footwork, eye techniques, and skills on his own, and he also found the feeling for the remaining 20-30% through the deliberate guidance of Zhenyuan Daxian in actual combat.

Chenxiang felt slightly tired, but Zhenyuanzi remained composed. The Great Immortal could go a thousand days without sleep and did not feel tired at all.

Thirsty? Hungry?

Zhenyuan Daxian placed his palm directly on Chenxiang's chest and gently pushed him onto the futon.

"Gentle breeze and bright moon, go and pick a ginseng fruit."

"Yes, Master."

The two celestial attendants went into the room, one fetching a golden mallet and the other a cinnabar tray. They went to the ginseng garden and knocked down a ginseng fruit. One led the way and the other followed behind, and they came to the main hall to present the ginseng fruit to Chenxiang.

Chenxiang looked at the ginseng fruit presented to him, and looked up at Zhenyuan Daxian in confusion.

"..."

The shape of the ginseng fruit is no different from that of a three-day-old child, whose hands and feet can still move around.

Chenxiang looked at Zhenyuan Daxian, wondering if he was sure he wanted to let him eat the child?
Psychologically, Chenxiang couldn't get over the idea of eating children.

"Eat! Why aren't you eating?" Zhenyuan Daxian urged.

Ginseng fruit cannot be stored for long; it will become inedible if stored for too long.

"I don't want to eat, I don't want to eat..."

Chenxiang pushed aside the elixir plate containing ginseng fruit.

The child had some things on his mind, but because he was no match for Zhenyuan Daxian, he couldn't say them.

"Isn't it just a mortal being, after all?"

"My ginseng fruit only blossoms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to mature. In ten thousand years, it will only produce thirty fruits."

"Then I won't eat it."

Zhenyuan Daxian then instructed Qingfeng and Mingyue to deliver the ginseng fruit to the Fourth Princess outside the palace.

The Fourth Princess knew about the ginseng fruit and had heard of it before, but seeing it today still terrified her.

That's how the name "ginseng fruit" came about.

The fourth princess smelled it, but dared not eat it.

"They are all destined to meet but not to be together," Zhenyuan Daxian said with a smile.

"Qingfeng and Mingyue, take this down the mountain and give it to Pigsy's daughter to eat."

Qingfeng and Mingyue hurriedly carried the elixir tray down the mountain again.

The last time ginseng fruits were harvested was during the Ginseng Fruit Festival held by Zhenyuan Daxian. He harvested ten ginseng fruits in one go, and now there are still twelve ginseng fruits hanging on the tree. ...

As the gentle breeze and bright moon descended from the mountain, a fragrant aroma wafted over even before they reached the foot of the mountain, making the two celestial children's mouths water and their appetites whetted.

After the two fairy boys descended to the foot of the mountain, they discovered that Zhu Wumei was making pancakes by the roadside.

The food being sold by the roadside is Qiang cake.

The fermented dough, larger than a human face plate, is filled with scallions, mixed with a little lard, sprinkled with sesame seeds, and then fried in a pan until the surface is golden brown and crispy, its aroma wafting for miles.

"Is it good?" asked Zhu Wumei, who was eating Qiang cake by the roadside.

"Delicious!!" Zhu Wumei replied with a grin, her face glistening with oil.

Qingfeng and Mingyue stepped forward, greeted the two, and presented them with ginseng fruit.

"Uncle, you eat!"

Holding the elixir tray, Zhu Wumei took a breath of the ginseng fruit and realized that the freshly baked Qiang cake was more to her liking.

He also took a sip of the ginseng fruit by the roadside.

The roadside figure felt somewhat similar to the way he breathed when he first arrived in this world, so he picked it up and stuffed it into Zhu Wumei's mouth.

"Just eat it when I tell you to," he said to Zhu Wumei by the roadside.

Those by the roadside thought that Zhu Wumei would get to eat ginseng fruit, and that Chenxiang in Wuzhuang Temple on the mountain would also get to eat it.

The ginseng fruit went straight into Zhu Wumei's stomach without her even tasting it.

"Two celestial children, would you like some of my Qiang cake?"

"I'll make a few more, and I'll trouble you to send them to Zhenyuan Daxian so he can taste them."

The gentle breeze and the bright moon nodded quickly.

After the Qiang cake is cooked, people on the roadside draw two lines in the air above it with their fingers, and the Qiang cake is cut into four pieces.

Qingfeng and Mingyue didn't stand on ceremony; they simply picked up the food with their hands, just like Zhu Wumei, and ate until their lips were glossy with oil.

"It smells so good!"

One spoke while the other nodded.

While the two young Taoist boys were eating, several new Qiang cakes were made by the roadside. They were placed on a plate with clean leaves and carried back to the temple by the gentle breeze and bright moon.

After thanking Qingfeng and Mingyue, they hurriedly returned to the mountain.

"Master, Master!!"

"Ok?"

Zhen Yuanzi smelled the aroma, turned around, and saw Qingfeng and Mingyue happily carrying Qiang cakes through the palace gate.

“Master, this is Qiang cake, a snack from the Southern Continent. It was sent by Chenxiang’s adoptive father from the foot of the mountain for you to try,” Qingfeng said.

"Oh, I'll try it."

Zhenyuan Daxian examined the Qiang cakes and found them to be quite appealing.

The Qiang cakes made by the roadside are very generous with their ingredients.

Add plenty of chopped green onions!

Sprinkle lots of sesame seeds on top!!
Pour in plenty of oil!!

In Bianjing, Qiang cakes are pan-fried, while those sold on the roadside are deep-fried directly in oil.

Zhenyuan Daxian's hand stopped in mid-air.

This Qiang cake, larger than a human face, left Zhenyuan Daxian somewhat at a loss.

Eating with your hands seems too vulgar; it will make your hands and face oily.

"Um?!"

Zhenyuan Daxian suddenly sensed something was wrong.

Is this a Qiang cake made by Chenxiang's adoptive father?