Journey to the West: Upon seeing the Yellow-Eyebrowed Demon, why not pay homage?

"May I ask who you are, fellow Daoist?" Zhen Yuanzi looked in the direction of the voice, his eyebrows slightly raised.

But then the person who came was:

Her hair was tied in a high bun, and her eyebrows were like distant, dark peaks.

Her eyes held the stars turning, her sleeves billowed with the winds of the sea and sky.

The crane-feather cloak floats in the frost, and the silk ribbon is tied with a jade rainbow.

As you walk, the shadows of the pines sway; in stillness, a divine dragon dwells.

She has a great appearance, a good temperament, and a beautiful face!

Huang Mei smiled slightly, also scrutinizing the ancestor of earth immortals before him, who possessed an air of otherworldly grace and dignified authority. He clasped his hands together and said in a gentle voice, "I am Huang Mei, greetings to the old immortal."

Zhen Yuanzi returned the greeting with clasped hands, then asked, "May I ask what advice you may have for me?"

Huang Mei raised his hand and pointed at Sanzang, then slowly said, "To be honest, I am the protector of this holy monk on his journey to the West. I usually keep a low profile, but I cannot stand by and watch the old immortal beat him."

Upon hearing this, Sanzang felt a surge of relief.

Before this, he had worried and fretted more than once whether it was right or wrong for him to hire Huang Mei as a protector on his journey to the West without the Bodhisattva's consent, and what he would do if he made a mistake.

But in retrospect, the hiring was well worth it.

Leaving aside the future, just looking at the present, if Huang Mei can spare me a beating, then I won't have signed that contract in vain!

"Protect the Dharma on the Journey to the West..."

Zhen Yuanzi stared at Huang Mei's face, muttered to himself, and then said, "Even if you are his protector, you should still be reasonable, right?"

This monk is lax in managing his subordinates. It's one thing for them to steal a few of my sacred fruits, but they even knocked down my fruit trees! Shouldn't they be severely punished?

Huang Mei said, "Compared to severe punishment, I believe saving the fruit trees is more crucial!"

"Arrogant! Do you even know what kind of tree this is? How dare you claim you can save me?" Zhen Yuanzi shook his head.

"The fame of Zhenyuan Daxian has spread throughout the Three Realms and Six Paths, and the Ginseng Fruit Tree is known to all immortals and gods," Huang Mei said.

Zhen Yuanzi's lips curled up slightly, and he suddenly found this little earth immortal much more pleasing to the eye:

"Stop with the flattery. What means do you have to revive a tree? If you truly can, I'll let you name your terms!"

Huang Mei chuckled: "I have a wide circle of friends and acquaintances. Give me some time, and I guarantee I'll return the living tree to you."

Based on his initial pleasing appearance, Zhen Yuanzi was about to agree when a man and a woman, one in green and one in white, arrived in a rainbow. The girl in white quickly said:

"Great Immortal, we can save this fruit tree too!"

Hearing that familiar voice, Huang Mei slowly turned around and said with a smile, "I thought you weren't here, but I didn't expect you to jump out at the crucial moment."

Sudhana blushed inexplicably, feeling guilty and not daring to look him in the eye.

Zhi Feng, who was standing nearby, witnessed the whole scene and was immediately consumed by jealousy. He shouted, "Don't try to pull strings. You're making it sound like we're friends."

"Keep your voice down, it's a matter of respect for the host," Huang Mei said.

Zhifeng: "..."

The Dragon Girl coughed lightly and gave a Buddhist salute to Zhen Yuanzi:

"Great Immortal, my daughter is the Dragon Girl Sudhana, a disciple of Guanyin Bodhisattva. The nectar from the bottom of my Bodhisattva's jade bottle can cure immortal trees and spiritual seedlings."

Huang Mei said, "Little Dragon Girl, I was here first!"

Zhi Feng snorted coldly: "What does 'first come, first served' have to do with this? We have nectar that's guaranteed to heal the ginseng fruit tree, what do you have?"

Huang Mei said, "I have divine elixir."

"Where?"

Zhi Feng scoffed, "I think you're just trying to buy time to find a way to revive the tree."

Huang Mei said, "So, you're carrying around the Dew Water?"

Zhifeng: "..."

"Since you don't have any, why are you talking nonsense?" Huang Mei said with amusement.

Zhen Yuanzi took in the entire conflict between the two sides but remained silent.

He didn't care who ultimately saved the fruit trees; saving the trees themselves was the key point!

Zhi Feng was furious and turned to Zhen Yuanzi: "Great Immortal, you may not know this, but this is a treacherous person."

Moreover, he and Sun Wukong are sworn brothers, so it's hard to say whether this was part of his scheme, aimed at gaining both a favor and personal benefit from you.

"You nauseous fool, how dare you be so rude! Your maternal grandfather is the mighty Great Sage Equal to Heaven. In the Three Realms and Six Paths, among all the immortals and gods, except for those like emperors, who doesn't call me Great Sage? How could I use such despicable means to tarnish my own reputation?" Sun Wukong's eyes were bloodshot as he fiercely cursed.

It is said that old people become wiser, and Zhen Yuanzi, who has lived since the ancient barbaric era, is even more of a wise man among wise men. He could tell from Sun Wukong's expression, anger and tone that the monkey was not lying.

On the contrary, the young man's act of throwing mud has been confirmed!

Thinking of this, he abandoned the idea of ​​giving face to Guanyin and said calmly:

"Although you can all be saved, I cannot accept two favors."

How about this, you two have a contest, and whoever wins goes first.

If they can't be saved, then try someone else.

Huang Mei immediately rolled up his sleeves and laughed, "What the Great Immortal said is absolutely right. Zhifeng, come on, let's have a little spar."

Zhi Feng's fair face immediately turned bright red: "You're talking nonsense! Who said you're his father?"

Huang Mei said, "Fine, don't admit it then."

Zhi Feng's forehead veins throbbed: "What do you mean 'deny'? It didn't happen at all!"

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? Come on, come on, I'll give you a handicap. If you can beat me, I'll let you go first," Huang Mei urged.

Zhi Feng glanced at the Dragon Girl, his mind racing, but ultimately decided against shifting the blame to her: "Who says a contest has to be a fight? I want to have a battle of wits with you!"

Huang Mei asked in surprise, "You can read?"

Zhi Feng completely lost his temper: "Can you please stop being so vicious with your words?"

Huang Mei said, "I just didn't expect you to be literate. How am I being malicious?"

As he spoke, he suddenly thought of the Future Awakening Book and thought to himself, "If only the Awakening Book could automatically absorb the ripples of thought. If I do it manually, it's fine to collect them on purpose, but once I start doing something, I'll definitely end up neglecting one thing for another."

"Cough cough."

Seeing that Zhi Feng was about to escalate the situation if he continued, Zhen Yuanzi coughed lightly and asked, "Fellow Daoist Huangmei, do you agree to a literary contest?"

Huang Mei nodded: "To be honest, my literary skills are still superior to my martial arts skills."

Zhen Yuanzi chuckled to himself.

Zhi Feng thought he was just bragging, after all, this guy had been in the Buddhist temple for three hundred years and didn't even have a decent poem or song, so what was he talking about in terms of literary achievement?

"Poetry is often the most direct way to distinguish between good and bad poetry, so how about we have a poetry contest?"

"A poetry contest? That's so cliché!" Huang Mei said. "I've seen this kind of scene countless times in the human world. It's nothing new."

Zhi Feng sneered inwardly.

Saying it's not new is clearly just you being scared and making excuses.

"Stop talking nonsense and just say whether you dare or not. If you don't dare, then admit defeat."

"Fine, since you insist, I'll grant your wish." Huang Mei shook his head and turned to Zhen Yuanzi: "Please, Great Immortal, give me a challenge!"