Seeing the joy on Tang Monk's brow, Cheng Long smiled slightly, bowed to the Great Immortal Zhen Yuanzi and asked: "Great Immortal, ginseng fruit is an extremely rare fruit in the world, and Sanzang is just an ordinary monk. Apart from the brocade cassock and the nine-gift Zen staff given by Guanyin Bodhisattva before leaving, there is nothing else I can give you as compensation."

"I wonder if you want the brocade cassock, or the nine-gift staff as compensation, or both?"

"..."

When Tang Seng heard this, the smile on his face froze instantly. The brocade cassock and the nine-gift Zen staff were treasures given by the Bodhisattva, and he didn't want to lose any of them.

But we cannot refuse to give face to the immortal.

It would be fine if others didn't come to him, but they have already come to ask for an explanation and asked him to give some compensation to redeem his two disciples. If he hesitates or refuses verbally at this time, how can he have the face to go to the West to worship Buddha and seek scriptures?

Is a person who doesn't even care about his apprentice for the sake of the treasure still qualified to obtain scriptures and preach?

"Elder, since Sun Dasheng has already spoken, I have to give him face. I will use the brocade cassock or the nine-gift Zen staff as compensation!"

Bajie and Sha Seng stole more than a dozen ginseng fruits, which might be a bit too much. Zhen Yuanzi was very angry at first, but these fruits were not enough to make him go crazy and shout for killing.

Unless all his ginseng fruit trees are cut down.

Even though the brocade cassock and the nine-gift Zen staff given by Guanyin were not as valuable as a dozen fruits combined, it was impossible for him, the ancestor of earthly immortals, to claim for an equal amount.

After all, Tang Seng is just an ordinary monk who doesn't know how to practice.

All the gods and Buddhas are watching us, there's no need to make things too ugly.

"This... let me think about how to compensate you!"

Tang Seng was unwilling to give up his cassock and staff from the bottom of his heart. Each of them was invaluable to him, but for the sake of his disciple and to preserve the reputation of the great Tang monk, he had to hand one over today.

After repeated choices.

Tang Seng reluctantly handed over the Nine-Gifts Zen Staff. Although this thing was not bad, it did not have the effects of the Brocade Robe in repelling insects and mosquitoes, and being impervious to water and fire. It was also quite heavy in the hand on a normal day. Handing it over to redeem the two disciples could also reduce the burden and make himself feel more relaxed.

"Okay, I'll take your Nine-Ring Tin Staff, and the account is settled. Now do you want to come with me to pick them up, or wait for them here?" Zhen Yuanzi came running to claim compensation with a murderous look on his face, mainly because he wanted to fulfill his agreement with Buddhism. Now that the task has been completed, his attitude immediately became friendly.

The person who was so aggressive just now seemed to be a different person.

"Brother Sun, what do you think?"

Tang Seng subconsciously turned around and looked at Cheng Long.

Ever since the two met at Liangjie Mountain, Sun Wukong has gradually become his backbone.

Cheng Long was already used to this, and said with a smile: "Wait here, it's only a few hundred miles away, Bajie and Sha Seng will catch up in no time."

"Okay, let's take a rest here."

Tang Seng had just paid for the nine-ring staff given to him by Guanyin Bodhisattva, and he really didn't want to return to Wuzhuang Temple, the sad place.

Zhen Yuanzi originally wanted to take the two people back and pick four fruits to treat them well, but he didn't expect to get such a reply.

However, it is normal that Tang Seng and Sun Wukong are unwilling to go back after things have turned out like this.

Therefore, Zhen Yuanzi did not force it.

"Great Sage, we are acquainted with each other. If you are lucky enough to pass by my Wuzhuang Temple someday, you can always come to discuss Taoism with me. I am leaving now."

After saying that, Zhen Yuanzi took a step back and disappeared into the void without a trace, leaving only a ripple in the air, like a drop of rain falling into a calm lake, blending into it in the blink of an eye and disappearing without a trace.

"The Immortal Zhen Yuanzi is indeed worthy of being the ancestor of earthly immortals. He can teleport so naturally. I really need to find some time to discuss Taoism with him later."

Although Cheng Long can also teleport and has a good understanding of the laws of space, he is still a little behind Zhen Yuanzi. As the saying goes, one can learn from others' experience to polish one's own stone.

When your realm is stagnant, finding a like-minded fellow Taoist to discuss Taoism with is undoubtedly the best choice, which will benefit both of you.

Discussing the Dao is actually something that many powerful people will do.

The "companion" in the four major elements of spiritual practice, "wealth, companion, Dharma and place", refers to like-minded fellow practitioners, and not a narrow-minded companion who can have sexual relations.

The two of them waited there for a while before Bajie and Sha Seng came over, panting.

One was covered in bruises, and the other was pale. It was obvious that they had suffered a lot from Qingfeng Mingyue during their imprisonment.

However, Tang Seng did not feel any sympathy for his two disciples because of their plight. Instead, he scolded them with a stern face: "Bajie, Wujing, this time I paid for your redemption with the Nine-ring Staff. I will not say anything to you. I just hope you remember that this is the only time. If you do it again in the future, I will not care and let you fend for yourself."

"Yes, Master."

Bajie and Sha Seng hung their heads, their faces filled with guilt.

He seemed to know he was wrong and was about to reform himself.

Little did they know that Bajie and Monk Sha didn't take it to heart at all.

Especially for Bajie, once the medicinal power of the twelve ginseng fruits are fully refined, his cultivation will surely rise sharply, and he will be able to reach the peak of Taiyi Golden Immortal in no time.

I'm one step closer to becoming a Golden Immortal. How can I not be happy?
Sha Seng was even more furious. It would have been fine if he didn't get to eat the ginseng fruit, but he almost lost his life. Next time, he must find a chance to get back at his senior brother. He couldn't let his senior brother take all the advantage.

……

A month later.

In the mountains, Cheng Long and his party were traveling under the scorching sun. Zhu Bajie led the horse, holding his stomach with one hand and complaining as he walked: "I am so tired. I haven't seen anyone along the way. If I keep eating wild fruits every day, I will lose weight."

"Brother, why are you telling me all this? Big Brother Sun hasn't been grilling meat recently, and it's because of your greed that he caused trouble for the Master." Sha Seng, who was following behind with a load on his shoulder, got angry when he thought of this.

Ginseng fruit!

There were countless spiritual fruits in the world, and ordinary immortals didn't have the chance to eat them. He clearly had the chance to try three or five of them, but because of Bajie's greed, he didn't get to taste a single bite.

The more I think about this, the angrier I get, and the angrier I get, the more I want to hit someone.

"I don't dare!"

Bajie did something bad, causing his master and Brother Sun to run away overnight. Now he has nothing to eat at night, so he has to endure it.

It’s just that recently, Brother Sun has been walking around more frequently, and no one knows where he has gone.

Sometimes when he comes back, he still smells like a woman.

Other Bajie may smell it wrong, but a woman’s fragrance will never be wrong.

Cheng Long often left at night during this period, mainly because he had witnessed Zhen Yuanzi perform the teleportation technique and had some insights in his mind. He needed a quiet place to retreat and meet the fox fairy Hua Yuejian.

That's it.

There was no need to think too much. After walking through a few narrow paths, a shady area appeared in front of them. Under the scorching sun, Tang Seng was already sweating profusely. He jumped off his horse and sat on a rock. With a bit of tiredness, he said to Cheng Long, "Brother Sun, take a rest."

"it is good."

Cheng Long nodded.

He took out two magical peaches from the storage ring, threw one to Tang Seng, and grabbed the other one and started to eat it happily.

This is a magical peach picked near the Water Curtain Cave in the Flower-Fruit Mountain. For mortals, it is a magical fruit that can improve their cultivation, but for him, it is a fruit that quenches his thirst.

After eating it, Tang Seng was able to regain a lot of energy.

Zhu Bajie looked at Sun Wukong and Tang Monk eating peaches, angrily threw away his rake, sat down on the ground, and shouted, "I am so tired!"

Sha Seng silently put the luggage aside, opened it, and found that there was not much dry food left inside, and the water bag was empty.

So, he brought the purple gold bowl and water bag, came to his master Tang Sanzang and said, "Master, we have run out of food and drink. I wonder if Big Brother Sun has any left?"

Tang Seng immediately turned his head and looked at Cheng Long, "Brother Sun, do you have any dry food?"

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"Nothing else, only water and peaches." Cheng Long shook his head.

It was not that he did not want to prepare dry food for Tang Seng and his disciples, but they really did not meet many people after leaving Wuzhuang Temple, and they could not buy food and drinks even if they had money.

Hearing this, Tang Seng sighed: "I can only beg for alms!"

Zhu Bajie muttered to himself, "It's a desolate mountain with no one to be seen for dozens of miles. Where can we get food?"

"If there's nothing here, then let's go and look within a few hundred miles. With your level of Taoism, it shouldn't take long to fly a few hundred miles, right?" Cheng Long turned around and looked at Zhu Bajie and said.

"Brother Sun, vegetarian food doesn't smell as good as barbecue. Why don't I go hunt a wild boar and we can barbecue it?" Zhu Bajie drooled at the thought of the fragrant barbecue.

Although Sha Seng didn't eat it every night before, he had eaten it many times and was itching to eat it. However, when he saw the look in his master Tang Seng's eyes, he had to say, "Big Brother, we can eat barbecue, but Master's vegetarian meal is also necessary!"

"How about this, I'll go hunting and you go begging. Master has Brother Sun to watch over him, so there will be no problem."

"I'm OK."

After Bajie and Sha Seng had finished their discussion, they looked up at Cheng Long, and seeing that he had no objection, they immediately picked up the Nine-toothed Rake and went into the barren forest, fearing that Cheng Long would object if they were a step late.

On top of Baihu Ridge.

Mrs. White Bone watched from afar Tang Monk and Sun Wukong resting at the foot of the mountain. When she saw Bajie and Sha Seng leave one after another, she immediately turned into a gust of cold wind and went down the mountain.

When they arrived near the shade of the tree, Mrs. White Bone flashed and transformed into a village girl, swaying her body and slowly walking forward. Now there were only Tang Seng and the seemingly ordinary Sun Wukong under the shade of the tree. There was no need to worry about other people returning temporarily, so her target was naturally on Tang Seng.

Although Tang Seng is still a mortal now, it is unknown since when a saying suddenly spread among the Three Realms that eating Tang Seng can make one immortal and their cultivation level will increase dramatically.

Immortality is something that most monsters on the journey to the West can achieve. Except for the little monsters below the Earthly Immortal Realm, no one cares about immortality. However, the sudden increase in cultivation is indeed a hurdle that many monster kings cannot overcome.

Mrs. Bones is one of them.

The White Bone Lady, who had transformed into a village girl, approached the two of them. Soon Tang Seng became alert and looked up at the village girl.

"Hey, who are you?"

Cheng Long's lukewarm rebuke came.

"Ah~~ I, I am..."

The village girl was so frightened that she stepped back repeatedly. As luck would have it, she tripped over a protruding stone behind her before she took two steps back. The basket in her hands fell to the ground, revealing the fragrant steamed buns.

"Brother Sun, you seem to have scared this female donor. Let me do it!"

Tang Seng frowned.

It wasn’t because Cheng Long’s questioning was so fierce, but because the village girl’s behavior was a little abnormal.

Brother Sun is a high-quality man who is more handsome and fair-skinned than him. Most village girls and beauties who see him will want to find ways to keep him as their husband.

The village girl in front of him was so scared by Brother Sun's words that she stepped back repeatedly and was even tripped by a stone.

There is a problem, there must be something wrong here.

Taking small steps to the White Bone Lady, Tang Seng first checked on her. When he found that her ankle was not red or swollen, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Donor lady, your bun fell. I will help you pick it up."

Tang Seng picked up Mrs. White Bone's basket and silently put the scattered buns back.

It was a little muddy, but it was no big deal, he could just tear open the skin and eat it. He had been craving for the steaming white flour bun for a long time.

To him, this thing tastes better than barbecue.

"Elder, this steamed bun..."

As she spoke, Mrs. White Bone looked up at Cheng Long. Seeing that he was indifferent, she immediately revealed her true colors, grabbed Tang Seng by the collar, and laughed wildly, "Haha, Tang Seng, you are mine now."

The words have not yet fallen.

The White Bone Lady rolled up a gust of dark wind and led Tang Monk to fly towards the White Bone Cave on the mountain. Cheng Long deliberately reacted a little slowly, waiting until the White Bone Lady flew several miles away before he took out his weapon and hit her with a stick.

Bang!
The White Bone Lady's figure disappeared, and Tang Seng also turned into a piece of bones.

"It's actually a trick. This witch does have some skills..." Cheng Long silently retracted the golden cudgel, looking shocked by Mrs. White Bone's methods.

Then, he left the place without caring about anything and returned to the shade of the tree where the others were staying.

"Brother Sun, this monster is good at sleight of hand. It even lost you. Why don't you ask the local land to find out where this monster came from?" said the white dragon horse, who had always treated him as a mount.

"Okay, then go ask the land."

Cheng Long stamped his feet lightly, and the ground within a radius of dozens of miles around him was shaking. A small piece of land half a person's height immediately emerged from the ground and stopped him, saying, "Great Sage, stop chopping. My house is about to collapse!"

"Old landowner, let me ask you, what monsters are there nearby? Where do they come from?"

"Great Sage, there is only one demon king within a hundred miles, and that is Madam White Bone who lives in White Tiger Ridge. She was originally a female corpse that turned into bones on White Tiger Ridge. She accidentally absorbed the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and the essence of the sun and moon, and transformed into a human form. She learned the method of corpse transformation, which is really powerful!"

The little land god's tone was extremely exaggerated, as if Madam White Bone was a powerful being in seclusion from the world of demons. Little did he know that Madam White Bone's cultivation was only at the celestial fairyland, far inferior to even the white dragon horse.

Being able to use magic to deceive Cheng Long, that was because Cheng Long accepted Sister Guanyin's suggestion and deliberately released the sea to let Tang Seng experience more hardships. Mrs. Bai Gu, who does not have many little demons under her command and whose cultivation is not high, is not an ideal target! (End of this chapter)