People are conferring gods: I have risen from the beginning, I am the White Emperor!

"Bajie, wake up,"

"Bajie, wake up!"

Zhu Bajie felt someone shaking him and slowly opened his eyes.

After seeing the monkey head with a hairy face and a thunder god's mouth in front of him,

his expression froze, and he closed his eyes, thinking that he might as well faint.

"I must be dreaming, I must be dreaming."

What's the difference between smashing the best innate spiritual roots of the saint's dojo and slapping the saint in the face?

He must be dreaming. This nightmare is too terrible, and he has to wake up quickly.

"Pa pa!"

Just thinking about it, he was suddenly slapped twice on his left and right faces, and he woke up again in pain.

Zhu Bajie got up, covering his face,

looking at the monkey head who slapped him just now, feeling the real pain, he immediately realized that this was not a dream.

He immediately felt remorseful,

He shouldn't have been greedy,

Let the monkey steal the fruit!

That monkey was the same, he just scolded people for a few words, it wouldn't cost him a piece of meat, he just uprooted the person's spiritual roots!

Thinking of this, Zhu Bajie couldn't help but complain to Sun Wukong:

"You damn Bi Ma Wen, this is miserable, you destroyed the saint's spiritual roots, we are all doomed!"

This time, when he heard Zhu Bajie call him Bi Ma Wen,

Sun Wukong didn't pull Zhu Bajie's ears,

He also knew that he had made a big mistake, and now he was thinking about how to make up for it.

"Good, good, knocking down a fruit tree... is that serious?"

Tang Seng did not understand the meaning of the saint, and looked at the three frowning disciples in front of him and asked,

"673 Oh, my master, what are you saying!"

Zhu Bajie did not know how to explain the seriousness of the problem to Tang Seng,

Finally, he sighed and made a vivid metaphor:

"I'll tell you this, Master, ”

“What Bimawen did is equivalent to running to the lotus platform where the Buddha sat on his birthday, taking off his pants and taking a monkey shit in front of the Buddha and all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas! After that, he used the Buddha's robe to wipe his butt!”

“Do you think the Buddha will be angry?”

“Idiot!” Sun Wukong glared at the vulgar words and was about to take out his stick to hit Zhu Bajie.

Zhu Bajie was quick and hid behind Tang Seng.

Although Tang Seng also felt that Zhu Bajie's analogy was not appropriate, he finally understood the seriousness of the matter.

He hesitated for a moment,

Finally, he looked at Sun Wukong and said:

“Wukong, is there any way to remedy this?”

Sun Wukong scratched his furry face after listening to Tang Seng's words,

and squatted down in a daze again without saying a word.

It is easy to damage the spiritual roots. Two blows can make the spiritual roots wither and the foundation destroyed.

But to restore it... He really couldn't think of any good way for a while.

Zhu Bajie looked at Sun Wukong and cursed the monkey for being unreliable.

Hiding in TangBehind the monk, he secretly made hand gestures to contact his master:

"Master! Come to Wuzhuang Temple and save me, old pig,"

"If you don't come, I will be beaten to death by Zhenyuan Daxian!"

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In the Bajing Palace,

The sleeping master Xuandu was awakened from his sleep by Zhu Bajie's voice transmission.

After sorting out the whole thing, he couldn't help but feel overwhelmed.

"What can I do?"

The ginseng fruit tree is different from other spiritual roots. It is the companion fruit tree of Zhenyuanzi, just like the Fusang tree and the Golden Crow on the Sun Star in the past.

The status is closely related to Zhenyuanzi.

If before Zhen Yuanzi attained enlightenment, he could still throw a few dozen drops of Three Lights Divine Water on it, maybe he could barely revive it.

But now Zhen Yuanzi has attained enlightenment and become a saint, and the status of the ginseng fruit tree has also become that of a saint.

Now to restore it, the difficulty is more than doubled?

It is completely comparable to letting a saint break and then stand up again.

In the prehistoric world, I am afraid that only saints can do it, and it must be the top saints who can do it.

With a thought, he was about to contact his master Taiqing,

When he heard an unusually indifferent voice beside his ear:

"Retreat, do not disturb, go find other saints."

Xuan Du: "..."

He complained in his heart,

How can a master be so irresponsible!

But then again, if the master ignored him, who should he ask?

After careful consideration, Xuandu finally locked onto one person,

"That one..."

Thinking of what happened 100,000 years ago, Xuandu couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed,

But thinking that his apprentice might be in danger of his life, he gritted his teeth,

Finally, he turned into Yin and Yang light and flew towards the heaven.

…………

At the same time,

In the Lingshan Mountain in the West, Tathagata, who was sitting cross-legged on the golden lotus of merit, also noticed the movement of Wuzhuang Temple,

At this moment, he was in a state of confusion,

Even though his head was covered with wisdom meat buns,

After thinking for a long time, he still didn't think of how to revive Zhenyuanzi's spiritual roots,

If this matter is not handled well, Zhenyuan Immortal will be furious and use the power of a saint to show his power in his sleeves. I'm afraid he will take all the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Lingshan into the system.

Thinking of this, Tathagata had a headache,

He simply started:

"Master Zhunti, please guide my uncle to Lingshan,"

"That monkey has caused a terrible disaster!"

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The five members of the pilgrimage team came from different forces,

The Nine Heavens of Heaven and the two of Haotian Jinmu,

Listening to Sha Seng's urgent message, they looked at each other and couldn't help showing bitterness,

What can they use to compensate for Zhenyuan Daxian's spiritual roots?

Give all the Renshui peaches in your backyard to Zhenyuanzi?

He may not be willing to take them.

"Do you have a way to revive Zhenyuan Daxian's spiritual roots?"Spiritual roots?"

Haotian thought for a long time, but couldn't think of any spiritual object that could revive the saint's companion spiritual roots, so he had to ask Jinmu.

Jinmu looked embarrassed:

"I don't know either."

The two pondered for a moment, and finally thought of one person, and said at the same time:

"The Taoist Master can turn death into life and turn fierce beasts into divine beasts. Who knows, is there a way? ”

Thinking of this, the two looked at each other,

Without delay,

They immediately turned into a light and went to the thirteenth Baidi Heaven to invite the Dao Zun.

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In the wilderness, the blood sea,

Zhen Yuanzi stood on the sea, and the blood sea calmed down immediately, and the waves returned to silence.

There was a surge of space in his eyes. He looked at the power of the earth in the blood sea, knowing that this was the blood sea and the river of the underworld borrowing merit from the earth,

He sighed in his heart, knowing that he could not do anything to the river of the underworld for the time being,

At this time, the clone also sent a message that Kunpeng was borrowing merit from the heavenly way, and also wanted to achieve the status of a saint of the heavenly way.

The power of the heavenly way and the power of the earth covered the two dojo, even if he was a saint, he could not move rashly.

“I am afraid that today I can’t settle the cause and effect of the past. "

Zhen Yuanzi muttered to himself, and then felt that he seemed to have overlooked something in the process of proving the Tao just now.

Thinking carefully, time went back in his eyes, and a scene appeared.

That was in Wuzhuang Temple, a monkey was swinging a golden hoop and knocking down his ginseng fruit tree.

It was because he was wholeheartedly comprehending the Hunyuan realm during the process of proving the Tao, so he ignored the warning in his heart, and now he noticed the miserable state of his spiritual roots.

"Bold monkey! "

Feeling the broken spiritual root, Zhen Yuanzi looked at Wuzhuang Temple with his Dharma eyes, and was extremely angry.

He wanted to kill the monkey immediately,

But the next moment,

He understood the secret again,

The ginseng fruit tree is a top-grade innate spiritual root. It should have a catastrophe since its birth. Now the catastrophe coincides with the catastrophe of the journey to the west, but it should be here.

"Alas."

Thinking of this, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but sighed,

It's just that he was a step late in attaining enlightenment,

If he had attained enlightenment before the monkey destroyed the ginseng fruit tree, and protected this top-grade innate spiritual root with the luck of a genuine saint, there would naturally be no disaster today.

"Even so, that monkey is the culprit who destroyed our ginseng fruit tree! "

Zhen Yuanzi felt cold in his heart.

The monkey was the one who went to the West to seek Buddhist scriptures, so his loss should naturally be borne by the Western Heaven Lingshan!

With a thought, the world around him changed.

The next moment, he appeared in the side hall of Wuzhuang Temple!

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