Chapter 335: Great Luo Dao Fire, Wukong Meets Tribulation

Boom!

The Ginseng Fruit Tree, which had grown for who knows how many Yuan eras, collapsed with a roar, without the slightest warning.

The two young Daoist acolytes, Qingfeng and Mingyue, were nearly frightened into fainting; this was a catastrophe of heaven-shaking proportions.

As for Sun Wukong, who had been closest to the Ginseng Fruit Tree, he was left completely bewildered, unable to make sense of it.

At this moment, the hundred or so fruits on the tree one after another merged into the soil and vanished from sight.

"Master, Great Immortal, if I, Old Sun, say I don't know anything about this, do you believe me?"

Sun Wukong scratched his head and spread his hands.

"..." Xuanzang.

"!"

"Houzi, you..."

Bajie wanted to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

Having spent so many years in the Heavenly Court, how could he not know that they had been schemed against?

If those above want you to enter a tribulation, there are plenty of ways; even if the process differs, the result is the same.

"Demon monkey, it must be that you used demonic arts to secretly destroy the Ginseng Fruit Tree."

Qingfeng and Mingyue glared at Sun Wukong together.

"Don't wrong a good monkey; I, Old Sun, am not one to be trifled with," Sun Wukong warned.

"..., Daoist Brother, what is your take on this?" Xuanzang said slowly.

Although he understood they had been set up, Wuzhuang Temple was Zhenyuanzi's territory, and he had no recourse.

Zhenyuanzi flicked the horsetail whisk in his hand, and Sun Wukong's entire body was instantly bound, unable to move a muscle.

Not only that, but Bajie, Xiaobailong, and Heixiong were all bound as well.

Sun Wukong unleashed the divine ability of the Seventy-Two Transformations to change his size at will, but he still could not break free from the restraint.

Even his Primordial Spirit was suppressed, and he could not use a shred of his magic power.

Sun Wukong widened his eyes, looking in shock at the unfathomable Zhenyuanzi, who possessed the air of an immortal.

This person's magic power was actually this strong?

Calm and composed, with a flick of his finger, he had rendered the Great Saint Equal to Heaven powerless.

This was even more terrifying than that charlatan, Rulai Buddha.

"Sun Wukong, do not waste your effort. My magic power is not something you can break through," Zhenyuanzi said.

Xuanzang was not bound, but he said:

"Daoist Brother Zhenyuan, what is the meaning of this?"

Zhenyuanzi's expression was calm, as if he controlled everything; he was confident and said:

"Xuanzang, you are an old friend of mine. I entertained you out of kindness, yet your disciple destroyed my precious tree; this puts me in a very difficult position.

The Ginseng Fruit Tree is an Innate Spiritual Root, peerless in the world; I need not say more about its preciousness."

"Bullshit, old Daoist, don't frame me, Old Sun. I, Old Sun, only touched it once; who knew it was so fragile? It collapsed on its own—this is clearly a setup," Sun Wukong argued.

"Zhenyuan Daxian, you are the Ancestor of Earth Immortals and a renowned figure from ancient times. As immortals, we cannot be so unreasonable," Bajie couldn't help but say.

"Exactly, exactly. It clearly collapsed on its own; it has nothing to do with Eldest Senior Brother," Xiaobailong said.

"Hahaha, what you say does not count. If I were to report this matter to the Heavenly Court, I am the Ancestor of Earth Immortals.

Tell me, will the Heavenly Court believe me, or will they believe you?" Zhenyuanzi said.

"Of course they would believe you," Bajie said, his head drooping, feeling hopeless.

"I, Old Sun, do not believe there is no justice in this world. Old Daoist, if you have the guts, kill me, Old Sun; otherwise, sooner or later, I, Old Sun, will beat you to death with one strike of my staff," Sun Wukong glared fiercely at Zhenyuanzi.

"Sun Wukong, based on you alone? Even if I gave you a few more Yuan eras, you still could not deal with me.

Although you have an Indestructible Vajra Body, it is not unbreakable."

After speaking, a golden lotus of Dao fire appeared in Zhenyuanzi's hand.

Although the golden Dao fire was only the size of a palm, its surface was covered in Dao patterns, and the flames were scorching.

Seeing this, Sun Wukong felt his Primordial Spirit tremble.

Compared to the Samadhi True Fire in Laojun's Eight-Trigram Furnace back then, this flame was terrifyingly powerful.

"This is the Great Luo Dao Fire, condensed by fusing the Three Flowers Above the Crown and the Five Qis in the chest with the flames of Chaos.

Never mind you; even a Great Luo Golden Immortal could be burned to ashes and destroyed forever," Zhenyuanzi said.

Although he was extremely wary of this fire, Sun Wukong still gritted his teeth and said, "Don't try to scare me, Old Sun, with this fire. If I, Old Sun, so much as furrow my brow, I am no Great Saint Equal to Heaven."

"So be it, Sun Wukong. You destroyed my Ginseng Fruit Tree, so I shall use you to sacrifice to the tree."

As he finished speaking, Zhenyuanzi raised his hand, and the Great Luo Dao Fire surged toward Sun Wukong to Devour him.

"Houzi, hurry and dodge!" Bajie shouted loudly.

"Eldest Senior Brother!" Heixiong and Xiaobailong cried out.

Sun Wukong's pupils dilated; deep within his eyes, the Great Luo Dao Fire drew ever closer. If it touched him, he would be reduced to dust.

At the critical moment, Xuanzang used the Golden Light of Earth-Traversal to appear before Sun Wukong, the Banana Leaf Fan appearing in his hand, and he fanned it violently.

Whoosh!

In an instant, a gale arose, with ghosts wailing and wolves howling!

The Banana Leaf Fan condensed the power of Great Yin, transforming into a cold wind that dispersed the Great Luo Dao Fire.

But the Great Luo Dao Fire was not the Samadhi True Fire!

Although it was dispersed, the flames were not extinguished; in an instant, they condensed into a mass, floating in mid-air.

Xuanzang gathered his magic power, shielding his disciples, and said:

"Zhenyuanzi, let alone that Wukong did not push over this Ginseng Fruit Tree, even if he truly had, he is still my disciple.

If you want to touch my disciple, you must first get past me."

"Master."

Sun Wukong stared blankly at Xuanzang's back, deeply moved.

Zhenyuanzi's gaze shifted slightly, and he said:

"Xuanzang, offending me for the sake of a demon monkey is not a good choice."

"You are making this difficult for me, aren't you?"

"If it is difficult to handle, then don't handle it at all."

Xuanzang rebuked, not leaving Zhenyuanzi any face.

In any case, this was a trap, and a dead-end trap with no outcome at that.

Then it would be better to let the storm rage more fiercely!

"Sigh!"

"Xuanzang, this is you forcing me."

Having said that, Zhenyuanzi waved his hand, and as his sleeve swept, a spatial vortex appeared in the Void, directly swallowing Xuanzang and the others.

This was the Sleeve Universe, a supreme Space Divine Ability that could contain all things, no less than the Tiangang Thirty-Six.

"Master, the Ginseng Fruit Tree has fallen, what should we do? Is there any way to remedy it?"

Qingfeng and Mingyue walked over at this moment and said.

"It is not a big problem."

Zhenyuanzi flicked his horsetail whisk and walked toward the Taoist temple.

……

Inside the Sleeve Universe space.

Xuanzang and the others seemed to be placed in a desolate space; here there was no light, no stars, no sun or moon, and one could not even feel the passage of time.

Sun Wukong, Bajie, and Xiaobailong were no longer bound.

Sun Wukong performed dozens of somersaults, but in the end, he still returned to the same spot, unable to get out at all.

"Houzi, stop flipping. This Sleeve Universe forms a world of its own and is a famous great divine ability.

It is the same principle as when you could not flip your way out of the Five Fingers Mountain of Rulai Buddha back then.

Moreover, Zhenyuanzi is far more terrifying than Rulai Buddha.

Even that Rulai is merely a junior in front of him," Bajie said.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong was very unwilling and said:

"Sigh, it is all my fault for having itchy hands, but Master, I really did not destroy that Ginseng Fruit Tree; it fell on its own."

"If it is a blessing, it is not a disaster; if it is a disaster, it cannot be avoided," Xuanzang said.

"Exactly, it doesn't matter if you pushed it or not, Houzi; what matters is that the tree has already fallen. Someone needs to be the scapegoat, and you, Houzi, are the best candidate," Bajie said.

"Why me?" Sun Wukong scratched his head, feeling extremely irritable.

"Ahem, because you are a troublemaker, Houzi. Back then you wreaked havoc in the Underworld and destroyed the Book of Life and Death. You don't really think you messed with Yan Wang, do you? In fact, those Books of Life and Death you destroyed were just some bad debts of the Underworld that Yan Wang had left behind, and he needed a scapegoat to settle those bad debts.

It is the same principle here at Wuzhuang Temple; it is likely that the Ginseng Fruit Tree had been ruined long ago," Bajie said.

"Damn it!" Sun Wukong said.

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