The Rise of The Mythical Dragon

In the main hall, Zhen Yuanzi sat cross-legged, his expression did not seem to fluctuate, his eyes were slightly closed, obviously he was meditating.

As if hearing the movement outside the hall, Zhen Yuanzi slowly opened his eyes and looked outside the hall, only to see Xuanzang's figure.

With a look on his face, Zhen Yuanzi showed a smile, and then said, "Master Xuanzang is here?"

Hearing this, Xuanzang smiled slightly and then slowly entered the hall.

Sitting with Zhen Yuanzi looking at each other, Xuanzang said with a smile: "Thank you so much for staying the night. Xuanzang is grateful."

"Hey, I studied under the three religions, and I admire the Dragon Temple very much. Why are you so polite?"

Zhen Yuanzi smiled, then asked Xuanzang, "I wonder how the ginseng fruit was yesterday?"

Hearing this, Xuanzang was stunned for a moment. He looked at Zhen Yuanzi strangely, but he was a little confused in his heart. Did he eat the fruit? Why did Zhen Yuanzi ask this question?

Seeing Xuanzang stunned and silent, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but feel a little confused.

"Is it not to the mage's taste?"

Xuanzang hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I haven't eaten it yet."

Hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi's expression changed, and his face darkened visibly, but he did not explode.

Staring at Xuanzang, Zhen Yuanzi chuckled and said, "Master, lying is not a good habit."

Xuanzang frowned and said, "I didn't eat it, so why would I lie?"

The expression on Zhen Yuanzi's face did not change, but he said with a sneer: "My boy has said that you can eat this fairy fruit very happily. Since the mage has eaten it, what's the point of being secretive? "

In a split second, Xuanzang immediately understood that the fairy fruit was probably eaten by Qingfeng Mingyue, and then reported to Zhen Yuanzi that his master and disciples had eaten the fairy fruit.

For a moment, Xuanzang didn't know how to refute this matter. After all, he didn't eat the food himself, but Zhen Yuanzi obviously believed his disciple's words more.

Seeing that Xuanzang was silent, Zhen Yuanzi sneered and said: "It is rumored that Xuanzang of Long Temple is a man of noble character, but he turned out to be a liar. If so, how can you continue on your journey to the west to learn scriptures?"

Being questioned, Xuanzang was not anxious at this time. He just looked at Zhen Yuanzi and secretly thought that something had happened.

"Come here! Call the three disciples of the mage. I want to see if they don't admit this!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the breeze and bright moon outside the hall respond and walked towards the backyard.

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Sun Wukong and others were still a little confused at this time. They didn't know why Zhen Yuanzi suddenly called them here, but there was always an ominous premonition.

As soon as he entered the main hall, Sun Wukong saw Xuanzang with an extremely ugly face, and his heart suddenly sank.

"Three of you, are you here?"

Hearing the coldness in Zhen Yuanzi's tone, Sun Wukong's face turned cold and he said calmly: "May I ask the master of the temple, why did you invite us here?"

Zhen Yuanzi sneered and said, "Your master said that he has never used this ginseng fruit, but instead framed the boy under me for lying. I would like to ask some of you, have you really never eaten this ginseng fruit?"

After hearing this, Sun Wukong's expression suddenly froze, and then he looked at Qingfeng Mingyue with cold eyes, his eyes full of chill.

"I didn't eat it, but these two didn't even enter the room."

Qingfeng Mingyue met Sun Wukong's gaze, and her expression suddenly changed. Her heart felt like it was at the bottom of the valley. Qingfeng said hurriedly: "You are talking nonsense! I saw you eating it with my own eyes!"

When Mingyue heard this, she nodded hurriedly, obviously feeling a little panicked.

Zhen Yuanzi did not notice this, he just stared at Sun Wukong and sneered: "You actually said the same thing, so it is my fault of Wuzhuang Temple?"

"Old Sun, I don't know if I'm wrong or not, but you are confused."

Sun Wukong sneered, pointed at the clear breeze and bright moon with one hand, and said, "You will know if I have eaten or not by checking their cultivation."

"It's a joke! The ginseng fruit will only take effect after one year. You've made it clear that I can't find anything."

Sun Wukong's expression froze, but he did not expect this to be the case. Huang Tianlu behind him also became a little angry at this time.

It doesn't matter if I haven't eaten anything, but I still bear such a huge burden for nothing. Do you really think that I am easy to bully?

With the spiritual power radiating from his body, Huang Tianlu said in a cold voice: "Why bother trying to incriminate yourself? Zhen Yuanzi, are you stupid because of your cultivation? How many of my brothers will covet those bad fruits of yours?"

Yan Yuan said nothing, and at this time, the spiritual power slowly emerged from his body.

Zhen Yuanzi felt the spiritual power of the two people, and immediately sneered and said: "Two people who are not even golden immortals actually dare to be presumptuous in front of me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt the spiritual power of Sun Wukong being released, and the unique power of Taiyi Golden Immortal swept across, followed by a large amount of golden light filling the hall.

Zhen Yuanzi looked at the sudden outburst of Sun Wukong and sneered. When he turned his palm, two rays of light, black and white, lit up.

In the main hall, a Tai Chi pattern slowly unfolded in the hall, and then countless spiritual powers poured in crazily into the hall.

The violent spiritual energy made everyone stunned. Before Sun Wukong could take action, he felt that he was isolated by a barrier.

The incident happened so suddenly that even Xuanzang didn't react at this time, but it was already too late to stop it.

Seeing the Tai Chi pattern wrapping up the four masters and disciples, Zhen Yuanzi said in a cold voice: "This is the territory of my Wuzhuang Temple. Even the spiritual power formation cannot hold you in the Immortal Mansion. That would make him the ancestor of the Earthly Immortals."

As soon as he finished speaking, countless spiritual powers began to gather together, forming a rope to lock the three Sun Wukong people.

The three brothers who were defenseless were caught instantly. Zhen Yuanzi sneered and waved with one hand, sending the three brothers flying backwards.

The figure was suspended in the air and flew towards the backyard of Wuzhuang Temple. Sun Wukong and the other three were hung on a towering tree, surrounded by gleaming ginseng fruits.

Hanging on the tree, Sun Wukong felt that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly draining, and his expression immediately changed.

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi's voice rang out from the Wuzhuang Temple.

"Your master, I can't move, but none of the three of you can even think of running away! When your spiritual power is exhausted, you will be able to bear fruit again."

"You guys have decided on this ginseng fruit!"

After hearing this, Sun Wukong's expression changed. He wanted to break free from the current control, but found that the rope on his body was getting tighter and tighter. Before he could stretch out the rope, he found that the vines of the ginseng fruit tree were also curling towards him. Come over.