"Bajie, is there any problem with this land?" Yang Que asked.

"Ah?" Zhu Bajie was stunned for a moment and shook his head, "No, it's just ordinary soil. But Brother, you have a blessed place with snow and ice. You should choose a more fertile place, otherwise the cold weather may affect the harvest of the fruit."

When you first enter the Daxue Mountains, you will indeed have such an illusion.

But over time, I found that the environment of Daxue Mountain was just "cold".

"Yeah." Yang Que responded.

This soil is not flesh and blood disguised as soil, but the ginseng fruit tree is originally a tree, Yang Que stretched out a finger and stabbed into the main trunk.

After pulling it out, it didn't bring out any blood, it was just a relatively strong and ordinary tree.

"The black Journey to the West is in my mind." Yang Que patted his head and brought the dug out ginseng fruit trees to the cave heaven of Shanhai.

"Senior Brother, everyone has dealt with it?" Zhu Bajie asked.

"There are only three people in this Taoist temple, what are you dealing with?" Yang Que said angrily, "I'm going to see if there are any other fruit trees. There are no one in the Taoist temple, leaving those things to waste."

"Oh, oh." Zhu Bajie replied twice, "Is there any gain?"

"No." Yang Que said, "I basically didn't think much. I don't understand these things. Bajie, you know, you can go and search."

Agricultural trade expert Zhu Bajie went to find out if there were any ordinary fruit trees left behind.

Yang Que returned to the living area of ​​Shanhai Cave Heaven.

A group of plagues there have been digging holes and preparing to plant ginseng fruit trees.

"How is it? Do you feel familiar?" Yang Que said to Dracula who was assisting from the side.

"No." Dracula shook her head, "No at all."

Repeat and affirm it.

Although both ginseng fruits are monkey versions, there is actually no connection.

In terms of the effect, the ginseng fruit that Goodra ate is much better.

Of course, the ginseng fruit is also effective now - if the amount is high.

Leaving from the living area and coming to Daxue Mountain, Yang Que saw Tang Monk standing outside the wooden house sulking: "Master, we are leaving."

"Wukong, we are monks..."

"Master, that Zhen Yuanzi is dead." Yang Que interrupted Tang Seng's words.

"What?" Tang Seng was surprised, "Wukong, we are monks and cannot kill at will!"

Speaking of which, this Tang Monk is not as pedantic as the Tang Monk in the original work.

Along the way, everyone killed a lot of animals, and he persuaded them, but there were no more actions besides persuasion.

He would not do anything like "drive people away".

It may be related to the fact that Yang Que did not wear a tight hoop on his head, but it can also be seen that this Tang monk is still quite pragmatic.

But no matter how pragmatic he was, he could not accept that Zhen Yuanzi and others were killed like this.

Fruit or something is considered an apology, and Tang Seng thought it was completely OK.

The ginseng fruit tree is indeed too much, but he can't stop it, so it's okay to turn a blind eye.

But killing someone... this Tang monk would never accept it, and this matter would shake the Buddha's heart.

The reason is that Zhenyuanzi Taicai was firmly suppressed by Yang Que from the beginning and had no power to resist.

It's not a monster, and it's okay to behave like a show. It's not the kind of robber who holds a knife, an axe, a face full of flesh, and even blood is not completely washed away.

It made Tang Monk's compassion stronger than usual.

Is it a bit too much for others to kill people in the end?

"It was not my move, they died by themselves. What kind of way should be to die together?" Yang Que said.

"Oh, that's OK... No! Wukong, it's not that I said you, we are monks, so let's forgive others if you have to." Tang Seng began to talk hard and said in a nagging manner.

Then he was interrupted by Yang Que again and cast the spell: "Master, I have transplanted the ginseng fruit tree. In the future, you can eat one of them to strengthen your physical fitness and help travel westward."

"..." Tang Monk opened his mouth slightly, and it was difficult to refuse.

Traveling west and seeking scriptures in the West is the top priority. Now that things have come to this point, it seems meaningless for him to reject ginseng fruit again.

Tang Monk returned outside with the fragrance.

Zhu Bajie outside had completed the search and shook his head at Yang Que, saying that he had no gains.

"Bajie, I asked you to enter my cave world just now, and we didn't cooperate very well." Yang Que said to Zhu Bajie, "If you weren't smart, you would probably be seriously injured."

"Yes." Zhu Bajie nodded.

It wasn't that he was too quick to make himself faint, and he couldn't get into the world of the world, so he had to resist the world in his sleeves.

I don’t know where the Wuzhuang Temple, who is not strong in this person, has no one. The power of the Guanzhu Zhen Yuanzi, comes from that level of formation.

Although he is not proficient in formations, Zhu Bajie can also feel the mystery of this formation.

The reason for judgment is very simple. Can it not be mysterious to achieve such power?

You will definitely encounter strong opponents in the future. What should you do then?

"Let's start practicing today." Yang Que said, "I will do it anytime and try to let you enter my blessings in the world, and wait for you to form an instinctive reaction. In the future, when you encounter a strong opponent, you will also have the power to protect yourself."

"..." Zhu Bajie hesitated for a little while and nodded.

If you don’t want to get on this pirate ship, you have to get on it. Otherwise, you will have bad luck and you won’t even have the chance to get on the ship.

Tang Seng and Qiongqi definitely do not need training, both have formed instincts.

Even Qiongqi did not resist entering the cave heaven of mountains and seas.

Qiongqi was released and the group continued to set off, but this time Yang Que was not outside, but entered the mountain and sea cave heaven.

Daxue Mountain, a row of wooden house living areas.

A group of former important officials of the court were wearing thick elderly down jackets, basking in the sun in groups of three or three, playing chess and playing chess, and living the life of an old retired man.

These people are all transformed half-demons, and it is hard to say whether they are willing or not.

However, now they are all residents of the mountain, sea, cave heaven. Although there is nothing to do, their existence is to contribute to the cave heaven.

Seeing Yang Que coming, a group of half-demons stood up one after another and said respectfully: "True Lord."

They called Yang Que according to the honorary title of the God-transforming monk.

"I have something that I need your help," Yang Que said.

"If there is no place, what will the True Lord give me? Just speak."

"Yes, the lives of these people are saved by the True Lord, how can we help?"

"The True Lord has given an order to go through fire and water, and he will never refuse to die!"

They are all a group of talented people, otherwise they would not be able to climb to the high position, so they naturally know how to express their opinions at this time.

To be honest, if Yang Que hadn't used them, they would have wanted to reflect their value long ago.

It’s all because the other party is trustworthy.

It is not safe either. Only by reflecting one's own value can one ensure that one can stand firm and take root here.

"Well, there are some things that you need to translate and crack." Yang Que clapped his hands.

Several wolf demons came over with a large wooden box. Inside the box were scrolls and bamboo slips obtained from the secret room.
Chapter completed!