Journey to the West: A clone sacrifices to the heavens, possessing boundless magical power.

Guest rooms at Wuzhuang Temple.

Tang Sanzang and his disciples were placed in a side room in a secluded courtyard.

After settling in, Qingfeng and Mingyue returned to their alchemy room.

"That monkey is absolutely despicable!" Qingfeng slammed his fist on the table, his face full of anger.

Mingyue sighed: "Master instructed us not to cause trouble. Let's hurry up and get down to business. Master told us to pick ginseng fruits to entertain Elder Tang. Judging by the time, the fruits should be ripe by now."

Qingfeng nodded, suppressing the anger in his heart.

The two took a golden mallet and a cinnabar tray lined with a silk handkerchief, and headed straight for the back garden.

Before long, the two returned to the guest room carrying the elixir tray.

A red cloth covered the alchemical tray, from which a faint, refreshing fragrance wafted.

"Elder Tang."

Qingfeng knocked on the door and walked in carrying the pill tray.

Tang Sanzang was sitting cross-legged on his couch when he smelled the fragrance. He opened his eyes and asked, "Two celestial boys, what is this?"

A gentle breeze lifted the red cloth, revealing the contents of the plate.

"This is a local specialty of my Wuzhuang Temple, called Ginseng Fruit. Before he left, Master specifically instructed us to pick two of these fruits so that the Elder, an old friend, could quench his thirst."

Tang Sanzang took a closer look and immediately gasped, his face turning deathly pale.

What I saw on the plate were two chubby, pink babies!

It has all four limbs, distinct facial features, and even its eyebrows and eyes are clearly visible, just like a child who is less than three days old.

"Amitabha! What a sin! What a sin!"

Tang Sanzang trembled with fear, retreating repeatedly and covering his eyes. "This is clearly a newborn child! I am a monk, how could I dare to eat people! Take it away! Take it away!"

Upon seeing this, Mingyue quickly explained, "Elder, you misunderstand. This is not a child, but a fruit from a tree called the Herb Rejuvenating Elixir. Eating it can prolong life and grant immortality!"

"Nonsense!"

Tang Sanzang didn't believe it at all. He closed his eyes and shook his head frantically, chanting the Rebirth Mantra repeatedly, "Amitabha, good, good... You two celestial boys, don't joke with this poor monk. This is clearly a person, not some kind of fruit! Take it away quickly!"

The gentle breeze and the bright moon exchanged a glance, both filled with helplessness.

This mortal monk is truly ignorant.

"Since the elder is adamant about not eating it, then we have no choice but to take it back," Qingfeng said coldly, picking up the pill tray and turning to leave.

After leaving the guest room, I returned to the alchemy room.

Mingyue looked at the ginseng fruit on the plate and swallowed.

"Senior brother, this monk won't eat, what should we do?"

Qingfeng stared at the fruit, a hint of greed flashing in his eyes.

"This ginseng fruit is a rare treasure of heaven and earth. Once it leaves the tree, it will harden and lose all its spiritual energy if left for too long. Since he doesn't know how to appreciate it, we can't waste such a precious thing."

Qingfeng picked up a fruit. "Let's each have one, one for each of us."

Mingyue was overjoyed and quickly grabbed the other one.

The two of them disregarded all decorum and started biting.

Click!

The fruit pulp melts in your mouth, turning into a sweet syrup that flows down your throat.

The two ate very quickly, making loud chewing and swallowing noises.

Little did they know that next to the alchemy room was the kitchen of the Wuzhuang Temple.

At this moment, Pigsy was bending over in the kitchen, tending a fire and cooking rice.

Those who cultivate immortality have far superior senses compared to ordinary people, let alone someone like Zhu Bajie, who was once Marshal Tianpeng.

The crisp chewing sounds coming from the other side of the wall, along with a faint, exotic fragrance wafting through the air, instantly entered Pigsy's nostrils.

"Gulp."

Pigsy swallowed hard.

He dropped the firewood in his hand, pricked up his two big ears and pressed them against the wall, listening intently.

"What delicious food is it? You're eating it so heartily!"

Pigsy's stomach was instantly whetted, and it felt as if a million ants were crawling inside him.

He rolled his eyes and wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth.

"No way! How could I, Old Pig, miss out on such a great opportunity!"

Pigsy tiptoed out of the kitchen, looked around, and headed straight for the front room.

"Monkey King! Monkey King!"

Pigsy pushed open the door and whispered, "Wake up! Something amazing is happening!"

Sun Wukong was sitting cross-legged on the couch, resting with his eyes closed. Hearing this, he didn't even lift his eyelids, only snorting coldly: "You idiot, instead of going to light a fire and cook, you come here to disturb my peaceful sleep. What good things could possibly come from this desolate Taoist temple in the middle of nowhere?"

"Great news!" Pigsy leaned closer to the bed and whispered, "I was tending the fire in the kitchen just now, and I overheard those two Taoist boys eating next door. The aroma wafted through the cracks in the wall, straight into my stomach! I heard it clearly; they called that treasure ginseng fruit, or 'herb-rejuvenating elixir'!"

Upon hearing these words, Sun Wukong suddenly opened his eyes, and a golden light flashed.

"Ginseng fruit?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Pigsy nodded repeatedly, drool glistening at the corners of his mouth. "Those two boys are eating noisily. Brother Monkey, you're agile and versatile, why don't you go scout out the back garden and steal a few for us brothers to try?"

Sun Wukong rolled his eyes.

When they first arrived at Wuzhuang Temple during the day, the two boys, Qingfeng and Mingyue, were arrogant and looked down on them.

Sun Wukong was inherently proud and arrogant, and he had been harboring a grudge for a long time.

"Those two little Taoist boys, relying on Zhen Yuanzi's power, dare to give me attitude." Sun Wukong sneered, turned over and got off the bed. "Very well, I'll go and make a trip, consider it collecting some interest."

After saying that, Sun Wukong flickered his body, made an invisibility spell, and transformed into a gentle breeze, silently leaving the guest room.

He followed the direction indicated by Pigsy and went straight to the alchemy room.

The alchemy room was empty. Qingfeng and Mingyue had already left after finishing their fruit. Sun Wukong glanced around and saw a glittering golden object on the table, one end like a hammer and the other like a hook.

"This must be the tool used for threshing fruit."

Sun Wukong casually picked up the golden cudgel, turned around and left the alchemy room, heading straight for the back garden of Wuzhuang Temple.

Pushing open the heavy wooden door to the back garden and passing through several layers of array barriers, a towering giant tree suddenly came into view.

The tree was thousands of feet tall, with lush branches and leaves. Its roots seemed to have penetrated into the deepest part of the underworld, and faint blue Daoist energy flowed over its crown.

Parting the broad leaves, one can see several fruits shaped like babies hanging among the branches, complete with hands and feet, and distinct facial features, swaying gently in the wind.

"Indeed, it is a spiritual root of heaven and earth."

Sun Wukong didn't look at it for long, and with a leap, he nimbly climbed up the tree trunk.

He found a ripe fruit, raised his golden mallet, and gently tapped the stem of the fruit.

"Clatter."

The fruit fell off and plummeted straight to the ground.

Sun Wukong intended to wait until it landed before going down to pick it up, but as soon as the fruit touched the soil, it made a muffled sound and vanished instantly.

"Um?"

Sun Wukong leaped down from the tree and landed where the fruit had fallen.

There wasn't a single pit in the ground; it was as smooth as ever.