Upon seeing the ginseng fruit tree again, Sun Wukong didn''t say another word but whipped out Jingu Bang and, with one swing, sent the ginseng fruit tree flying out of the ground, roots and all!

    The fruits hanging above tumbled down with a clatter, burrowing into the soil as soon as they hit the ground, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

    However, even though Sun Wukong was angry, he hadn''t lost his rationality and knew that now was not the time to alert Qingfeng and Mingyue.

    So, although his actions were grand, they didn''t trigger the formation.

    This formation had a soundproofing effect, so naturally nothing from inside could be heard outside.

    Having knocked over the ginseng fruit tree, Sun Wukong felt a wave of anger dissipate and silently flew back, continuing to watch Qingfeng and Mingyue curse the baldies.

    Qingfeng and Mingyue cursed until the wee hours of the morning, unable to muster the strength to continue.

    The important thing was, they no longer had any new insults to throw; everything that could be said had been said several cycles over.

    Moreover, the skin of the bald guy in front of them was so thick that it was a bit despairing; no matter how they cursed, he simply wouldn''t get angry...

    It felt as if their punches were landing on cotton, very frustrating indeed.

    Since their curses couldn''t hurt the other party, they decided not to curse anymore.

    The two huffed and waved their hands, "Tang Sanzang, wait until our master comes back, then we''ll settle with you!"

    Having said that, they turned around and left.

    After they departed, Sun Wukong, Zhu Ganglie, and the others saw Tang Sanzang put down the melon seeds he was holding and slowly raised his head to look at them. In that moment, they saw a pair of bloodshot eyes!

    Clearly, it wasn''t that the baldy was not angry; he had just been holding it in!

    "Master... are you angry?" Sun Wukong asked cautiously.

    Tang Sanzang grinned, "No, no, I''m not angry..."

    After speaking, Tang Sanzang stood up and walked into the house.

    Sun Wukong said, "Master, this place isn''t exactly good either, shall we leave?"

    Zhu Ganglie eagerly chimed in, "Didn''t I say this place is not good? Even without demons, it''s not a nice place. Ever since we came here, it hasn''t been pleasant! Master, shall we leave?"

    Sha Wujing added, "Master, dawn is upon us. Taking advantage of the fact that Qingfeng and Mingyue are tired from cursing, let''s leave... If we wait for them to catch their breath, who knows, we might get another earful of curses."

    Tang Sanzang nodded, "Let''s go..."

    So, the master and disciples left Wuzhuang Temple and continued their journey westward.

    "Hey! You toad spirit, dare to leap? Take this punch!"

    "You crow spirit, why are you so black? Take this punch!"

    ...

    Sun Wukong and the others listened to these noises, utterly speechless.

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    At the same time, the disciples looked at each other and reached an understanding. That was to never fool around again, and even if they did, they had to be in the right! They couldn''t let their master be wronged again!

    The voice of the bald man gradually faded into the distance, until finally, they could no longer hear where he was fighting.

    Just as they were about to follow, they heard a cold snort, "You thieves! Stealing my ginseng fruit, smashing my ginseng fruit trees, severing the Spirit Root of my Five Villas Temple and thinking of leaving?!"

    Everyone looked up and saw a Taoist with an immortal bearing standing in the clouds high above them, furiously glaring at them! He was extraordinary in bearing and carried an air of immense dignity and nobility! Sun Wukong had only seen such an aura on mighty figures like the Jade Emperor and the Buddha.

    With just one glance, Sun Wukong knew that Qingfeng and Mingyue had not been boasting—there were indeed formidable people in the Five Villas Temple!

    ...

    A few minutes before the ginseng fruit tree was about to be pushed over.

    Six protectors in blue were flying towards the Mountain of Longevity when they suddenly heard a light chuckle, "Where are you six protectors going in such a hurry?"

    The six looked up and saw a person wearing a Purple Gold Crown and carefree crane cloak, with cloud-walking boots and a waistband. His face was like that of a child''s; his skin was like jade, and he was smiling, fondling his three strands of beard.

    The moment they saw this person, they were startled and then promptly bowed, saying, "We greet you, Lord of Equality!"

    The person was none other than the master of the Mountain of Longevity and the Five Villas Temple, known as the Lord of Equality, Zhen Yuanzi!

    Zhen Yuanzi smiled and said, "Alright, no need for such formalities. I have just returned from Miluo Palace and saw you rushing with troubled expressions, so I deliberately came over to ask."

    The protectors looked at each other. None of them had expected to meet the chief himself before they even reached the Five Villas Temple.

    One of the protectors stepped forward and said, "To be frank, we have come to seek your help."

    Zhen Yuanzi, surprised, said, "Seek my help?"

    The other replied, "Exactly..."

    So he recounted the whole matter about the fake Tang Sanzang''s journey to the West to seek scriptures.

    Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi burst into laughter.