The Scripture Seeking Group traveled far away. Even after Five Villages Temple had vanished from sight, Zhu Bajie was still smacking his lips and muttering incessantly:
"Great Immortal Zhenyuan really is a good man!"
"It's just that Qingfeng and Mingyue... Hmph!"
Then he began complaining about Sun Wukong again.
"Monkey Brother, you must have been deliberately enjoying my misfortune!"
The master and disciples bickered and laughed as they traveled, but then Tang Sanzang suddenly cried out. With a swish, he leaped down from the White Dragon Horse and, unable to help himself, began practicing his fists...
Zhu Bajie froze and instinctively asked:
"Monkey Brother, what's wrong with Master?"
Sun Wukong answered with a grin:
"It's from eating Ginseng Fruit!"
As though he had known Sun Wukong's intentions, Zhen Yuanzi had personally stepped in at Five Villages Temple and helped Tang Sanzang digest the Ginseng Fruit's source power. He had not felt much while still in Five Villages Temple, but once they left... Tang Sanzang felt the blood and vitality throughout his body boiling and surging without end!
That was why this scene had happened.
After performing a set of fist techniques, Tang Sanzang showed no signs of easing up. Instead, his face had flushed red, and a faint crimson blood aura seemed to linger around him. His eyes gleamed as he looked toward Sha Wujing and shouted:
"Wujing, come practice with your master..."
Sha Wujing acknowledged him, set down the luggage, and walked toward Tang Sanzang. In an instant, fists and kicks flew between them, their figures blurring into shadows as thudding impacts rang out without pause.
After quite a while.
Sha Wujing suddenly cried out.
He was actually blasted away by a single punch!
"How is that possible?"
Sha Wujing stared wide-eyed, his face full of disbelief. He had