In front of Wuzhuang Temple.
The five travelers' eyes lit up.
"If this humble monk eats the Ginseng Fruit, will it increase my cultivation?"
A hidden gleam flashed in Tang Sanzang's eyes as he hurriedly asked Zhu Bajie.
After weathering several tribulations, he had come to understand that his Golden Immortal Peak cultivation was as insignificant as an ant in the Primordial World. Only by proving the Dao as a Grand Unity Golden Immortal—or even reaching the Quasi-Saint Realm—could he gain freedom and ease.
So Tang Sanzang was prepared to do whatever it took to improve his cultivation.
After all, if he caused trouble, Guanyin Bodhisattva and Buddha would clean up after him.
"You're thinking too small. Your horizons are too narrow!"
"It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruit once every three thousand years, and takes another three thousand years to ripen. Only after a full ten thousand years can it be eaten. In all those ten thousand years, it bears just thirty fruits. Each Ginseng Fruit contains more pure essence than the two Golden Elixirs you ate before put together."
"Master, how about we pull off something big and steal all the Ginseng Fruits?"
Zhu Bajie explained.
At the thought of eating Ginseng Fruit, he couldn't stop himself from drooling. He casually wiped his mouth with his sleeve, then hurried to the gate and knocked.
"Rebellious disciple, how can you call it stealing when it concerns a monk?"
"It's called the Ginseng Fruit Tree having a predestined connection with the Western Teachings. But I'll have to plan this carefully. It would be best if we could drag Guanyin Bodhisattva, who's watching us from the shadows, into it too."
Tang Sanzang joined his palms, looking the very picture of compassion.
Wuzhuang Temple on Longevity Mountain was the dojo