And clearly, they had come for this very reason.
"Amitabha, Great Immortal, we've never even seen a Ginseng Fruit. How could we have tasted one?" Tang Sanzang stepped forward with his hands together, calm and dignified. "Monks do not lie. We only borrowed a place to stay for one night before continuing our journey. We never heard anything about a Ginseng Fruit."
"Heh. So you're saying I wronged you?" Great Immortal Zhenyuan asked Tang Sanzang, smiling instead of getting angry.
"Indeed. I suggest you look for the cause among your disciples. We may be wandering monks, but we still have our pride. I, Tang Sanzang, would never steal!"
Tang Sanzang spoke with his hands together, calm and dignified.
But his words amused Great Immortal Zhenyuan.
"Heh. You'd never do it? Then all the hundred or so people in Wuzhuang Temple are lying? Do you take me for a fool?" Great Immortal Zhenyuan barked.
Tang Sanzang was instantly at a loss for words.
Ye Chen was fretting on the sidelines, too. How could they explain this? Were they supposed to tell Great Immortal Zhenyuan that his precious eldest disciple was responsible for everything? That after eating the Ginseng Fruit, he'd even tried to pin the blame on them?
Wasn't that obviously an attempt to drive a wedge between them?
"Hey, Master, why waste so many words on him? Justice is in the hearts of the people. We didn't do it, so we didn't do it. If you ask me, this old man and his disciple are in cahoots and just looking for trouble. Old man! The rake in Old Pig's hands can teach your eldest disciple a lesson, and it can teach you one too!"
"Pui Pui!" He spat twice into his palms, then hefted the Nine-toothed Rake. After spinning it