Pick the Ginseng Fruit?
Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva frowned, and the smile on Maitreya Buddha's face instantly faded somewhat.
Mahasthamaprapta Bodhisattva and Medicine Tathagata exchanged a glance, their expressions strange. For a moment, neither knew how to react.
Ultimately, they could still scrape together an excuse of "demanding an explanation" for forcing their way into Wuzhuang Temple, giving them at least a sliver of justification.
After all, Qingfeng had indeed sent Sanzang flying over a thousand li with a single palm strike, grievously injuring him. Buddhist School Disciples coming to demand justice might have been rather heavy-handed, but within the Primordial World Heaven and Earth, it was not entirely outrageous.
But if they actually picked the Ginseng Fruit, that would be an entirely different matter.
The Ginseng Fruit Tree was one of the ten great supreme innate spirit roots. It was Senior Zhen Yuanzi's very lifeblood, the foundation that anchored Wuzhuang Temple's fortune.
Picking Ginseng Fruit without its owner's permission was nothing short of outright robbery!
Once they did so, there would be no room left for compromise. The Buddhist School and Zhen Yuanzi would have forged a feud that would not end until one side was dead.
By then, even if Zhen Yuanzi had some hidden reason for refusing to see them earlier, he would inevitably be forced to act.
Ksitigarbha's lips moved slightly, and he instinctively wanted to speak up and stop him.
Yet just as he was about to speak, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. The words on the verge of leaving his mouth caught in his throat, turning into a silent sigh.
Who was Sun Wukong?
*He was the Stone Monkey of Numinous Wisdom, one of the four mischievous monkeys, someone Master Zhunti had personally brought back from the Eastern World, personally instructed, and personally accepted