Before the monkey hair clone could move, Sun Kong added a few more instructions.
"Remember two things."
"First, Zhen Yuanzi must be invited out if possible. This Earth Book is extremely powerful. Let alone Wu Zhiqi and the others, even I, Old Sun, dare not underestimate it. No one else can subdue it."
"At the same time, this is also the last chance I, Old Sun, am giving to the Wuzhuang Temple lineage. If they still don't seize it, then after today, the New Flower Fruit Mountain and Wuzhuang Temple will be at odds."
"I, Old Sun, will definitely let him know what it means to court death and what it means to be shocked."
"Second, after inviting Zhen Yuanzi, you will immediately go to Wanhua Inn, but do not help easily. Lie low and quietly await further developments."
"Meanwhile, monitor for me, and if Zhen Yuanzi takes action but does not justly punish a traitor like Qingfeng."
"I, Old Sun, will take this opportunity to make the desolate three realms, which have forgotten my majesty, once again experience my courting death skills, lest some people forget how disgraceful they were back then!"
As soon as these words were spoken.
Without a word, the monkey hair clone immediately took the task given by Sun Kong, the main body, and headed for the Immortal Realm, the border between Nanzhan Buzhou and Xiniu Hezhou.
Behold, this place was a rare cave heaven and blessed land.
The trees were tall, and the spiritual energy was dense.
It contained one of the five innate elements, the vast power of earth, convenient for cultivating earth-element spells among the five elemental spells.
It also contained one of the five innate elements, the infinite accumulation of wood power, allowing one to cultivate earth and water elements simultaneously.
To verify each other.
To promote each other.
Here lay a name that shook the three realms, a name that even gods, Buddhas, and sages dared not underestimate: Wuzhuang Temple.
Named a Taoist temple.
In reality, it encompassed a vast area that made countless people envious and jealous, a rare existence.
Here, for billions of miles around, there were no direct disciples of any sage, and it was one of the few areas led by non-sages.
Here, the population was large, and the races were varied, including Buddhist disciples, Taoist sects, the Three Pure Ones, the Nine Streams, various miscellaneous sects, demons, and ghosts.
And so on.
It was truly the best habitat for billions of living beings, hence the scene five hundred years ago when these people went to the New Flower Fruit Mountain to surround Sun Kong.
At the same time.
There was an even more prominent existence here, making no one below a sage dare to underestimate it.
That person was none other than Zhen Yuanzi!
...
Outside Wuzhuang Temple, Sun Kong's monkey hair clone was rapidly approaching.
Inside Wuzhuang Temple, since the first tribulation five hundred years ago, after witnessing the power of the New Flower Fruit Mountain's eruption and Sun Kong's suicidal spirit of daring to challenge even the Heavenly Dao.
Zhen Yuanzi had been in seclusion and cultivation.
Not for anything else.
It was precisely to avoid being reckless like last time, misguided by rumors, and rashly encouraging his disciples and the surrounding hundreds of millions of living beings to go to the New Flower Fruit Mountain.
If not for the fact that Sun Kong did not truly go on a killing spree, these people would have perished.
This sin.
Sun Kong naturally could not escape.
But he, Zhen Yuanzi, could not escape either.
At best, he would be crippled by heavenly punishment.
At worst, his physical body and primordial spirit might dissipate, dragged into the cycle of reincarnation by the karma of hundreds of billions of living beings, never to be reborn.
And these consequences still made him tremble with lingering fear!
Perhaps, in the eyes of others, he who controlled a supreme innate spiritual root and a half-step innate treasure should have been able to live without worry and achieve twice the result with half the effort.
No one dared to provoke him.
However, only Zhen Yuanzi himself knew that in the desolate three realms, no one was ever absolutely safe or immortal.
Not to mention distant events.
Let alone the past, when Patriarch Hongjun first preached, among the three thousand guests of the red dust, there was an old friend, Patriarch Hongyun, with whom he had a very good relationship.
He was killed by Patriarch Kunpeng and Ancestor Minghe because he was overconfident and did not quickly refine the Primordial Chaos Qi.
Let's talk about recent events.
During the Investiture of the Gods tribulation, how many disciples who were good friends with Zhen Yuanzi and also elites of the Jie Cult, thought they would be fine if they did not provoke the Chan Cult disciples and did not help the tyrannical King Zhou.
Unexpectedly.
The Chan Cult disciples, in order to survive the tribulation, completely disregarded rules, regardless of right or wrong, and whether the Jie Cult disciples helped King Zhou.
In short, upon seeing Jie Cult disciples, they would slaughter them. In the end, although Chan Cult lost four Golden Immortals, they were still much better off than Jie Cult.
Jie Cult was known as "Myriad Immortals Coming to Court." The myriad immortals of that year were not the mere Heavenly Immortals like the current He Xiangu, but all Golden Immortals and above.
But what happened later?
Because the Jie Cult, from Tongtian Sect Master to the lowest ranks, was careless, in the end, countless myriad immortals died, three thousand defected to Lesser Vehicle Buddhism and became the current three thousand Buddhas.
Three thousand were killed and completely annihilated, with no chance of reincarnation.
The remaining four thousand.
Among them, the few hundred most powerful were barely recognized by the Investiture of the Gods and were taken in as servants of the Jade Emperor, the gods of the Heavenly Court. As for the others, they were crippled.
Apart from a very few who managed to escape and hide in Wuzhuang Temple, the vast majority died on the way, being scattered and divided by various forces after the defeat of the Jie Cult.
The scene was miserable, to say the least.
To this day, whenever Zhen Yuanzi thought of those past scenes, his heart was still unsettled. Moreover, with the recent opening of the second tribulation of Journey to the West, which was about to trigger plots related to fetal killing,
Zhen Yuanzi was even more hesitant to go out and court trouble, and had been in seclusion for decades.
It was not until this moment that his heart suddenly skipped a beat, sensing that at least two bad things had happened!
"Not good!"
"I warned him repeatedly, yet someone still didn't listen to me and insisted on going out forcefully. The merits of Journey to the West are not easily obtained."
"I, this humble Taoist, dare not act rashly, but why is this Qingfeng kid disobedient?"
"Although I made him reincarnate as Liu Hong before, it was just an attempt. If it failed, he should have retreated. How dare he steal my 'Earth Book' and confront Guangchengzi, Wu Zhiqi, He Xiangu, and others?"
"Doesn't he know that behind those three are Yuan Shi Tianzun, Monkey Sun, and Lao Tzu?"
"Even more infuriating is that he actually colluded with the Heavenly Emperor's pawn, the Rose Dragon King, and the subordinates of the remnant demon, the New Six-Eared Macaque."
"I can't ignore this matter anymore!"
Zhen Yuanzi sensed that Qingfeng was about to be in trouble and his heart trembled. Just as he was about to get up, in the next second, he was startled by the omen outside Wuzhuang Temple.
He was indeed a master of the mid-stage of the quasi-saint realm, who had cut off one corpse.
He had foreseen the arrival of Sun Kong's monkey hair clone in advance and did not dare to delay or be negligent. He quickly composed himself.
He decisively went out to meet him.
On one hand, he secretly instructed Mingyue and others to be ready at any time, not to lose their manners and embarrass themselves.
On the other hand, before Sun Kong's monkey hair clone could even ask, he took the initiative to explain a few things!