Seeing Zhen Yuanzi fall into a state of confusion and confusion, Tang Sanzang grinned and showed a confident smile.

"Are you suspicious in your heart and unwilling to believe it?"

Zhen Yuanzi looked up and looked at Tang Sanzang.

“This ginseng fruit tree has been here since its creation.

I was born from the creation and guarded these five views, and there was never any mistake in it.

How could this fruit be fake?”

As if to convince yourself, or as if to find reliable evidence for yourself, Zhen Yuanzi's voice became louder and louder, as if it could make his words sound more credible.

Tang Sanzang dug out his buzzing ears and couldn't help but frown.

"Amitabha."

Without any piousness, Tang Sanzang looked at Zhen Yuanzi.

"Have there been no mistakes in the shock?

Daxian still remembers, when was the innate god you were born?"

"The three-yuan meeting of heaven and earth begins, and the innate spiritual root ginseng fruit establishes the heaven and earth for 388,800 years of pregnancy and birth of the Holy Spirit."

Almost without thinking, Zhen Yuanzi gave the answer.

"Tsk, 388,800 years, what a good number.

It seems that the immortal has a deep memory of this time!"

Tang Sanzang looked at Zhen Yuanzi with unconcealed jokes in his eyes.

Zhen Yuanzi frowned, and looking at Tang Sanzang's expression made him feel uncomfortable.

Tang Sanzang smiled and shook his head, "Da Xian still remembers how many years the ginseng fruit blooms, bears fruit every year, and matures every year?

How many fruits will be produced at one time?”

Zhen Yuanzi frowned even more and looked at Tang Sanzang in confusion. Although he didn't understand why he asked such a low-level question, he still gave the answer.

"It blooms every three thousand years, bears every three thousand years, and matures only after three thousand years. Only thirty fruits can be found in the shortest ten thousand years.

This ginseng fruit can live 360 ​​years old by smelling it, and eating one can live for 47,000 years."

Listening to Zhen Yuanzi's words, Tang Sanzang laughed, laughing wildly, making people laugh so hard that they couldn't help but want to hit someone.

"you"

Zhen Yuanzi became more and more puzzled. From beginning to end, Tang Sanzang asked himself some irrelevant questions, but he never gave him a positive answer.

At this moment, he even wanted to laugh a little, laughing at himself as being too stupid, and actually believed Tang Sanzang's nonsense.

I have been guarding my own ginseng fruit tree since I was born, and I have never had any mistakes in my memory, so how could it be fake?

This monk was messing around from beginning to end, and he was also crazy, so he believed his nonsense and suspected that the fruit was true or false.

Looking at Zhen Yuanzi's expression, Tang Sanzang smiled even more violently, and even smiled a little unrestrainedly.

"I dare to ask Zhenyuan Daxian, what are the five innate spiritual roots?"

Zhen Yuanzi, who already felt that Tang Sanzang was playing tricks on him, snorted coldly, and wanted to get angry, but she still wanted to see what the hell was sold in Tang Sanzang's gourd.

After a cold snorting, he replied, "The first spiritual root in the innate world is that hollow willow, there is no doubt about this.

Others such as ginseng fruit trees, peach mother roots, yellow plums, and ginkgo, although there are quite controversial, the four are actually not much different.

If you have to give a ranking, you should have the best yellow plum and the silver heart as the powder, and the ginseng fruit is similar to the peach."

Tang Sanzang nodded. He had no meaning to Zhen Yuanzi's evaluation.

only

"Zhenyuan Daxian also said that the difference between your ginseng fruit and the peach is as if it is.

Then I want to ask.

The Peach Spirit is basically a mother's root. It was obtained by the Queen Mother of the West, the lord of the female fairy in the West, and was later split into 3,600 for unknown reasons.

Among them, 1,200 plants bloom for thousands of years, bear fruit for thousands of years, and mature for thousands of years. Anyone who matures every three thousand years will become an immortal and become a fairy, and they will be healthy and light.

Another thousand two hundred plants bloom every two thousand years, bear fruit every two thousand years, and then mature every two thousand years, and those who mature every six thousand years will be ripe after eating the clouds and rise up and will live forever.

There are also 1,200 plants, bloom every three thousand years, bear every three thousand years, and mature only three thousand years. Anyone who is ripe every nine thousand years will eat it and live with the heaven and earth, and the sun and the moon will be the same as Geng."

Tang Sanzang had a stronger joking feeling on his face. He looked at Zhen Yuanzi and asked, "A peach tree has three thousand six hundred roots, and any one of them is taken out. The fruits produced are not inferior to your ginseng fruit.

There are more than thirty peach trees in their family.

So I am very curious, what is the ginseng fruit of Daxian, you, based on, that can be compared with the mother root of the peach that differentiates into a peach garden?"

Upon hearing this, Zhen Yuanzi changed color instantly.

This question has never been raised before.

Even for such an obvious problem, thousands of creatures in the three realms seem to have chosen to ignore it.

People in the world only have ginseng fruits and peaches, but now they can’t help but reflect on it after hearing what Tang Sanzang said.

The thirty fruits produced by a ginseng fruit in nine thousand years are not as effective as a ripe peach tree in the Peach Garden.

So how did his ginseng fruit be named after the Peach Mother Root?

"How is this happening? Why is this happening? Why is this happening??"

Listening to Tang Sanzang's questioning, Zhen Yuanzi couldn't help but ask in a low voice.

Yes, he lost his composure.

He could not give an answer to the question of Tang Sanzang.

Among the three realms, all qualified immortals and Buddhas know that their ginseng fruit trees are innate spiritual roots that are as famous as the mother roots of the peach.

But even the owner of the Peach Tree, he can't tell how his Peach Tree is as famous as the Peach Tree.

It’s like, without the cause, there is a result first.

There is no deduction, and the conclusion that the natural existence in heaven and earth is that the mother root of the peach and the ginseng fruit tree are both one of the five innate spiritual roots.

And no one in the three realms has ever doubted this recognized truth, nor has anyone ever questioned it.

It seems that there is an indescribable force that erases the suspicion in it, and that such a big bug is ignored by everyone.

So what exactly is the problem?

At this moment, Zhen Yuanzi was almost sure that something must have happened to his ginseng fruit tree.

And he himself never discovered this problem.

Even, this problem has not only occurred on him and the ginseng fruit trees.

There seems to be a more mysterious force that indirectly affects the entire Three Realms.

"Why? Why is this happening?"

Zhen Yuanzi flashed and appeared beside Tang Sanzang, grabbing Tang Sanzang's sleeve, as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"Tell me why this is happening?

What exactly is wrong with my ginseng fruit tree?”

Tang Sanzang took back the sleeve that was caught by Zhen Yuanzi, put one hand on the trunk of the ginseng fruit tree, and turned his head to look at Zhen Yuanzi.

"I asked another question, why did this world be born?"

Zhen Yuanzi frowned. Although he didn't know why Tang Sanzang asked such a question, he thought that Tang Sanzang also used some seemingly unrelated questions to make him understand that there was indeed something wrong with the ginseng fruit tree, and finally gave the answer.

"At first, chaos is like a chicken, Pangu was born, holding the divine axe of heaven, breaking through chaos, and turning into a flood"

Halfway through, Zhen Yuanzi stopped himself and looked at Tang Sanzang in disbelief.

Tang Sanzang grinned at Zhen Yuanzi, and smiled so that Zhen Yuanzi subconsciously took a step back.

"For the last question, please answer the Daxian seriously."

Tang Sanzang pulled his hand back from the ginseng fruit tree, looked at Zhen Yuanzi, stretched out a finger and asked word by word.

"Where is the last question Zhen Yuanzi?"

Plop!

Listening to Tang Sanzang’s five gentle words, Zhen Yuanzi seemed to have been drained of all his strength and fell to the ground.

"Zhen Yuanzi, I'm not Zhen Yuanzi?"

He raised his head and Zhen Yuanzi looked at Tang Sanzang, with Qi Yi in his eyes, as if he had grabbed the last straw, for fear that the last straw would lose its buoyancy.

However, the bright smile on Tang Sanzang's face was so cruel at this moment.

"Oh, I don't want to do this!"

Shaking his head and sighing, Tang Sanzang walked to Zhen Yuanzi, raised his hand, patted the other person's shoulder, and shook his head silently.

Stop, look up, and look at the sky.
To be continued...