As soon as the two arrived, the long-invisible ginseng fruit tree immediately appeared, and the old Taoist pointed to the ginseng fruit tree with his eyes, and said proudly: "Haron Holy Buddha, what do you think?"

The monk glanced at it a few times, and a look of disdain suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Daoist Xuanqing, are you deceiving me that I haven't seen the world?"

Lao Dao was taken aback: "Could it be that the Holy Buddha still can't look down on it?"

"Isn't it a joke that these few green fruits still want to exchange for my treasure?" the monk sneered.

"Oh," Lao Dao laughed, "Holy Buddha, haven't you seen the ripe fruit?" He pointed to the tree with his eyes again, but he was suddenly stunned - but he saw that the three ripe ginseng fruits on the tree were gone!

Now he panicked, he hurriedly fixed his eyes, and looked again-really, the trees were just green fruits!

"What's going on? Who has the guts to let people eat it?"

Amid the monk's ridicule, the two fell from the clouds and descended to an open place in the Taoist temple. The little Taoist priests who were busy suddenly panicked and avoided from afar, and only a few Taoist priests who were in charge of affairs respectfully stepped forward to greet him: "Welcome Master!"

Lao Dao was full of anger: "Where did the three fruits go?"

These Taoist priests immediately shook their heads, with a look of horror: "I don't know, the disciples have never seen the ginseng fruit tree, and this tree has always been guarded by the forty-seven junior disciples who are responsible for fertilization." ”

"Call him here!" roared the old man.

These Taoist priests hurriedly ran away.

In the blink of an eye, they brought the disheveled forty-seventh disciple.

"Master......" The forty-seventh disciple looked frightened.

"You!" Lao Dao glared: "Say, where did those three fruits go?"

The forty-seventh disciple immediately knelt down and kowtowed: "Master, the disciple doesn't know!"

"What!" Lao Dao was even more annoyed: "It's you who take care of the ginseng fruit tree, and you dare to say that you don't know!"

"Master, the apprentice knows that there are three fruits missing, but why there is so little, the apprentice really doesn't know!" said and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"What do I want you for!" Lao Dao grabbed the forty-seventh disciple's heavenly spirit and searched for souls vigorously. It seems that the forty-seventh disciple is not his apprentice at all!

Due to the excessive force, this forty-seventh disciple was killed instantly! But Lao Dao did not find any useful memories.

"You all come here!" roared the old man.

Frightened, the little Taoist priests who were far away gathered one after another - who dared not come!

More than 200 large and small Taoist priests suddenly gathered in the courtyard, and they looked at the forty-seventh disciple who had died in horror.

Lao Dao's face was gloomy, and his eyes shot out of a knife-like gaze: "Say, where did those three ginseng fruits go?"

The little Taoist priests shook their heads one after another: "Master, I don't know ......"

"How dare you say you don't know!" Lao Dao was so angry that he stretched out his hand to search for souls one by one! Suddenly screaming again and again, all the disciples were injured and killed.

The black-faced monk looked impatient, and he made a chord to the old man: "Xuanqing Dao Chief, you clean up your portal, the poor monk has gone!"

"Master don't worry," Lao Dao hurriedly retained: "It'll be over in a while!" Saying that, Lao Dao increased the intensity and speed of soul searching, and the screams suddenly became more poignant.

The monk smiled: "No, come to me when you're done." As he spoke, he took off into the air, but before he flew very high, he was blocked by the Great Guardian Array: "Hmm? Old Dao, do you still want to trap the poor monk?"

A smile appeared on Lao Dao's face: "How can it-" A mantra was immediately recited in his mouth, and the Great Guardian Array suddenly opened its exit, and the monk flew out: "There will be a period later!"

Lao Dao continued to search for souls, and the intensity became more and more ruthless, and the number of his disciples who died tragically reached five or six out of ten! But after searching around, he only got the memories of the dozen or so disciples who were fat that day, and at most found in the minds of one disciple the traces of the six-eared macaque trying to unlock the memory seal at that time.

"Someone is trying to break the seal?" a sneer appeared on the corner of Lao Dao's mouth: "The technique is not low! That's right! It can be seen from this that someone must have come in and stole the ginseng fruit! But who will break my protective array? And it is so that there is no trace! So that so many disciples do not notice it at all!"

Lao Dao couldn't help but gasp: "Who is this master? Come to my Qingkeguan, is it just to get a few ginseng fruits, or do you have other intentions?"

In the memory of the little Taoist, the ginseng fruit tree is still intact to this day...... Lao Dao was even more frightened: "Could it be that he has something else...... But I wonder if he's still here?"

After thinking about it, Lao Dao finally gritted his teeth: "No matter who he is, there is my protection array, and there are ginseng fruit trees, I am still afraid that he will not succeed!"

Lao Dao threw down the disciples who were lying on the ground* and walked towards the six-eared macaque's room with a sinister smile. As for the information about the six-eared macaque, of course, he got it through soul searching.

Lao Dao came to the courtyard of the six-eared macaque, and after hesitating for a while, he waved his hand and fell into layers of prohibitions near here. Then, with a mantra in his mouth, he entered the six-eared macaque's room.

Suddenly, a huge coercion approached the six-eared macaque's whole body, and the six-eared macaque gasped - his level was actually much higher than his own! But there was no way, the door had been sealed by the old road, and he had no way to retreat, so he could only face the battle head-on!

"This fellow Daoist, please come out!" Old Dao laughed, he was the opposite of Zhang Ming, after entering the house, he didn't feel any coercion, so he concluded that the level of the monks in the house should be lower than himself, unless he had extremely strong mana for concealment cultivation, but such a situation was very rare. In this way, Lao Dao let go of most of his heart, and he became bold.

Now for the six-eared macaque, the best way is to "hide", hiding for a while, and hiding for a while is the best. So he made his body very small, smaller than the tip of a needle, and quietly hid in the corner, motionless.

"This fellow Daoist, still refusing to come out?" Old Dao's laughter turned into a cruel smile, and there were words in his mouth, and he instantly laid a net of prohibitions in the house. Although the six-eared macaque has become very small and the location is very remote, it cannot escape this prohibition, and Lao Dao also faintly sensed the location of the six-eared macaque through the prohibition.

"This fellow Daoist, what are you hiding?" the old Dao's smirk became heavier, and he waved his hand to smash more inhibitions towards the six-eared macaque. The surroundings of the six-eared macaque were suddenly covered with thick prohibitions on the inside and outside of the three layers, even if they were the top masters in terms of prohibition, it was difficult to solve them!

But the six-eared macaque was not in a hurry at all, because the old Tao urged the forbidden mantra, the six-eared macaque had already heard it in his ears and remembered it in his heart! He pretended to be bound at this time, that is, to give the old way a fatal blow when he didn't care the most, so as to complete the reversal of defeating the strong with the weak!