Volume 3: The Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors Chapter 413: The Saint Gives Up the Fruit
The Six Saints and the immortals all praised Zhen Yuanzi. Even though he had a firm heart and was not moved by external things, he could not help but be happy and his eyebrows were slightly raised.
He solemnly dusted off his Taoist robe, flicked his whisk, slowly stood up, and bowed to the people around him: "I am deeply grateful to all Taoist friends for giving me a favor and gathering at Wuzhuang Temple to attend the Earthly Immortals' Meeting!"
After saying this, Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand, and a group of boys entered one after another, holding jade trays in their hands.
When the immortals saw this, their hearts were burning with excitement and their eyes became even more blazing.
"Since it is an Earthly Immortal Fruit Meeting, how can we be without spiritual fruits?" Zhen Yuanzi's tone was filled with a hint of pride.
"I'm sure you fellow Taoists have guessed it. That's right. The thing on this jade plate is the ginseng fruit produced by my companion spiritual root! These fruits are produced by the ancestral root. They bloom once the Sanyuanhui period, bear fruit once the Sanyuanhui period, and mature after another Sanyuanhui period. They can only be eaten after the short ten Yuanhui period!"
Upon hearing this, all the powerful people in the hall gasped. He was truly worthy of being a top-level innate spiritual root. Only thirty spiritual fruits in a million years?
It’s incredible!
Zhen Yuanzi added: "It's a pity that my spiritual fruit is not as good as the peaches from the Jade Pool. The ancestral root of Ten Yuan Club only produces thirty fruits."
There was a hint of sigh in his tone, which made all the powerful people stunned.
Such a spiritual root of heaven and earth is hard to find in the world. To be able to live with it is the envy of all the immortals.
Zhen Yuanzi is so good that he even feels disgusted!
But the fairies outside the temple did not think so. When they heard that the fruit would only produce thirty fruits for ten yuan, they were all moved but also depressed.
It is so precious and rare, how could it not be their turn?
Sure enough, Zhen Yuanzi's answer confirmed their thoughts.
"Because my fruit tree is really not doing well, the number of fruits is limited. It is impossible for all the immortals to taste them together, so they are only provided in the temple."
Upon hearing this, the Taoist in the hall nodded slightly with a smile on his face.
"but……"
Then, Zhen Yuanzi's gentle voice sounded again in the hall, attracting the attention of the immortals.
"Although my spiritual roots are not very good, I was inspired by the peaches in the Yaochi of West Kunlun. I spent countless efforts and cultivated a seedling tree with a secret method!"
The Taoist in the hall looked sideways when he heard the sound, and the immortals outside the hall pricked up their ears, and their lost hearts were filled with joy again.
Even the Six Saints were attracted by these words.
Each spiritual root has its own characteristics, and this is even more so for the ten innate spiritual roots. It is not so easy to differentiate into sub-strains. Do you really think that the ability of the Renshui Pantao to differentiate into thousands of sub-strains is so easy to copy!
Zhen Yuanzi did not keep the audience in suspense. He explained: "My tree only produces thirty fruits at a time, but its advantage is that the cycle is short. It blooms once every three thousand years, bears fruits once every three thousand years, and matures in another three thousand years. It will be edible in ten thousand years!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all the immortals inside and outside the hall gasped.
Can thirty innate spiritual fruits be produced in ten thousand years?
You call this a shorter cycle?
It's ridiculously short!
Who here hasn’t been in seclusion for tens of thousands of years?
It's just time to take a nap.
The three thousand peach trees of the Queen Mother of the West cannot match the yield of your peach tree.
One tree is worth three thousand!
Even if the effect produced by the sub-plants is not as good as that of the main tree, the number of them is there, and it is very convenient to use them to train disciples.
"No wonder Zhen Yuanzi was able to cultivate so many earth immortals!"
At this moment, countless Taoists were jealous.
That look was truly frightening, and Zhen Yuanzi was a little frightened. He had to speak again: "Of course, since it is a differentiated thing, the efficacy of the spiritual fruit produced is greatly reduced, and it also has the disadvantage of being incompatible with the five elements!"
The Taoists said nothing and just looked at Zhen Yuanzi calmly.
Zhen Yuanzi's face was bitter, and he said helplessly: "If you smell the fruit of the plant, you will only live 360 years; if you eat one, you will live 47,000 years."
After hearing this, the immortals in the outer hall were all disappointed. The effect was too poor and it was really not worthy of the name of innate.
The Taoists in the hall rolled their eyes.
Make it up! Keep making it up! The subtree of the innate spiritual root has only such a small effect. Do you think we should believe it?
Even Mingyu blinked and nearly spit out the tea in her mouth.
In order to dispel the rising suspicion of the Taoists, Zhen Yuanzi really took the risk.
Such nonsense just comes out of your mouth!
"Then how can it be feared by the five elements? "
Mingyu calmly gave Zhen Yuanzi a way out to prevent him from having to perform a one-man show.
Zhen Yuanzi replied, "This fruit will fall when it touches gold, wither when it touches wood, melt when it touches water, burn when it touches fire, and sink when it touches soil. You must use gold utensils to knock it down. After knocking it down, you must pad the plate with a silk handkerchief. If it is touched by some wooden utensils, it will wither, and even if you eat it, it will not extend your life. You must use porcelain utensils to eat it, and dissolve it in clean water before eating."
He looked calm as he described the properties of the ginseng fruit produced by the subtree.
Everyone listened carefully, and after a moment's thought, it really did make sense and did not sound like nonsense. It was natural that the innate spiritual fruit was more delicate and precious, so the credibility of the statement increased by 30%.
Without waiting for the immortals to think carefully, Zhen Yuanzi continued, "The spiritual fruit jade juice is ready, everyone please wait and enjoy it!"
He raised his hand, and a jade pot appeared on the table of the immortals outside the hall.
Upon hearing the order, the boys in the hall brought the jade plates to the powerful people in the hall, one plate for each table, first to the saints and then to the others.
The saint gets two on his plate, and the other Taoist gets one on his plate.
A Taoist priest came into contact with ginseng fruit for the first time. He saw that the fruit looked like a child under three days old, with all four limbs and five senses complete. He found it interesting and thought to himself that he had seen something new. It turned out that the fruit produced by the ten spiritual roots looked like this.
Mingyu stared at the pink and tender fruit on the plate that was curled up like a sleeping baby, and whispered to Minghe beside her: "Brother Zhenyuan has spent a lot of money this time. I have only eaten the earliest batches of fruit produced by this ancestral root twice."
Minghe took a bite of the fruit pulp, and the fragrance was refreshing and refreshing.
"Who said it wasn't? You ate it twice, and I only tried it once!"
It’s not that Zhen Yuanzi was too stingy before and hid the food from them.
It was because Hong Yun consumed too much when he stayed in Wuzhuang Temple, so Zhen Yuanzi himself didn't have much left.
At their level, eating too much is useless. If they only eat to satisfy their appetite, there is no need to waste it. It would be better to leave some collection items for Zhen Yuanzi.
Anyway, the fruit of the tree can be eaten whenever you want, just to quench your thirst.
Mingyu did not eat the fruit. Instead, he rolled up his sleeves and put it away, intending to use it to brew a pot of good wine.
Nuwa ate one and gave the rest to Lingzhuzi beside her.
Xuan Du followed beside Laozi and did not take up another seat, so naturally there was no one.
So Laozi smiled and gave him another fruit.
The other saints also only ate one.
Yuanshi Tianzun moved his fingers, and the remaining fruits on his plate appeared on the plate of another Taoist.
To all the great men, he was just an ordinary Taoist priest. If one had to describe his special features, it would be that his face looked a little strange.
"It seems to be Zixiaoke?"
Many people keep this Taoist in mind. It is not an easy task to obtain the fruit from a saint.
Randeng looked at the fruits that appeared out of thin air on the plate with excitement.
He looked towards Tianzun, who was still dignified and did not glance sideways.
Randeng , however, did not show any dissatisfaction. Instead, he bowed from afar to express his gratitude.
After this incident, Randang’s existence was remembered by all Taoists.
His figure has also appeared in the eyes of the saints.
Especially the Saint Zhunti , his gaze even lingered on him for a moment longer.
