A few days later, in the early morning.

The gate of Wuzhuang Temple opened again.

"Qing... Oh, no, Wukong!"

"Go and find the Four Direction Immortals to see if they can revive my Ginseng Fruit Tree."

"If it can be revived, I will hold a Ginseng Fruit Gathering and give each immortal a fruit."

"At that time, when they eat..."

At this point, Zhenyuanzi revealed a sinister smile.

"Yes, Master, disciple understands!"

Sun Wukong bowed to Zhenyuanzi and flew away on a cloud.

"Ah, the Western Heaven and the Heavenly Court, their power is too great."

"Only by doing this can we infiltrate and leave a mark for our Earth Immortal Lineage."

After speaking, Zhenyuanzi waved his dust whisk and turned to go inside.

The gate of Wuzhuang Temple slowly closed, waiting for the next visitor to arrive.