Journey to the West - Chapter 24 Part 2

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Details are in the descriptions. Thank you. Journey to the West, an audio drama series. Chapter 24 Part 2 We speak of the two Taoist youths eating Rinson fruit in their room. Alas, the unexpected really did happen. That room of theirs was only one wall away from the kitchen. All their whispering on their sigh was instantly heard on the other.

Bazia just then was preparing a meal in the kitchen when he overheard them talk about bringing a golden mallet and pellet tray. He kept the matter on his mind. Later, as they ate the fruit in their room, he heard the youths talk about how the tongue monk could not recognize the Renshan fruit and had eaten the fruit themselves instead.

His mouth couldn't help but salivate as he said. How could I find one to try for myself? But his own body was rather clumsy and unable to reach the fruit, so he had to wait for Saint Joe to come around and plot with him. Standing before the stove, his mind was barely focused on lighting the fire.

Instead, he kept sticking his head out from time to time to look around. Soon enough, Sinjo arrived with the horse before tying it to a scholar tree and heading to the back. The fool waved frantically and said. Come here, come over here. Sinjo turned around and came before the kitchen doors, asking fool, what are you yelling about?

I'm assuming there isn't enough food to eat. Let's feed the old monk first, then we can beg for something to eat in a big household on the road ahead. Bazia said Come inside. It has nothing to do with the lack of food. There is a treasure in the Daoist Temple. Are you aware of that? Singto asked. What treasure?

Bazia laughed and said If I told you, you would not have seen it. If I show it to you, you would not recognize it. Singto retorted. You fool are trying to make fun of Eldersson 500 years ago, when Elder Son was searching for the immortal way, I traveled to the edges of the world. What have I not seen? Bhaji asked.

Oh, Big Brother, have you ever seen the Renshan fruit? Sinjar said in astonishment. That I have really not seen, but I've often heard people talk about it. The Renshan fruit is the grass pellet of reversion. If someone ate it, it will greatly lengthen their life. Where can you find it now? Bhaji answered.

They've got it right here. The youths took two for Master to eat, but the old monk did not recognize it, calling them babies barely three days old, so he dare not eat them. Those youths were truly lazy and negligent. If Master were not eat it, they should have offered them to us. Instead they kept them from us and each gobbled one themselves in the neighboring room. I was so anxious, my mouth was running watery. How can we find wine to try for ourselves? I figure you're quite the agile type. How about you go inside your garden and sneak a couple out for a try?

Zinta said. That's easy, If Eldersun decides to do it, it will get done. He quickly left and headed out. Maziar grabbed him and said. Oh Big Brother, I heard them say in the other room about hitting them with some golden mallet. You've got to do a neat job and not let anyone know about it, Zinta said. I know, I know.

And so the Great Sage used the trick of invisibility and slipped into the Daoist's room. The two Daoist youths finished their fruit and headed back to the hall to chat with Tom Monk so they were not around. Xinja looked in every direction for the golden mallet. What he saw was a long stick of red gold hanging on the window lattice.

It was about too too long and thick as a finger. On its lower end was a garlic shaped knob and on the upper end there was a tiny hole through which tied a thread made of green wool. He said to himself, this must be the mallet they were referring to. He then took it off and left the room, heading straight to the back. Before opening the two swinging doors he looked up. Ah, it was a garden.

What he saw was a place so gloriously built. Flowers vied for beauty with the bright sun and bamboo with the blue skies. By the pavilion there were willows and before a platform Pines, red where the pomegranate and green the orchid. By the wells and by the steps. Trees glow like brocade, with colors and with aroma Blossoms thrived. Every location was named after a flower, as endless patches of trees fill your sight.

Cranes and deer were kept in houses, holes and fountains, starting the scene. No matter the season, something bloomed with vigor, for this was one immortal sight, the best bouquet of the West. Sindo had barely taken everything in before finding another set of doors. He opened them and inside was a vegetable garden which was planted with vegetables of all Four Seasons.

You had everything ranging from spinach, celery, ginger, scallion and garlic to coriander, lettuce, eggplant and turnips. Sindo laughed and said he's one self-sufficient Taoist. Walking past the vegetable garden, he found another door. He pushed it open. Whoa. What he saw was a tall tree at the center with lush green branches and thick shades.

Its leaves resemble that of a banana plant, and its height reached straight up for almost 1000 SH. Its roots measured about 7:00 or 8:00, tongue in circumference. Sinja leaned on the tree and looked up. On the South pointing branch, a renshung fruit poked out. It really did look like a baby. A padunco, or stalk, stem from its bottom. Look at this thing, hanging from the tip of the branch, flinging its limbs and waving its head.

When wind passed by, you could almost hear a voice. Zinja was beyond delighted, secretly praising a fine thing. A rarity indeed. A rarity indeed. Leaning on the tree, he slipped upward with a whoosh. That monkey, as it turned out, was the best at climbing trees to steal fruit. With a knock of the golden mallet, the fruit quickly dropped down, and so he jumped off to search for it, but it disappeared without a sound.

He went looking for it in the grass. Banana trace could be found. Cinta said, curious. Curious. I assume it ran with its legs, but even if it could run, it could not possibly have jumped over the walls. I know it must be the Tulare of soil of this garden who won't allow Eldersson to steal their fruit. So he snatched it away and so he recited a spell and with the right gesture seized the Tulare of soil of the garden over to his side.

Bowing to Xinjua, the Tulare asked, Great Sage, what are your orders for this humble little deity? Xinjua said. Don't you know that Eldersun is 1 famous thief known across the realms? When I stole Divine Peaches, Imperial wine, and Magic Palace, no one would even dare ask me to share. How is it that today, when I am only stealing one fruit from them, you have already taken Commission from me?

The fruit grows on a tree. Even a bird flying by should get his fair share. Elder son is only taking one. What is so harmful about that? How come I just barely knocked one off and you have already snatched it away? The Tulare of Soil explained. Great Sage is wrong to blame this humble deity. This treasure belongs to the earthly immortals. This humble deity is only a ghostly immortal. How would I dare take it?

I'm not even fortunate enough to smell it. Sinjar asked. If you didn't take it, why did it disappear after I knocked it off? The Tulare of Soil explained. The great Sage seems to only know that this treasure extends one's longevity, but not its origins. Sinjar asked. What about its origins? The Tulare of soil answered This treasure takes 3000 years to blossom, bears fruit 3000 years later, and those fruit would take another 3000 years to ripen. It takes a total of 10,000 years for there to be 30 pieces of fruit.

Those who are fortunate enough to smell it live up to 360 years. If they ate one, they'll live to be 47,000 years. The only flaw is that it is vulnerable to the five faces, Cinta asked. How is it vulnerable to the five faces? The Tulare of soil explained. This. Fruit falls when touched by gold, Withers when touched by wood, dissolves when touched by water, charged when touched by fire, and assimilates when touched by earth.

When you knock it, you have to use a tool made with gold in order for it to come off. Once it drops, you have to collect it in a tray covered with silk handkerchiefs. If it touches a wooden utensil, it will wither and does nothing to extend your life even if you ate it. Porcelain must be used when you consume it.

Eat it after you dissolve it in water. If it touches fire, then it will char and become useless. As for assimilating, when touched by earth, the Gray sage knocked it onto the ground just now, so it immediately duck into the soil. This layer of earth is 47,000 years old. Even if you drove it with a steel drill, you will not be able to break it even a little bit. It is sturdier than raw iron by a large fraction. That's why when one eats the fruit, they will enjoy a long life.

If you don't believe me, Gray Sage, you could give this ground a few strikes. Xinja then quickly wielded his golden hooked rod and brought it down. With a loud bang, the rod came bouncing back up, but not the slightest of trace was found on the earth. Xingo exclaimed. Indeed, indeed. The sword of mine can hit a rock and smash it to pieces.

Even if it bumps against raw iron, it will still leave a mark. How is it possible that no damage was left after that one hit? If that's the case, I really did wrong. You, you can return now. The Tulare of Soil thereby returned to his home temple. The Great Sage though had plans in mind. He climbed back on the tree with one hand wielding the mallet, the other pulled up the front of his broquet shirt to make a ready pouch.

After parting branches and leaves he knocked off 3 fruits and collected them in the pouch. He then jumped off the tree and came straight back into the kitchen. Bazia laughed and asked. Big Brother have you got it? Singja said. Aren't these what you are looking for? Elders soon will get it done once I set out to do it. This fruit should not be kept from Shawmunk, you can call him over.

Bajje then waved and said. Wujing come over here. Shamanc then dropped the luggage and ran into the kitchen, asking Big Brothers, what are you calling me for? Xinta opened his pouch and said. Brother, do you recognize what this is? Shamanc saw them and said. This is Rinchen fruit. Xinta said. Impressive, turns out you know what it is.

Where have you eaten at before? Shamanc explained. Your young brother never ate it, but in the days when I served as the great curtain raising general, I escorted the imperial carriages to attend the Feast of Divine Peaches. I once saw various immortals from beyond the seas present this fruit to the Queen Mother as a birthday gift.

I did see them, but never tried one. Big Brother, could you let me have a taste of it? Sinda said. That goes without saying. We brothers will each have one for ourselves. The three of them then each took a fruit to enjoy for themselves, but it had a huge appetite to go along with his largemouth. Even when he was just eavesdropping on the youth's eating, the gluttony was already nagging him from the inside.

When he finally saw the fruit, he grabbed it, opened up his mouth, and swallowed it in one goat. Afterwards, he could only roll his eyes and shamelessly ask Xinju and Sha Monk. What are you 2 eating? Sha monk answered lunch and fruit. Bazya asked. What does it taste like? Cinta said. Would you pay no attention to him? You ate it fast, why are you asking us about it? Bazya said.

Big Brother, I ate it in a bit of a hurry, unlike you 2 who are taking your time chewing and savouring its taste. I swallowed it without knowing if he even had a pit or not. Oh, Big Brother, whether it's for me or for the matter itself, the gluttonous bug is already moving. Do get another one so old boy can eat in more carefully.

Singja said. Brother, how very insatiable you are. This thing is not like those made with rice or flour, which you can eat until you're full. They only end up with 30 fruit every 10,000 years. Eating just one is the result of great blessing and not to be taken lightly. Forget about it, will you?

This is enough. He then leaned over and threw the golden mallet back into the Taoist room through a hole on the window, without paying further attention to Baziere. The foe only kept on muttering his grievances, not knowing that the two Taoist youths have come back into the room again to bring tea to the guests. What they could hear was Baziere complaining. I didn't enjoy their enchant fruit to the fullest. It will be better if I can eat another one. Singfeng heard this and grew suspicious, asking Ming Ye, did you hear that long snout monk talk about wanting another ancient fruit?

Master instructed us before he left that we must beware the guest's underlings becoming rowdy, Could it be that he stole our treasure? Ming Ye turned around and said. Oh Big Brother, this is terrible, absolutely terrible, Why does the golden mallet on the floor? Let's head to the garden and have a look.

The pair hurriedly headed out and found the garden wide open. Xinfeng said, I was the one who shut the doors. Why does it open? They quickly made it through the garden and found the door to the vegetable fields also open. Hurrying into the Renchen garden, they leaned against the tree and looked up to count back and forth.

They counted only 22 fruit. Mingyu asked. Can you make sense of the number? Qingfeng answered. I sure can tell me what you think. Mingyu explained. We started with 30 fruit. When Master opened up the garden, we shared 2 fruits between all of us, so there were 28 left. Just now we collected 2 to give to the Tongue Monk, so there were 26 left.

Now there are only 22. So we're missing 4 pieces of fruit, aren't we? No need to say more, no need to say more. That evil bunch must have stolen them. Let's go and curse out the Tongue Monk about it. The two left the garden doors and came straight to the hall, pointing at the tongue monk. They filled their sentences with derogatory words like bored and dumped endless insults about how they were thieves with rings of a rat and how they smelled terrible.

It was a load of angry rats. The tongue monk couldn't take it and said Immortal use, What are you so mad about? Please calm down, if you have something to say, do take your time to tell me. Just don't spell such nonsense. Xingfeng retorted. Are you deaf or are we speaking in dialect? Why are you even asking?

You stole the Renshan fruit, are you suggesting that we're not allowed to talk about it? The tongue monk asked. What does Renshan fruit look like? Mingua said. We just brought them over for you to eat. It's those things you said that resemble children, don't you remember? The tongue monk exclaimed. Namo Amita, whenever I see that thing, I become fear stricken. Why would I even steal it for a treat? Even when I'm starving, I will not commit the act of a thief, Please do not blame me for the wrong reason, Xinfeng said. You may not have eaten any, but those under you might have stolen it, San Zin said.

You're right, please stop yelling and let me ask them about it. If they indeed stole it, I will have them pay you back. Ming He said. Pay us back, even if you have the money, where are you going to buy it back? San Zin said, So even if we have the money, we cannot buy it back. As the saying goes, kindness is worth 1000 pieces of gold.

I will have them apologize to you, and that will be the end of it, but we do not know if it's really them. Mingoa said. How could it not be them? They couldn't even come to an agreement and were still complaining about it. San Zhang then called Disciples, all of you, please come over. Shah Monk heard and said This is terrible, we've been exposed, the old master is calling us over, and the little Daoist boys will give us a bunch of insults.

What else could it be other than what we just did? Singda said. How embarrassing to death this is only a matter of food and drink. If we confess, we be called petty thieves of the mouth. Just don't admit it. Bazi agreed. That's right, that's right, let's just all cover it up. The three had no choice but leave the kitchen and walk into the hall. We do not know how they will deny what they did. Please wait until the next chapter Journey. To the West and Audio Drama series is an independent production by The 5th Monkey.

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