"Leave someone on the pot."

When the disciples of Wuzhuang Temple were about to throw Jin Chanzi into the oil wok, Guanyin had to appear and speak.

Seeing the person coming, Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand and asked many disciples to carry Jin Chanzi away.

"Buddha, please save me."

Jin Chanzi was so scared that he started crying as he stepped into the gate of hell.

"Avalokitesvara, what brings you here?"

Zhen Yuanzi ignored Jin Chanzi's crying and looked at Guanyin with cold words.

Under normal circumstances, he might have been more polite, but now, he was in a very bad mood and had completely changed his opinion of Buddhism.

"Great Immortal Zhenyuan, why did you kill Jin Chanzi?" asked Guanyin.

"You're asking even though you know the answer." Zhen Yuanzi snorted coldly, "Master Jin Chanzi and his four disciples stole my ginseng fruit and destroyed my ginseng fruit tree. They refused to repent and even tried to escape. Why do you think I killed them, Bodhisattva?"

"this……"

Guanyin was speechless for a moment.

"I'll help you save the ginseng fruit tree, and please spare Master Jin Chanzi and his apprentice. Is that okay?"

"Oh."

Zhen Yuanzi chuckled. What Fellow Daoist Han said was indeed correct. Guanyin did have the means to save the ginseng fruit tree. Everything was within the calculations of Buddhism.

"I dare not trouble the Bodhisattva Guanyin for help. I have already asked someone to heal the ginseng fruit tree."

Guanyin was stunned and looked towards the Wuzhuang Temple Fairy Orchard.

The ginseng fruit tree was indeed still in the fairy fruit garden, filled with mist and overwhelming spiritual energy.

"How is it possible? Who can heal the ginseng fruit tree?" Guanyin asked in a panic.

Things seem to be out of control.

Buddhism and Heaven have an agreement that Heaven will not take action. The people in the underworld have no means to revive the ginseng fruit tree, and the demons are even less likely to do so. She couldn't think of anyone among Zhen Yuanzi's acquaintances who had the means to save the ginseng fruit tree.

"You can't imagine it, right? I can't imagine it either."

When Zhen Yuanzi saw Guanyin lose her composure, he was almost certain what Han Daoren said, that this was a trap for him.

Thinking of this, a surge of anger rose in his heart.

"Great Master Guanyin, now is the time for me to settle accounts with Master Jin Chanzi and his disciples. This is the karma between them and me. Please don't disturb me." Zhen Yuanzi waved his hand, grabbed Jin Chanzi's disciple, and carried him towards the wok again.

"stop."

Guanyin overturned the oil pan, grabbed Jin Chanzi in the air and pulled him to her side.

"Okay, okay, I'm waiting for you."

The anger that Zhen Yuanzi had been suppressing suddenly erupted.