When the master of the temple arrived, he found out that it was an eminent monk from the Tang Dynasty who was staying overnight. He invited the two of them to the backyard to rest and served them fragrant tea and meals.
After a while, I saw two young novice monks supporting an old monk who was about to rot in. He was very luxuriously dressed, with beautiful brocade robes, gold inlays and treasures. Even the crutch in his hand did not look like a common thing.
It's just that the wrinkles on the face are like thousand-year-old tree bark, with ravines and criss-crossing, and the two red and swollen eyes are like peaches.
The monks in the room all greeted each other, "Master is here!"
Tang San got up and saluted, and the old head of the courtyard said, "I heard from you guys that an elder from the Tang Dynasty has arrived, and I'm here to pay him a visit."
"Don't dare!"
"Elder, how far is it from Dongtu to here?"
Tang San made a calculation and said: "It's more than five thousand miles from the border of Chang'an, passing Liangjie Mountain, passing through the Xifan Hajie Kingdom for more than two months, and then we have to travel five to six thousand miles to reach your place."
"That's thousands of miles away. We ordinary people have wasted our lives and haven't even gone out of the mountain gate a few times. It can be said that we are sitting in a well and looking at the sky."
The master of the old home asked the two boys to offer tea again, and soon a mutton-fat jade tea tray, an enamel-inlaid gold tea cup were placed on the table, and three cups of hot tea were poured into the white copper kettle. The aroma of the tea was fragrant.
Damn it, what kind of family?
The monks here are all crooked. How can they make money by chanting sutras?
Enjoy it, you old guy!
After taking a sip, my mouth was full of saliva and my mouth was fragrant. I couldn't help but praise: "Good tea! Good tea! Good tea dishes!"
The master of the old courtyard said: "The elder is a member of the Celestial Empire and has a wide range of rare treasures. How can such common things be considered worthy of praise?"
"The elder comes from a higher country. Do you have any treasures that I can take a look at?"
Here he comes!
Tang Sanzian shook his head and said with a smile: "There are no treasures in the Eastern Tang Dynasty. Even if there are any, they can't be taken along this way!"
He said and glanced at the torturer.
Sure enough, the monkey said unconvinced: "Master, that day I saw a cassock in the bag. Isn't it considered a treasure?"
Tsk, the cooperation was so good, Tang San was very pleased!
Everyone burst out laughing after hearing his words. Sun Xingzhe asked unconvinced, "What's so funny?"
One of the monks said: "Who among us Buddhists doesn't have a few cassocks?"
"For example, my ancestor has been a monk for two hundred and fifty-six years, so he must have seven to eight hundred cassocks!"
These monks got showy and asked people to bring in cabinets. As expected, they were filled with all kinds of cassocks decorated with gold and embroidery.
But Hou'er couldn't stand it. He thought he was expelled from Lingtai Fangcun Mountain for showing off his magic, but this time he was really unconvinced.
I took out the brocade cassock from the bag and saw that the room under the dim oil lamp was illuminated by brilliance.
The gems and orbs inlaid on it were extraordinary, making everyone dumbfounded and unable to move their eyes away, with a strong look of greed in their eyes.
A long while. The old master burst into tears and burst into tears. The torturer asked curiously, "What are you doing out of nowhere? You just scared me!"
"I have never seen a treasure like this before. I want to take a closer look, but it's getting late and I can't see it clearly. Isn't it distressing?"
"Then hold a lamp and take a closer look!"
Monkey was very proud and said thoughtfully.
The old master continued: "Elder, this precious cassock is so eye-catching even if you don't hold a lamp. If you hold a lamp, it will be even harder to see clearly."
"How are you doing?"
"If the elder is relieved, why not let the disciple take it back to the house and watch it overnight, and then return it tomorrow. How do you respect me?"
Tang San's burial was all handled by Sun Xingzhe, who only drank tea.
Anyway, in order to have this experience, it would be good to give Monkey a little appearance.
Of course, in his mind, this spicy chicken cassock was dispensable, and it was not as good as his fiery white robe.
If it’s lost, it’s lost!
Sure enough, after hearing a few words of flattery, Sun Xingzhe made a big deal and agreed to let the old monk watch for one night.
The old monk happily held his cassock, ordered people to arrange the accommodation for the master and the disciple, and went back to his room.
Tang San said: "Wukong, as my master, go swallow seashells to practice. You can stay out tonight!"
"Yes, Master!"
Tang Sanfeng didn't take it seriously at all, and immediately went back to swallowing sea shells to practice, leaving the rest to him.
But when the old monk returned to his room, he caressed his cassock and felt sad at the same time. A group of monks asked: "Ancestor has already borrowed his cassock, why is he still so sad?"
"It's pity that I have lived for more than two hundred years in vain. Not to mention that I have seen such a treasure, I have never even dared to think about it. But I also think that this treasure will go away with the Tang Dynasty monk tomorrow. How can I not be sad?"
A monk advised: "Then let's keep him for ten or a hundred days, and then let him go after the ancestor has seen enough. Wouldn't it be simple?"
"Even if I keep him for half a year and then leave in the end, what difference does it make? If I can have such a cassock, I can close my eyes even if I die. I came to the world to be a monk in vain!"
All the monks looked at each other!
At this time, a monk said: "How about we kill them while they are sleeping, bury them in the backyard, seize the package, and use this cassock as a treasure passed down to the temple?"
"No, that Thunder Lord is not easy to get along with at first glance. If you ask me, why don't I pile up firewood in the woodshed while they are sleeping, and set fire to the three meditation halls."
"In this way, even if someone asks, it can be said that they accidentally caused the fire and candles to burn down our meditation hall, and they can hide it from others."
Another monk came up with a plan, and everyone applauded, so he woke up all the monks in the temple. More than two hundred people, large and small, worked all night to carry firewood and seal the inside and outside of the meditation hall.
Wukong, who was practicing, heard footsteps in the courtyard, listened carefully, and was furious.
Good guy, no one who has suffered from cerebral thrombosis for decades would not be able to come up with such a smart solution.
Do you think the firewood in your Guanyin Yuan is the six-ding sacred fire in Laojun's furnace?
As expected, none of the monks are good at anything!
Ah...Master, I'm not talking about you!
Sun Xingzhe shrank his neck. He wanted to rush out and start a killing spree, but then he remembered that Tang San's burial was often about keeping a low profile, so he endured it.
Looking at the courtyard, he sneered, "Don't you like to set off fires? I happened to hear Master say that I missed the fireworks display in Chang'an City on Yuan Dynasty. It just so happened that I came to enjoy some fireworks tonight."
Master's cultivation cannot be exposed, but this is what he has planned for now!
Sun Xingzhe made a somersault and headed straight to the Nantian Gate. The generals in the heavens were shocked when they saw him coming, "Oh no, the master who caused trouble in the heavens is here again!"
"Hurry up and call the court steward!"
Sun Xingzhe spreads his hands, there is no need...
"What are you doing? My old Sun Te has come to see King Guangmu for something!"
"Hey, didn't I hear that you went to the West to obtain Buddhist scriptures with the Tang Dynasty monk? Why do you have time to come here to find me today?"
King Guangmu asked after hearing this.
"Don't reminisce about old times now. My master met some gangsters on the road and set him on fire. I came here to lend you a fire shield. You can use it and return home!"
King Guangmu asked curiously: "Are you not mistaken? It's not floods that set fires. Why do we need to put up a fire cover?"
"Tsk, Guangmu, you talk a lot of nonsense. Wouldn't it be easier for the bad guy to put out the fire with water?"
"You see, although my old grandson worships Buddha, do I have the heart of a Bodhisattva?"
Guangmu feels numb in his heart, if you, this troublemaker, had the heart of a Bodhisattva, I, Guangmu, would have become a Buddha long ago.
"I just want to protect my master and let them get burned. Hurry up, don't delay my important event!"
King Guangmu refused to borrow it, so he took out the fire shield and gave it to him with a sad face, and warned: "Remember to return it to me after you use it, I don't have many magic weapons."
"Brothers, I'll come back as soon as I go. Let's catch up on old times when it's over!"
The monkey slapped his butt and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
The mouth corners of the Nantianmen generals could not help but twitch.
