Back at Guanyinyuan, the torturer stood on top of the clouds and threw away the fire shield, and a barrier wrapped around the Zen room where they stayed.
At this time, the monks in the temple had started to set fires from all around, and the fire was getting high in an instant. Sun Xingzhe pinched it, and used the wind from the Xun position to blow towards the flames.
A strong wind suddenly blew up, causing the flames to fly around and burn towards the surrounding buildings.
In the blink of an eye, black smoke billows, flames rise, and the fire spreads wider and wider with the wind. The crackling of firewood is heard like a New Year firecracker. Sun Xingzhe can't help but rejoice in the distance.
"What fireworks, what fireworks! My grandson also watched a lantern show for the last year of his life!"
The monks in the temple were shocked to see that not even a single spark came out of the Zen hall they wanted to burn, but their own Zen room and the surrounding Buddhist halls burned.
Immediately we cried for father and mother, grabbed pots and bowls, and looked for water everywhere. But how could the water put out such a fire? When the wind turned, even the monk's robes and eyebrows were burnt to death.
The entire Guanyin Temple was a sea of fire, dyeing half of the sky red at night, but it woke up a mountain demon twenty miles south.
The monster was sleeping soundly, but the flames penetrated the sky. He thought it was dawn, but when he got up, he discovered that there was a fire in the north.
"Hey, these monks from Guanyin Yuan accidentally caused such a big fire. I have an old relationship with the old monk, but I can't stand by and watch. I'll go and help!"
I have to say that most monsters in this world are quite enlightened. Unlike in the past, they would pull out magic weapons when they disagreed, knock them over first, and then decide whether to kill people or seize treasures.
This demon appeared in the clouds in an instant, and saw the monks in the temple crying and running around. The old monk's meditation room was not on fire, but there was a faint glow in the night.
There’s a baby!
The goblin's heart skipped a beat. He looked around and saw that no one noticed him. Then he walked into the house and saw a bundle on the table. Inside was a cassock, a rare Buddhist treasure.
He stuffed it into his arms and turned around to leave. Good guy, he didn't even bother to save the fire, he just headed east.
I feel a little enlightened, but not much...
Really taking advantage of the situation!
The fire burned until dawn, and the brightness of the morning star gradually subsided. The monks were crying and picking up the remnants, building shacks, setting up pots and stoves, and making a mess.
Sun Xingzhe took away the fire shield and returned to Nantianmen, so that he could borrow it easily and return it, and it would not be difficult to borrow it again. He still understands this human nature.
Of course, if the level of the magic weapon exceeds that of the day after tomorrow, then it will be three pomeloes!
Guangmu put the magic weapon away, patted his chest and said, "The Great Sage really trusts people. I was worried that you would not return my treasure and I would have nowhere to look for it, so you sent it here."
The corner of Sun Xingzhe's mouth twitched, "As for that treasure, you Guangmu only care about it, do I look like a rag collector?"
The Dragon King of the East China Sea shook his head after hearing this, ah, yes, yes... everything you said is right!
Guangmu put on an attentive smile and said, "Now that things are over, the Great Sage might as well go to the office and sit down, and we two brothers can catch up on old times!"
After all, he and Monkey are now members of the Buddhist system. When the four heavenly kings were enthroned as gods, they were named assistants of Western scriptures.
Although the place of work was in Heaven, the Jade Emperor obviously couldn't trust these four people and sent them to see the gate. They were the ones who had a worse time in Heaven.
"Hey, no..."
Sun Xingzhe patted Guangmu Tianwang like a subordinate, and said earnestly: "Now I, Sun, can be considered a well-organized person. Unlike you, I am very busy with official duties!"
The gods will be stunned when they hear this. Are you polite?
We are just temporary immortals, we are so idle every day that we pick our feet and get paid for it?
Sun Xingzhe sang a big promise to everyone, "Everyone, I'm going to work first, and I'll come back for a cup of tea when I have time!"
A slap on the butt and blink again!
The stone is hammered, She Niu Monkey!
Returning to Guanyin Temple, I stepped into Tunhaibei and saw that Tang Sanzong had just finished washing. Sun Xingzhe told what happened last night. Tang Sanzong praised: "Not bad, he handled it very smartly!"
Hearing the praise from the leader and master, Monkey was delighted and suddenly felt that the night's hard work was worth it!
The kind words warmed Sanchun. Tang Sanzhen looked at the happy Sun Xingzhe and seemed to have touched this guy's temper.
"Come on, let's go out and take a look!"
Even if he had known about the fire outside, Tang San was also shocked. The quiet ancient temple yesterday was now miserable.
Suddenly Sun Xingzhe slapped his thigh and said, "Oh, let's go and get the cassock back quickly. I specially left the old monk's meditation room unburned last night. It should be okay."
Tang San buried the swallowed seashells, and the torturer walked towards the old monk's residence with his burden on his back.
Those monks were grieving when they suddenly saw the two people appear, and they were horrified. "Oh, the unjust souls are here to claim their lives!"
Sun Xingzhe shouted loudly, "What an injustice! Return grandpa's treasure quickly, or everyone will be beaten up!"
All the monks kowtowed together and begged for mercy, "There is a wrongdoer and a debtor. It was Guangmou and the old monk who harmed you. It is none of our business. Please don't ask for your life from us!"
Sun Xingzhe was too lazy to talk trash to these monks and stepped straight into the room, but there was only one corpse.
The old monk probably lost his cassock and had no choice but to hit a pillar and die.
Sun Xingzhe returned to Tang San's side and said: "Master, the cassock is missing. Don't worry, I, Old Sun, promise to find it back!"
Tang Sanzian comforted him: "If you can find it, just look for it. If you can't find it, forget about it. It doesn't matter. At worst, Tathagata will tell you that it's lost when asked!"
"Is that a treasure sent by Tathagata?"
Sun Xingzhe was dumbfounded, moved and annoyed at the same time.
What was touching was that this cheap master was really kind to me. He didn't blame himself for losing such a precious treasure.
What makes you angry is that you lost it in your own hands. Doesn’t that mean you have lost the reputation of the Monkey King?
Then, with punches and kicks, the remaining monks were gathered together and began to count the number of people on the roster, looking for the thieves.
But it was at this moment that Tang San Burian remembered that a monster like a black bear spirit had stolen the cassock.
I still remember it because in the TV series, the monster was taken back by Guanyin to see the mountain gate, and one of the tight bands was put on the monster's head.
You say it's irritating or not, but there are so many monsters who eat fast and chant Buddha's name but have no way to find a supporter. Just steal a cassock and become the gate god of Mount Luojia.
Good guy, you Buddhists even rob the doorkeeper?
Vegetarian and meat dishes are not taboo!
Just as Sun Xingzhe finished counting the list and found no clues, he asked if there were any monsters nearby, and the monks started to answer them all.
"Master, there is Batu Mountain twenty miles south of here. There is a Batu Cave on the mountain, and there is a Black King living in the cave."
Boy, have you ever heard of "Once Upon a Mountain"?
"We old dead ghosts often lecture and discuss the Dharma with the Black King. There is only that one spirit nearby."
Old dead ghost?
Tang San's burial was attended by the old monk's disciples, Sun Xiao.
Sure enough, it is a black bear monster. Now that I remember it, I will let Wukong toss it. If I can kill it, I will kill it. If I can't kill it, I can let Guanyin take it away. It's not a big deal.
Tang San was buried and continued to practice in the Zen room where they had rested. Sun Xingzhe was particularly resentful. After beating and kicking him for a while, he didn't go to Black Wind Mountain to look for the monster until the monks cried and begged for mercy.
