I, Dasheng Sun, swear not to become a Buddha

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Can't you speak well?It has to be literal.

"No, no, I am a rare treasure in the super world. How can I let others see it? If others read it and think about it again, I want to silence our master and apprentice, and then let this treasure change hands. That would be difficult, don’t you think, old master?”

Tang Sanzang looked at the old monk with raised eyebrows.

"Ahem, the holy monk was joking. When it comes to cassocks, the old monk has a few pieces. You must know that we are Buddhists after all, and we still have different feelings for this cassock, so I also collected a lot of them." , no more, no less, exactly 190 nine pieces, I don’t know if I can enter the master’s eyes.”

The old monk sneered and winked at the young monks.

After a while, several Toutuos came over carrying the cabinets, and at once they brought out twelve large cabinets, put them in the courtyard, unlocked them, set up hangers on both sides, pulled ropes around them, and put the cassocks one by one. Shake it off and hang it up.

"Let's go, Wukong, let's take care of the head of the temple in the countryside, so we don't let outsiders fool us."

While talking, Tang Sanzang greeted Monkey King and walked outside.

The old monk gritted his teeth when he heard it behind him. If he hadn't been ignorant of the details at the beginning, he would have jumped and cursed.

"Okay, okay, let the holy monk see if these cassocks of the old monk can get in."

Saying this is almost gnashing of teeth.

The courtyard is really full of beautiful embroidery, and the four walls are silk and silk, which are all things that wear flowers and brocade, and embroidery sells gold.

"These cassocks are collected by the old monk for more than 200 years. How about it? I change one every day."

Following the old monk's explanation, several monks displayed the cassocks one by one.

There were red and red clothes hanging on these lines, which made Tang Sanzang feel like he had strayed into the wedding dress wholesale market.

The old monk figured it out, pretending to be a wolf with a big tail in front of me, I'll show you how rich you are!

Originally, this was already a custom. The old monk himself liked to show off, but whenever an outsider came, he would have to go through this cutscene.

Tang Sanzang stepped forward, touched one casually, and shook his head.

Something jingling, although the material is good, but I really don't see anything good about it.

"Tsk tsk, this one is average. Look at the thread, it's a little protruding."

The old monk sat contentedly and reclined on the chair brought out by the little novice, expecting Tang Sanzang and Monkey King to exclaim, praise, and desire.

Even the monks from Tang Dynasty are richer than our Guanyin Temple.

You may be speechless after seeing so many precious cassocks, right?

Who knew that when Tang Sanzang uttered such a sentence, the tea he just drank almost spewed out, and he was about to reply.

and many more!

What happened to this golden light?

No, not one, but one, two, three, my God.

The old monk rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and looked towards the direction of the light. It turned out that Tang Sanzang took out a cassock calmly and looked at it under the sun.

On this cassock, there is actually a golden light flowing, under the sun, it looks like golden dragons are floating on it.

The old monk's eyeballs almost popped out.

But this is not the most shocking thing. The most shocking thing is that after the cassock was unfolded, there was an endless stream of Buddhist voices from the Dao.

This is definitely a super treasure.

Even if the nearly 200 cassocks add up, they are not worth this one.

"Good treasure!"

The old monk almost blurted out, but immediately realized something and covered his mouth.

"Oh? This? Why do I feel normal? It's just a little Buddha-like, not worth mentioning, but the cassock from the courtyard of the old dean is more enjoyable."

Tang Sanzang looked around the cassock in the yard with a smile and said.

The old monk's face was a little tense, not only him, but even the young monks in this yard could tell that the cassocks in this yard were simply incomparable.

"Ahem, this, the holy monk was joking, that, hurry up and sit in the house, it's windy outside, who the hell, serve tea, serve good tea, bring me tea from a thousand-year-old black tea tree."

Hearing the order, a little monk ran out in a hurry.

After a while, three cups of fragrant hot tea were served.

Not only has the tea been changed, but even the teacups have been changed to luxurious ones.

"Holy Monk, please taste it. I got this tea by accident. I cherish it so much that I would never take it out. Today, I hit it off with the Holy Monk. Come and taste it!"

"That's it? You don't have many?"

Tang Sanzang flicked the tea leaves with the lid of the teacup and said.

"When the poor monk was in the palace, and when he soaked his feet with the emperor, he used the tea leaves. If the old abbot is in short supply, I will send you a few catties when I return to the Tang Dynasty."

In one sentence, the old monk almost didn't choke to death, neither swallowed nor spit out a sip of tea.

It was a bit embarrassing to swallow it with difficulty.

"Well, the holy monk and the Tang emperor are brothers?"

The old monk waved his hand to let the monks go down, then changed the subject and asked.

"Hey, I'm used to it. We often eat together, take a bath, and so on. It's sprinkled."

Tang Sanzang skillfully took out a Huazi and lit it, and after a while, the old monk looked at it fascinated.

Monkey King on the other side was also fascinated.

This master is really awesome, let me have a monkey hair, and the old monk was taken aback for a while, and the mountain looked up...

"Let's not talk, I'm a little tired, it's getting dark soon, old dean, is there a cleaner wing here, it's a bit shabby, and I'm not used to it."

"Yes, yes, yes!!"

The old monk hurriedly got up, and personally brought Tang Sanzang and Monkey King to the backyard. The environment here is elegant, and the room is spacious and tidy.

Tang Sanzang turned around and nodded, "Well, this is still decent, well, you can withdraw."

When I turned my head, I found that the old monk was still lingering and refused to leave, cleaning the windows for a while, and sweeping the floor for a while.

Tang Sanzang looked at it and laughed. He knew what the old monk was thinking about, so he asked the question knowingly:

"What? I think the old dean seems to have something to say?"

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===Chapter 576 If you are not familiar, don’t borrow!===

Seeing this, the old monk answered quickly and said, "Amitabha, old monk, I have lived for nothing for hundreds of years. I am really a frog at the bottom of the well."

"Ha ha."

Tang Sanzang put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile: "Human, life is alive, it's a **** if you don't like it, want to open it up, where can you get it? Just get used to it later."

Tang Sanzang just refused to answer this question.

Old monk: "????"

what happened?

Shouldn't you then ask me what I think?

Why not play the cards according to the routine?

Seeing that Tang Sanzang didn't answer, the old monk had no choice but to grit his teeth and go straight to the point.

"Ahem, this, holy monk, the biggest hobby of this old monk in his life is collecting cassocks. I didn't expect that these things that I regard as treasures are really rubbish compared with these things of the holy monk."

Tang Sanzang nodded: "Well, it's quite rubbish, so why do you keep it? It's almost sold!"

"It's hard to estimate the price if it's sold. No, I won't sell it. I want to ask, can I borrow the cassock of the holy monk and let the old monk wear it all night, and I hope the holy monk will make it happen."

The old monk looked at Tang Sanzang eagerly, looking at this look, he seemed to be about to cry.

"Sorry, I don't know you well, so I won't borrow it."

Tang Sanzang waved his hand grandly, "Is there anything else? Let's go, we master and apprentice are going to sleep."

Old monk: "?????"

What does this mean?

Don't answer at all?

He even issued an order to evict customers directly. He had prepared a lot of rhetoric later, but it was all in vain, and he got stuck all of a sudden.

"Uh, uh, Amitabha, what the holy monk said is true, so the old monk will retire first."

Then he retreated to the door.

"Let's go, don't give it away."

As soon as the old monk walked out of the door, Tang Sanzang closed the door directly.

Monkey King jumped in front of Tang Sanzang and said: "Master, I think this old monk has a mischievous face and looks like a good person. I'm afraid he won't give up so easily."

"Oh, calm down!"

"Master, what should we do?"

"Do you know how to cast fire spells or something? If you don't, go to your old friend, the old Dragon King, to borrow one. I'm going to sleep first. Hurry up and do it, cover me up, and then you hurry up and sleep too." Come on."

After staying overnight in the wilderness for such a long time, I finally found my bed today.

Tang Sanzang stretched out comfortably on the bed.

Sigh, I really miss those days when someone slept with their back scratched...

On the other side, the old monk sighed and returned to his room without even eating the food brought by his apprentice.

"What's wrong, Master?"

One of the old monk's disciples came to clean up the bowls and chopsticks. Seeing that they hadn't moved, he asked.

"Hey, you have also seen the treasure from before, it is really a treasure, it's a pity, it's not mine, alas..."

The disciple of the old monk came up and said quietly: "I think that monk is a little bit crazy today. As the saying goes, a strong dragon does not overwhelm a snake. He seems to have no regard for us at all. Why not..."

The monk gestured on his neck.

"By then, this treasure will not belong to you, Master?"

Naturally, what he thought in his heart was that this treasure now belongs to the master, but if the master kicks his legs, wouldn't all the treasures he saved still be his own?

The old monk hesitated for a moment, and said, "Oh, what if this is discovered? Besides, you can be considered a monk anyway. Isn't it a little bit weird to do this?"

"Master, you should stop being disturbed by it."

After hanging around with Master for so long, how can Master not know about his little thoughts?So hurry up and give Master a step up.

"But, how can we do it without anyone noticing? Can't it involve us?"

The monk thought for a while and said, "You can set it on fire, and the house will burn down, and then it will be said that it was caused by an accidental fire."

"Burn the house? That house spent a lot of incense money when it was built."

"I said, Master, what time is it, and I still care about this. As the saying goes, if you can't bear a child, you can't set a wolf."

The old monk frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Okay, then you can figure it out, and I won't participate."

"Yes, Master."

The monk looked excited, and hurried to find someone to prepare firewood.

Leaving the old monk alone in the room, drinking tea, strolling back and forth, drinking tea, strolling again...

That night, the night was dark and windy.

A dozen or so monks quietly carried a pile of firewood and came to Tang Sanzang's small courtyard under the cover of night.

Sun Wukong was alert, woke up early, and turned into a bug squatting on the beam to watch.

They set up firewood all around the house, and sprinkled some pine oil and other things that could help the fire.

The head monk took out a fire pocket from his arms, dyed it, and threw it into the firewood pile.

The flames rushed up to Lao Gao, and the whole house caught fire in a short while.

Monkey King who was on the side sighed straight away, Master is Master after all, he is simply a living god, this trick is really powerful.

When Tang Sanzang asked Sun Wukong to set up a fire shield before, Sun Wukong was still reluctant and disliked his master for being troublesome.