The old monk wished he could throw all the robes he had collected into the stinky ditch, as if the treasures accumulated over a hundred years had become a foil in front of the Jinlan robes, and they were completely useless bargains.

Tang Xuanzang sat in his seat, took a few more sips of fragrant tea, but didn't say anything, but just smiled slightly. The old courtyard owner was anxious and walked to Tang Xuanzang's face a few steps. He cried and grabbed Tang Xuanzang's hand and said, "Oh, I have lived for more than two hundred years in vain."

Tang Xuanzang quickly stood up, pretended to be surprised and said, "What is the old courtyard owner doing? It's just a cassock."

"Holy monk, you are right. I don't think that so many robes I have collected for more than two hundred years are really a bargain in front of your brocade robes... But when I saw this robes, I felt sorry for me... I wonder if I could show this robes again." The old monk said pitifully, but his eyes were not far from the robes.

Tang Xuanzang pretended to be hesitant and gritted his teeth and said, "Of course it is OK to take a look, so I will let my disciple open the bag and let the owner of the nursing home take a look."

When the child heard this, the old school student shook his head and said, "It's not okay to just look at it. My eyes are dizzy and the light here is not good. Can I take it back to the room and observe it carefully?"

Tang Xuanzang showed a hesitation and said in embarrassment: "The owner of the old house, it's not that I'm stingy, but this robes are very precious. If the old house is mainly looking at them, I have a requirement."

"If you have any conditions, just say it. As long as the old monk can do it, you will definitely agree." The old monk said hurriedly, but he was thinking in his heart, don't worry about you asking for the conditions.

Tang Xuanzang was slow: "That's right, my cassock is a first-class treasure. The old master could see that since you want to take it to observe, you naturally have to use the corresponding items as collateral."

The old monk slapped his forehead and said, "Ah, you're right, it's the old monk who took the initiative. In this way, you can look at the items here and you can use them as collateral."

The old monk said, tears of excitement flowing out. It was obvious that he loved Tang Xuanzang's robe so much that he couldn't continue and his emotions were in a mess.

When Sun Wukong saw the old monk crying loudly, like a child, he couldn't help but show a sarcastic smile on his face and sent a voice to Tang Xuanzang from the air: "Damn bald donkey, this old guy seems to have indeed regarded your cassock as a treasure. Look at his crying look, his face is full of hope."

Tang Xuanzang patted her on the shoulder: "Speak less nonsense, you can see it for your teacher."

Sun Wu was so airless that he simply turned his gaze to the Dragon Girl and slapped her on the head: "All day, I'm so nagging, don't you see Master is very busy? You mount, follow us every day and make you a porter. It's really cheap for you."

Ao Xue touched her head in pain and said aggrievedly: "Senior Brother, I didn't mess with you, why are you hitting me?"

"If you didn't mess with me, I can't hit you?" Sun Wukong raised his hand and tried to hit him. Tang Xuanzang couldn't see it: "Wukong, don't make trouble."

Wukong glared at Ao Xue hatefully and warned: "Don't think about writing any poems in the future. Writing them at your level is a frustration. Can you compare with Li Bai?"

Ao Xue replied unwillingly: "You illiterate, of course you don't understand what a poet is."

"I don't know the poet, but you will soon become a dead person... no dead dragon." Sun Wukong raised his fist that was big in a casserole, intending to beat this dead girl.

"Okay, stop making trouble for you two. Ao Xue, if you really want to write poetry, I suggest you learn more from Li Bai. The name of the poem has been considered for you, or you can call it a gift to your master."

When Ao Xue rolled her eyes suddenly when she heard Tang Xuanzang's words, she obviously felt disdainful of Tang Xuanzang's shamelessness.

Tang Xuanzang was thinking about the benefits of seven or eight hundred robes, but now he didn't care about how many ink traces he had with Ao Xue.

He ignored these two guys and turned to the old monk and said, "Or why the old courtyard owner took my robes tonight to watch."

When the old monk saw Tang Xuanzang agree, he was excited and couldn't help but say, "Holy monk, please forgive me for taking the liberty. I wonder what price I have to pay to buy the master's robes?"

I still want to buy this monk's robes. Can you afford it, you are an immortal person?

Before Tang Xuanzang could reply, Wukong bounced from his seat and pointed at the old monk and cursed: "Bold, do you know that this robes come from the nine heavens. Even if you send the entire Guanyin Zen Temple to my master, you can't exchange them."

Tang Xuanzang was filled with joy and thought to himself that he was well-behaved. Ninety-nine of the hundred sentences in the past were wrong. Today, just this sentence is really a big face for me.

The two-player between Tang Xuanzang and Sun Wukong was awesome. Even the old monk who had lived for more than two hundred years was deceived by Tang Xuanzang's performance.

However, the old monk was now completely confused by the brocade robe and wanted to get this thing with all his heart, but he was afraid that he would not pay attention to anything else.

Thinking of this, the old monk said, "Holy monk, I also know that your cassock is a treasure. I don't say anything I bought it anymore. I just hope to observe it tonight."

Tang Xuanzang smiled and said, "Don't care if the owner of the old house. My disciple has always been unrestrained. You must not care what she said just now."

The old monk wiped his tears and said, "Holy monk, what you are saying is the truth. I am obsessed with the ghosts, but I didn't expect that I could buy such a treasure."

Tang Xuanzang said, "How about this, the old courtyard owner, we are all from Buddhism. You can use dozens of boxes of cassocks as collateral. How about this set of tea sets?"

"Since the holy monk likes this set of tea sets, I'll give it to the holy monk." The old monk suddenly became generous and continued, "I'm afraid that my robes are all ragged things, and the holy monk will not look down on them."

"I can't stand it, how can I not look down on it? I like this tea set very much." Tang Xuanzang laughed, thinking that you will become a cup in the future. As he said this, he immediately took out the purple gold bowl from his arms, walked to the main door, and shouted: "Check!"

A magical scene appeared, and the hanged robes were automatically penetrated into the bowl without wind. After a while, hundreds of robes disappeared.

The scene immediately froze, and the monks present were frightened by this magical scene.

I can't figure out how a small bowl can actually fit seven or eight hundred robes.

The old monk was most anxious. Seeing that the hundred years of hard work had disappeared, he was a little panicked and walked over and asked, "Holy monk, where did my robes go?"

"Don't panic, I just temporarily store them in my place. When tomorrow, the owner of the house will be careful and return my brocade robes to me, and I will return your robes to you." Tang Xuanzang comforted the old monk and said, "I just entered the stomach of this monk and thought I could spit it out. How could it be?

This monk is all counting on your cassock to make a fortune. Now that you have so few points, you can’t even exchange your root hair.

Tang Xuanzang complained in his heart, and then stuffed the brocade robe to the old monk and said, "I have to trouble the old home owner to arrange a house for us, and we will leave tomorrow. Tonight, it is best to hurry up and observe."

The old courtyard owner took the golden robes in a daze, and then came to his senses. The charm of the brocade robes was beyond everything. Even the old courtyard owner could not resist: "The holy monk just rest here, it doesn't matter how long it takes to stay."

Tang Xuanzang laughed, neither saying good nor saying bad. He just went to the rest room under the guidance of Zhike Monk.

The old monk held the brocade robe in both hands and watched Tang Monk walk away, but burst into tears again, which made his disciples confused and went up to ask.

"Old ancestor, why are you crying?" asked the novice boy.

The old monk's face was full of pleated face, and at this moment he was extremely ferocious: "I saw this brocade robe today and felt that I had lived in vain for more than two hundred years. No, I can't return this robe to Tang Monk. Listen, our Guanyin Zen Temple has not had a decent treasure for temple-keeping in a century. Today, God sent this brocade robe to my hands, so there is no reason to take it out."

This old monk's nature is comparable to that of Tang Xuan's hidden, and it is all goods that cannot be found!

The monks present all saw the magic of Jinlan's cassock and said, "What our ancestors said is reasonable, but I think the holy monk seems extraordinary. If we do not benefit them, we will suffer the disaster."

"You all tell me. As long as we have this brocade robe, our Guanyin Zen Temple will be very different in the future. Whoever can help me to sit and transform me today except for the monk Tang and disciples, then who will be the new master of the courtyard, and all my robes and treasures belong to him." The old master spent a lot of money for the Jinlan casket. After this encouragement, all the monks were moved.

The owner of the nursing home was planning to do it, while Tang Xuanzang was sleeping with Wukong, while poor Ao Xue was driven to a side room and lived alone.

Ao Xue wanted to hear Xie Yunfei tell a story, but was ruthlessly rejected by Tang Xuanzang. Instead, she said: "You are good at writing poetry, you write it yourself and then read it to yourself. Isn't it just a novel? It's just that there are fewer words."

Ao Xue almost collapsed on the spot. She agreed to tell me novels every day, so why don’t she admit it now?

In the warm room, Tang Xuanzang smiled so badly: "Wukong, you lost your bet today, so take your hand away from the golden cudgel of your teacher."

Wukong let out a oh, unwilling to let go, then squinted his eyes and said, "Would you like to tell a novel?"

"Okay, no problem, but there is a condition." Tang Xuanzang's heart began to jump wildly uncontrollably.

Well, it's time to bring a wave of rhythm...oh hehehahaha...

Wukong's ears moved slightly, and he frowned and asked, "Master, why did your heart suddenly beating so fast?"

Tang Xuanzang laughed, haha... The benefits are coming, it's hard not to be excited.

He reached out and pinched Goku's little hand and said, "Don't change the subject, don't say that you have forgotten our bet in the afternoon."

Wukong nodded and obediently slid down beside Tang Xuanzang's body, and then Tang Xuanzang's friends naturally came naturally.

"Oh..." Tang Xuan was upset that this guy shamelessly let out an irresistible whisper, especially when he saw Wukong stepping on his head, he felt a sense of accomplishment in his heart!

"It's not okay to just hold it in. Just move, but you have to be lighter."

"Well..., okay, Master. Wow, it's big." Wukong was shocked.

"Be careful, don't shave."

"Is this possible... OK?"

"Well, it's okay, you keep going." After a long time, Tang Xuanzang smoked a lonely cigarette. Well, the cigarette was redeemed by the system, and this thing is not expensive. 1 point can be redeemed for a whole piece.

Afterwards, a cigarette was so happy that it was like a god. "How do you feel?"

"Slightly sour." Wukong pointed his finger at his cheek: "But I feel a nice smell that seems to be approaching me, but I'm pushed away by Master, otherwise it will definitely be delicious if I eat it."

Well... Xie Yunfei's mouth twitched, how should we explain this?

Speaking of Wukong, don’t say such heroic words, it’s easy to be harmonious.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!