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Tang Xuanzang was overjoyed. He knew that Guanyin Bodhisattva took good care of him, so he entered the main hall, knelt down devoutly, and prayed with all his heart. After praying, he stood up.

The monks at Guanyin Temple looked at Sun Wukong standing aside with his eyes closed, feeling a little displeased and suddenly scolded him.

"How can you see the Bodhisattva's golden body still standing here and not want to kneel down? Aren't you afraid that the Bodhisattva will blame you?"

Sun Wukong slowly opened his deep plan, shot out two golden lights, glanced at the golden body of Guanyin Bodhisattva, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and said sarcastically with a hint of disdain.

"Even in front of Guanyin Bodhisattva, I am like this. Now she is just a clay sculpture. She still wants me to kneel down and worship her. Aren't you afraid of ruining her luck?"

A kind of monk in Guanyin Temple was furious and was about to have a conflict with Sun Wukong. Tang Xuanzang quickly walked between the two and told him that Sun Wukong was an immortal god in the sky. He was indeed as divine as Bodhisattva. Although the monks were half-convinced,

, but they didn’t dare to offend the Great Sage and just turned a blind eye.

It was not until Tang Xuanzang drank tea and had a vegetarian meal in the temple and followed the monks to the back courtyard that he met the abbot, the owner of Guanyin Temple.

The abbot was supported by a young novice monk. He was quite old. On his head was a Vairocana square hat with a shining cat's eye stone crown. He was wearing a brocade velvet collar with a shiny gold edge of emerald fur.

A pair of monk's shoes are filled with eight treasures, and a walking stick is embedded with cloud stars. His face is covered with wrinkles, like the old mother of Lishan; his eyes are dim, but he is like the dragon king of the East China Sea. His mouth is not windy because his teeth have fallen out, and his waist is hunched and his back is bent into cramps.

He looked like he was dying, but his complexion was rosy.

Sun Wukong's nose twitched slightly and he smelled a hint of elixir energy. He knew that the old abbot could live to such an old age and used a lot of elixirs. Although they were not popular, they were enough to prolong his life and make him live to be over a hundred years old, so he was not surprised.

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However, Tang Xuanzang saw that the abbot was older and quickly stood up to salute and said respectfully.

"Old Master, this poor monk is polite!"

After the two met, they talked about Zen. Somehow, the old abbot started to show off his wealth and showed off his countless precious cassocks in a very proud tone. Each cassock was shaken out and hung up, and Tang Xuanzang watched. Sure enough,

The hall is filled with embroidery and the walls are covered with silk fabrics.

When Tang Xuanzang saw that the old abbot loved the cassock so much, he thought of the Bodhisattva who had given him a cassock when he was in Chang'an. He quickly brought his own cassock and wanted to show the cassock to the abbot for appreciation. He didn't know that people's hearts are sinister, so he didn't know how rare it was.

Don't play with good things in front of greedy and treacherous people. If they come into sight, their hearts will be moved; once their hearts are moved, their plans will be hatched.

Sun Wukong understood this truth, but he never reminded the monk and watched with cold eyes, allowing Tang Xuanzang to cause disaster for himself.

Tang Xuanzang opened the bundle, and a ray of light shot out, but he hadn't seen the cassock yet. It was wrapped in two layers of oil-skin paper. It was indeed a treasure, not comparable to the abbot's cassocks. The old abbot broke away from the support of the little novice monk beside him, with a flash in his eyes.

With a hint of greed on his face, and a look of obsession on his face, he approached the bundle and watched anxiously as Tang Xuanzang opened the oil paper there.

Xuanzang of the Tang Dynasty opened the oil-skin paper and unfolded his cassock. Suddenly the room was filled with red light, and the courtyard was filled with color. All kinds of ingenious pearls were dropped, and all kinds of rare Buddhist treasures were collected. The upper and lower dragon beards were covered with colorful silk tapestry, and the brocade rims were all around. The body was hung with sprites.

From then on, he was extinct and went into the underworld wearing a ghost. It was made by the immortal with his own hands, but a real monk would not dare to wear it.

The old abbot looked at the precious cassock in Tang Xuanzang's hand with eyes full of obsession. His tears filled his eyes, which frightened Tang Xuanzang. He quickly put down the cassock, supported the old abbot's arm, and asked eagerly.

"What happened to the old master?"

The old abbot kept his eyes on the precious cassock and cried to Tang Xuanzang.

"I am devoted to piety, but I am obsessed with all kinds of expensive cassocks, so I have collected a house full of cassocks, but they are not as good as the cassocks of the holy monk. It is a pity that I can only see them once, so I feel sad for a moment!

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Tang Xuanzang didn't know that the old abbot was greedy and wanted to take the precious cassock as his own. After listening to the old abbot's words, he said very generously.

"Since the old master likes this cassock, he will take it back and let you enjoy it for a night, which will put an end to your regret. What do you think?"

Tang Xuanzang knew that this precious cassock was given by Bodhisattva, so it was not easy to give it to the old abbot.

When the old abbot heard Tang Xuanzang's words, he felt happy, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he thanked him repeatedly.

"Thank you so much to the holy monk. Even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

The old abbot picked up the cassock and held it in his arms. He was reluctant to let the little novice beside him help him carry it. His face was very happy, his steps no longer staggered, and he walked briskly towards his meditation room.

That night, more than 200 monks, large and small, moved firewood and piled up the Zen hall where Tang Xuanzang and Sun Wukong lived. A large fire was lit. It was clear that they had evil intentions and wanted to burn the two to death and keep their cassocks.

Down.

How could Sun Wukong tolerate them? Sitting on the futon with his eyes closed and meditating hard, he opened his mouth and slowly exhaled, turning into a strong wind, blowing countless firewood away and falling into the entire Guanyin Temple, allowing the fire to blow away

The temple was burned down, but in the end he was unwilling to kill indiscriminately and secretly protected the lives of the monks.

Twenty miles to the south of Guanyin Temple, there is a Black Wind Mountain. There is a Black Wind Cave in the mountain. There is a goblin in the cave. He is waking up and turning over. The windows and doors are bright, and it is dawn. When he gets up to look,

But the firelight from due north was shining brightly, and the goblin was shocked.

"Ah! There must be a fire in Guanyin Temple! These monks are so careless! I still need to save them."

This goblin is an old acquaintance with the old abbot of Guanyin Temple. The reason why the old abbot lives so long is because of the elixir given by the black bear spirit. The black bear spirit raised its head in the clouds and came under the fireworks. It saw the fire soaring into the sky. The palace in front was empty, and the two corridors were empty.

Fireworks were blazing. He stepped forward and ran in. Just as he was about to call for water, he saw that no flames could come close to the abbot's meditation hall at the back, and there was even more rays of light shooting out. He couldn't help but be surprised, and entered the meditation hall.

In the middle, he saw only a green felt baggage on the eucalyptus. He untied it and saw that it was a brocade cassock. The rosy glow was really emitted by this cassock. He knew in his heart that this must be a rare Buddhist treasure. The wealth moved people's hearts, and he

He no longer put out the fire, but took the cassock, took advantage of the fire, rode on the clouds, and quietly returned to his Black Wind Mountain.

The old abbot was already devastated by the fire that destroyed the monastery. He thought of his treasured cassock and hurried back to his residence. When he saw that the cassock was also missing, he couldn't breathe and died on the spot. It was really a blessing.

The old monk deserves to die, and the Guanyin Temple will turn into dust!
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