"The Holy Monk from the Tang Dynasty, where are you talking about? I just made a joke, you can't take it seriously!"

"We are all monks. This family doesn't speak two families. Come on, come on, please come on, please come on in the Zen Temple." The old host of Guanyin Zen Temple said with a slightly awkward smile.

He quickly brought Tang Hao and others to a very exquisitely decorated courtyard, and then said that he wanted to change his clothes and asked his monks to greet him first.

Several young monks brought Tang Hao a lot of exquisite refreshments and carefully accompanied him.

When Tang Hao saw the white dragon horse wandering around the yard, he was still chewing the flowers in the jar, he said, "Wukong, go and tie the white dragon horse."

Sun Wukong nodded and immediately went out to tie the horse.

After a while, there was a quarrel in the yard. Tang Hao ran out and saw a little monk pulling Sun Wukong, who was tying his horse, kept clamoring.

"You monk, you tie the horses and tie the horses. Why do you steal my clothesline? I bought the thin line at a high price. Even your skinny horse is worth it?"

"Who stole your rope? This rope was picked up by my old son just now in the yard. Let go, let go, don't touch my elbow!"

When Tang Hao saw it, he immediately understood what was going on, and then he stepped up and kicked.

Bang!

Like a meteor, Sun Wukong hit the screen wall in front and embedded it in the screen wall.

Tang Hao took out fifty taels of silver and threw it to the little monk, cursing: "Disappointment, do you usually teach you this way?"

The little monk picked up the silver, put it in his arms, nodded and echoed: "That's right, we are all monks, monks don't lie."

Tang Hao glanced at the little monk in surprise. This little guy really knows how to climb up the pole and is also a talented person.

After General Yin picked up Sun Wukong from the screen wall, he asked: "Saint Monk, you have taught us a lot. Which one should we use this time?"

"Amitabha, monks are compassionate, so they would rather be robbers than thieves. It would be fine if you rob a rope, but why can't you rob it? It's embarrassing." Tang Hao was so angry that he couldn't make a steel path.

Sun Wukong lowered his head regretfully.

The little monk suddenly felt that the silver in his arms was a little hot. Damn, this monk doesn’t seem to be a good person!

"What are you making a fuss?" The old host who changed his clothes ran back and asked.

When he knew that it was just for a horse leash, he smiled and asked the little monk to tie the white dragon horse to the manger in the backyard.

"Saint monk, you said that you and Guanyin Bodhisattva are old friends, why are you so shabby on the mount? I have a batch of BMW horses from Xiniu Hezhou, which can travel a hundred miles a day. If you don't dislike me, how about changing horses?"

Shrimp?

Change horse?

The little white dragon who was being led to the backyard by Sun Wukong turned around and kept turning his lips, and both rows of teeth were grinding out sparks.

He felt that the world was too unfriendly, so why do they like to judge people by their appearance?

If I hadn't been fucked by the Holy Monk once, I hadn't recovered my energy yet, would it be like this?

Look down on others, wait, today the BMW horse in your backyard must be dead!

Tang Hao looked at the old host with a smile and said, "There is no need to host it. My monk's mount is transformed by a white dragon. It is easy to travel thousands of miles a day."

The old host curled his lips with disdain on his face.

He looked at the white dragon horse that was so thin that he could see his ribs, and complained in his heart: White dragon, that's it?

However, the old host was also quite cunning. He did not show any contempt for Tang Hao, but asked: "Saint Monk, how did you meet Guanyin Bodhisattva, and what are your relationship?"

"I just meet occasionally on the streets of Chang'an, and the relationship is just like that." Tang Hao waved his hand and expressed his unwillingness to talk more.

When the old host heard this, he showed an expression of envy, jealousy and hatred on his face.

It turned out that he was an ordinary monk who had met Guanyin Bodhisattva by chance. I thought he was a big shot, so I was really worried.

After everyone entered the house.

The old host took the lead and sat down first. He didn't even use respect. He pointed to the stool next to him and said, "Please sit down."

After everyone sat down, before they had a few words of conversation, he pointed to his clothes and introduced them proudly: "The holy monk came from the Tang Dynasty, so he is naturally knowledgeable."

"I don't know if the holy monk knows these clothes on me, the sapphire on my hat, which is rare in the world. The brocade velvet, golden silk jade robes on me, are probably the only one in the entire Nanzhan Continent."

Tang Hao smiled and shook his head, "I haven't seen it before."

The old host smiled proudly and said, "I have collected hundreds of sets of clothes like this. The Holy Monk is here today, so I will open your eyes."

"Come on, take out all my robes, and let the holy monks of the Tang Dynasty take a good look."

The monks in the Guanyin Zen Temple were mobilized, and more than a hundred people carrying dozens of large boxes came outside the courtyard.

Hundreds of sets of cassocks were taken out by the little monk. For a moment, the courtyard was full of beautiful and colorful silk walls, looking extremely magnificent.

The old host looked at his collection of robes with satisfaction and asked, "Holy Monk, how about it?"

When he turned around, a precious light came into his eyes and looked carefully.

It turned out that Tang Hao put his colorful cassock on his body. This cassock was a top-grade acquired magic weapon carefully refined by Buddhism.

The defense of this robe is not very outstanding, but its appearance and gorgeousness are one of the best even in Daleiyin Temple.

The light shone on the robe was shining with precious light soaring into the sky, and the Buddhist scriptures emitting golden light were constantly reflected around.

The old host's eyes were straightened, his legs became weak, and he exclaimed: "Be good, this is really a good treasure. This thing must be a destiny for me."

He looked back at his cassock in the yard, couldn't help but shake his head, and cursed: "What kind of shit are these?"

"Why are you still standing there? Why don't you put away my cassock quickly? It's embarrassing to put it here."

"By the way, take out all the tea sets and tea leaves I have collected and make a pot of good tea for the holy monks from the Tang Dynasty."

The monks in Guanyin Zen Temple were busy again, and soon, the young monk brought a set of white porcelain tea sets.

The old host said respectfully: "Saint Monk, this tea set is the same tea set produced by your royal kiln in the Tang Dynasty. This tea is also the Yuqianlongjing tea from your Tang Dynasty West Lake."

"These two things are treasures that I bought for a lot of money. If you try them, is it the taste of your hometown?"

Tang Hao said expressionlessly: "Forgive me, I won't drink tea, just say something to the host."

The old host rubbed his hands and said excitedly: "That holy monk, I just said, can you let me take a look at the cassock on your body?"

"I'm over 100 years old. This is the first time I have seen such a precious robe as you. If you don't take a good look, I will die with my eyes open!"

Tang Hao advised: "Host, why is this? You must be more open-minded."

"You know, life will never be smooth sailing, and it is normal to go ups and downs. If everyone dies like you, how can the ghost messengers in the underworld do their work?"
Chapter completed!