Guanyin Temple.

The moon was dark and the wind was high, making it difficult to travel. Sun Wukong and Tang Sanzang took advantage of this place for a night, and were warmly entertained by the elder Jinchi who presided over it.

After the vegetarian meal, Elder Jinchi also invited Tang Monk to view the various Buddhist treasures he had collected.

Rosary beads, alms bowls, tin sticks, wishful thinking, whisks, whisks and other things that monks carry with them on a daily basis are neatly placed on the table. They are so jeweled that it is dizzying to see.

Most of all, there are all kinds of cassocks, the hall is full of embroidery, and the walls are covered with silk.

These Buddhist utensils can be regarded as good treasures among the common people, but unfortunately they are limited to outstanding things among common people. Any Buddhist treasure in Tang Sanzang's body can cover these things.

The brocade cassock and the nine-ring tin staff are the real Buddhist treasures.

Wukong's temperament was a bit flamboyant. When he saw Elder Jinchi beaming there and proudly showing off the various cassocks he had collected, he couldn't help but feel a bit of comparison and said to Monk Tang:

"Don't we also have a cassock? Although I am not familiar with all kinds of Buddhist treasures, I feel that the brocade cassock is the real treasure, at least a thousand times better than the ones collected by the abbot!"

Elder Jinchi wears a square hat on his head, a brocade velvet jacket, a pair of monk shoes filled with eight treasures, and a staff with clouds and stars embedded in it. He looks very rich, and does not look like an eminent monk who is indifferent to fame and fortune.

He squinted his eyes, looking like an old man. When he heard that Tang Monk actually had a cassock that could be called a treasure, his eyes suddenly lit up and he said with expectation:

"Since Elder Tang has such a treasure, why not take it out and let the old monk open his eyes, so that I can see the treasures of the heavenly kingdom."

Tang Sanzang coughed slightly when he heard this, stared at Sun Wukong and said:

"Great Sage, that cassock was given by Guanyin Bodhisattva. How can you show it to others so easily?"

He didn't seem to realize that his words were strongly suspected of being pretentious and had already given away the secret.

A Buddhist treasure given by Guanyin Bodhisattva?

The eyes of Elder Jinchi on the side almost popped out. As a holy monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, it is not impossible for him to have several treasures on his body.

But now he actually said that the cassock was given by Guanshiyin Bodhisattva, who is so kind and compassionate and saves the suffering!

Is this okay?

Wukong wanted to show off, so he had already brought the gift package and quickly took out the neatly stacked brocade cassocks.

Tang Monk did not wear brocade cassock on weekdays, and would only take it out and put it on on some very formal occasions.

This brocade cassock is indeed a Buddhist treasure. It is made of red silk, gold thread, and inlaid with various orbs. In the dim candlelight, it shines with crystal luster, almost blinding Elder Jinchi.

The first time he saw the brocade cassock, the old host wanted to throw himself on it. With trembling hands, he touched this sacred cassock and couldn't help but mutter:

"Treasure, treasure, this is the real treasure cassock, wuwuwu..."

He burst into tears suddenly.

Upon seeing this, Tang Monk couldn't help clasping his hands and asked: "Why is the host doing this?"

Elder Jinchi wiped away his tears while looking at him and sighed:

"Elder Tang, I have collected all kinds of Buddhist treasures in my life. When I saw them today, I realized that the things I have collected all my life are as different as fireflies and bright moons compared to this brocade cassock. When I think about it, I will never see this again.

Brocade cassock, the old monk is so sad in his heart!"

As he spoke, he added eagerly: "Old monk has an unkind request, and I hope Elder Tang can agree to it."

"President, please speak."

"Can you leave this brocade cassock with the old monk so that I can appreciate it up close for a day?"

"this……"

Tang Sanzang was a little hesitant.

As the ancients said, wealth should not be exposed and treasures should not be borrowed.

Elder Jinchi saw that he was hesitant and risked his life. Regardless of his face, he immediately fell to the ground and said, "If Elder Tang doesn't agree, the old monk will not be able to kneel down!"

"That's all. I'll just leave the brocade cassock at the abbot's place for one day."

Tang Sanzang could only reluctantly agree.

If you take advantage of others' soft words and short-handedness, you must give the host some face by staying here.

"Thank you, Elder Tang!" Elder Jinchi was overjoyed.

What happened next did not change much. Because the old abbot was greedy for the brocade cassock, he had evil thoughts in his heart. He prepared a fire to burn down the Zen room where Tang Monk and Wukong lived, burning them to death and greedy the Buddha.

precious.

Wukong's spiritual sense is keen and his celestial eye sees everything. He saw the plans of the old abbot and the monks in the temple and smiled coldly.

"Master is right, what is more terrifying than ghosts and gods is the human heart."

He is willing to kill people and set fires just for a cassock. With such a vicious heart, is he worthy of being a monk?

Without the constraints of a tight spell, Wukong became even bolder and killed the elder Jinchi who had some cultivation skills with one stick. He also added fuel to the flames when the monks set fire to him in the middle of the night, allowing the fire to spread.

The raging fire ignited various buildings in the temple, and it could not be extinguished even if water was poured on it. The demonic fire, blood red and dazzling, burned for a whole night, and the entire Guanyin Temple was burned into an empty space.

Only one wing remained intact.

"Great Sage, what's going on?"

Early in the morning, Tang Sanzang ran out of the wing, looked at the scorched earth around him, and shouted.

Wukong sat cross-legged on the roof, breathing in and out. The early morning sunlight mixed with spiritual energy and turned into vibrant purple clouds, which he absorbed.

The top of his head is surrounded by purple energy, and the five secret realms are glowing, breathing in divine energy, tempering the muscles and bones, and strengthening the body.

Without raising his eyelids, he pointed to a few trembling monks beside him.

"You can find out just by asking a few of them."

"Holy monk, we know our mistake! Spare your life, spare your life!"

Several surviving monks from Guanyin Temple knelt down and told the story of the crime with tears streaming down their faces.

Tang Sanzang understood the cause and effect, shook his head gently and sighed:

"A life of greed makes a man like a devil, and he who plays with fire will burn himself."

This elder Jinchi also has some Taoism in his body. He devotes himself to practicing hard and has no hope of attaining Taoism and becoming an immortal. Unfortunately, the gold and jade are not only good but also the failure. He has been practicing Zen for a lifetime but still cannot change his greed for money. In the end, he is to blame for his own fault.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! He did not embarrass the other monks in Guanyin Temple, but after this happened, he was not interested in staying any longer, and was planning to pack up and leave.

Suddenly, he found that the brocade cassock was missing.

"Great Sage, the cassock is missing!"

"ah?"

Wukong was stunned, jumped down, inspected and saluted, but he really didn't see the brocade cassock. He couldn't help scratching his head, "It's strange, I, Old Sun, obviously took the cassock back and put it in the package."

"Did you leave last night?"

"The flames shot into the sky and disturbed all the beasts in the forest, so I went out to perform the tooth-beating ceremony."

"..."

Tang Monk was speechless.

However, the Monkey King is not a Buddhist. It is normal for him to eat some wild game, and it is not easy for him to criticize him.

"What now?"

Tang Sanzang frowned.

The brocade cassock belonged to the Buddha. Now that it has been lost, it will be difficult to deal with him in Lingshan.

Sun Wukong snorted lightly, grabbed a middle-aged monk from Guanyin Temple, and said:

"Are there any demons, ghosts, or fox saints around here?"

Someone must have sneaked in here and stolen the cassock while he was out hunting last night. His skills were quite good, otherwise he would not have been able to break through the barrier of the fire.

The monk was grabbed by the monkey's big furry hands by his collar. His face turned pale with fright, and he trembled:

"Donor... Donor, there is a black bear spirit in the Batu Cave in Black Wind Mountain, twenty miles due south. He has great magical power. He likes to preach and talk about mystical things, and he practices meditation and alchemy. He has a good relationship with Elder Jinchi. If anyone can

He must be the one to sneak in here without anyone noticing!"

Wukong nodded, let go of him, looked at Tang Monk, and said:

"You wait here while I go to Batu Caves to have a look."

"Great Sage, be careful!"

"Humph, you should be careful about that monster. He dares to steal under my nose. I want to see how much he weighs!"

Wukong sneered and jumped onto the somersault cloud.

The golden light broke through the sky, as fast as thunder, and disappeared instantly.

………

Batu Mountain, Batu Caves.

Although the name is very tacky, the Black Bear Spirit's lair is an out-and-out blessed place.

Thousands of valleys compete with the currents, thousands of cliffs compete with each other, mountains and grass grow, wild flowers bloom, cliffs are steep, birds are singing but no one can see them, flowers have fallen and trees are still fragrant, the green walls are moist after the rain, and the wind blows and the pines are curled and green.
To be continued...