The master and apprentice walked a few miles and arrived in front of the monastery.

Tang Seng and Sun Wukong walked into the temple and saw the words "Guanyin Zen Temple".

Tang Seng raised his eyebrows, and finally came to Guanyin's territory.

Soon a row of monks walked out inside.

The monk at the head wore a robe inlaid with gold and jade, and wore a hat inlaid with large gemstones, which was extravagant.

"Where did you come from? I'm the head of this monastery, so please come inside and drink tea. The courtyard master said.

"The poor monk is a monk who came to the Tang Dynasty in the east and went to the west to worship the Buddha and set up a stall. Tang Seng said.

The old courtyard owner looked at Tang Seng who was covered with mud, then saw Sun Wukong wearing tiger skin, and finally looked at the white dragon horse with black fur.

He pursed his lips, and with a look of disdain on his face, he walked into the temple first.

"Oh, it turned out to be from the Eastern Soil Datang, come in. ”

The corners of Tang Seng's mouth curled, and he asked Sun Monkey to tie the horse, and he followed the old courtyard master into the back room.

The old man sat on a mahogany bench, and a set of exquisite blue and white tea sets were placed on the table, and the clear tea was already brewed in the teacup.

"Sit down and have tea. The old courtyard owner didn't seem to be too lazy to entertain Tang Seng and leaned on his chair.

Tang Seng looked at the tea in the teacup, and there were still a few pieces of rotten tea leaves in it, which was obviously not a good tea.

Sun Wukong walked in and said to Tang Seng that the horse was tied.

"Be careful when you two drink tea, my teacup is very precious, don't break my cup. "The old courtyard said.

Immediately, he said: "The two of them came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and I heard that the Eastern Tang Dynasty is vast and full of treasures, so they must have brought a lot of treasures on them, right?"

Tang Seng smiled faintly: "Baby, there are also one or two collared robes, which can be regarded as treasures." ”

The old courtyard master sneered when he heard this, and the monks around him also sneered, their expressions very disdainful.

"What are you laughing at?" Sun Wukong was immediately unhappy.

The old courtyard master laughed and said, "You monk can talk big? Can a robe be considered a treasure? Which of us don't have twenty or thirty robes? Like my ancestor, who has been a master here for two hundred and fifty or sixty years, there are seven or eight hundred robes!"

"Come on, take out my robe and show it to these two monks!"

A few little monks immediately opened the storeroom, took out boxes of robes, put them under the hall, and opened them together.

There were hundreds of those robes, and they shone brightly and shiningly, and suddenly the whole room was filled with golden light.

In the meantime, there are three or four robes with the best brilliance, dismantling the colorful light of the Dao, and the other robes seem to be much dimmer!

The more the old courtyard looked at it, the more he smiled, and his eyes narrowed: "Look, these are a silver robe, and this one, a gold robe made of gold wire, and this one, a diamond robe......"

Wait? Who told me where I got the diamond robe? When did I buy it?

The old courtyard blinked, and suddenly found Tang Seng looking at him with a smile, in front of him, there was a piece of plaid cloth, and on the plaid cloth, there were three sets of robes!

They are silver robes, gold robes, and diamond robes!

These three robes are provided by the system, and their materials and workmanship are not comparable to ordinary robes at all!

As soon as it was taken out, it competed for the brilliance of the other robes!

The old monk was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said, "Come on, hurry up and serve good tea!"

Tang Seng said: "Amitabha, monks never drink tea, come to spirits!"

The corners of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he forced a smile: "The holy monk said that he laughed." ”

"I'm not laughing, Wukong, put away the robe, when the monks go out, remember that the wealth is not exposed, and remember not to fight with others for wealth, you and I are both single, and we must remember this. Tang Seng said.

Monkey King: "......"

Who took out the robe just now?

The old courtyard owner suddenly sobbed twice, came to Tang Seng and knelt down, and said with tears: "Holy monk, I really have no fate! Such a precious robe can only be seen at such an old age." It's a pity that the old eyes are dizzy, it's getting late, and I can't see such a precious robe clearly. ”

"Don't be sad, do you think I'm happy when I have these robes? No, I'm not happy at all, I'm not interested in them at all, I don't even bother to touch them, I don't even know what these robes are so beautiful. Tang Seng smiled.

MMP, is there such a flaunting of wealth?

The old courtyard's face darkened.

Immediately, the old courtyard owner wiped his tears and said: "Holy monk, my life is in vain, I like to collect robes the most in my life, I have collected hundreds of robes, but none of them can compare to your three, in this life, I really lived in vain......"

"Since I have lived in vain, let me die! I happen to have a bundle of hemp rope, which I can transfer to you at a low price. Tang Seng said seriously.

The expression on the old courtyard master's face suddenly froze, Nima's, did you answer like this?

The old courtyard master stood up and said simply, "Holy monk, I want to buy it from you...... No, borrow this robe, even for one night. ”

"The price of my robe is very expensive...... Tang Seng muttered: "The main thing in the courtyard is to sincerely want, and the poor monk can't bear to see the owner sad, so he can't bear to cut his love, give a friendship price, and sell it to the owner!"

When Sun Wukong heard this, the corners of his mouth suddenly grinned, here it is, here it is, Master is here again.

The old courtyard owner couldn't help but be overjoyed and said, "This is very good! Holy monk, although my temple is small, there must be only a few robes......

"The silver robe is 3,000 taels, the gold robe is 4,000 taels, and the diamond robe is 5,000 taels. ”

Tang Seng clasped his hands together and shook his head.

The old courtyard master was stunned for a moment, and he didn't have time to say the second half of a sentence.

Do you know arithmetic? Who taught you math?

Seeing that Sun Wukong was about to put away the three robes on the stall, the old courtyard owner was ruthless, gritted his teeth and said: "I have it, I come out, holy monk, I bought these three robes!"

At the moment, the master of the old courtyard ordered the apprentices to take out the silver taels from the treasury, and in the end, everyone had to take out their whole family wealth to make up 14,750 taels of silver.

The old courtyard master thought to himself, this monk is not good at arithmetic, and if he gives him 14,750 taels, it is estimated that he will not be able to calculate it.

With a wave of his hand, Tang Seng took the boxes of silver placed in the courtyard with the system space and converted them into wealth value.

Immediately, he smiled and said, "Old courtyard master, there are still two hundred and fifty taels left." ”

MMP, that counts, math isn't that bad!

The old courtyard owner had no choice but to give the robe in the treasury to Tang Seng.

Holding three robes, the eyes of the old courtyard were moist, and his heart hurt terribly, this is 15,000 taels!

"Master, it's getting late, the poor monk has gone to the back guest room to rest, you take your time!"

Tang Seng smiled and said, and walked to the guest room with Sun Wukong.

"Master, I don't know if I should tell you a sentence or not. When he arrived in the guest room, Sun Wukong said with a solemn expression.