Tang Sanfu: "Meow meow? ”

"Holy monk, you can count it, if you don't come again, the old man will not be able to open the pot in this Guanyin Zen Temple!"

Ignoring Tang San's funeral's bewilderment, the old host hugged Tang San's funeral's leg and didn't let go, wiping tears on Tang San's funeral body while crying.

Buried that disgusting thing for Tang San, he almost couldn't help but lift this product to Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

"That, old host, do you know that the poor monk is coming?"

Without a trace, he used a skillful force to pull his leg out of the old host's arms, and Tang Sanfu couldn't help but ask.

"No, (two sounds)!"

The old host replied that it was a matter of course.

Tang San Burial: "...... So, do you know the poor monk? ”

The old host shook his head and nodded again, "Isn't the Tang Dynasty a holy monk?" To solve the dilemma of our Guanyin Zen Temple, do you have rice in the pot?

By the way, what's your name? ”

Tang San's funeral: "......"

Come, before you solve the trouble, tell the poor monk how you learned your fluent Henan dialect?

"That.... Old host, you speak..... Has it always been like this? ”

The old host shook his head, "It's not that, I used to speak so well!" ”

Tang San's burial: "....... Then you should say the bad thing you used to say. ”

"Medium!"

The old host nodded, "Holy monk, aren't you here to solve my ..... Our Guanyin Zen Temple does not have the dilemma of rice under the pot? ”

Looking at the old host who had a lot of positive painting style, Tang Sanfu nodded, "Well, yes." ”

"Great!"

The old host cried with joy, "Holy monk, don't you know, since eighteen years ago, I don't know which bastard bastard spread the news that our Guanyin Zen Monastery people are stupid and have a lot of money.

Originally, our Guanyin Zen Monastery has thousands of acres of fertile land, hundreds of houses, gold, silver and jewelry have to build a separate warehouse to store, antiques and jade are pulled back by car, even the emperor came here we can't help but have an inferiority complex.

But since the news spread eighteen years ago, our temple has begun to make ends meet, and those bastards have come here to eat, live and take for nothing, and after leaving, they will take revenge on us to promote the fact that the people of Guanyin Zen Monastery are stupid and have a lot of money.

Now, eighteen years later, there is a huge Guanyin Zen Temple, and only one mountain gate, half of the main hall, and a few of our monks have been eaten. ”

As the old host was talking, he saw two Taoist priests coming out of the hall behind him, each carrying a long table on his head, "Excuse me, let me go." ”

The old host reflexively moved half of his body to let the two Taoist priests carry things out, and then turned his head and looked at Tang Sanfu with teary eyes again.

Tang San's burial: "...... It's all eaten like this, and when you run out of money, you tell those people directly, and they will still rely on it and not leave? ”

Old host: "......"

"Well, aren't we Guanyin Zen Temple? Isn't it the face of Guanyin Bodhisattva? How can you talk about this matter when you don't have money..... Right? ”

Tang San's funeral: "......"

He finally understood that the reason why this Guanyin Zen Monastery became like this was completely because of the monk's swollen face and fat man.

But......

"What's the matter with this Taoist priest who just lifted the table?"

Tang Sanfu pointed to the two Taoist priests who moved into another small courtyard, and the old host touched his big bald head embarrassedly, "That, isn't it impossible to open the pot in the temple, this morning the old man ...... this last hall"

Tang San's burial: "...... Also sold? ”

"Nope!"

The old host shook his head, and as soon as Tang Sanfu breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the old host continue, "Half of it is sold, and half of it is my own." ”

Tang San's funeral: "......"

MMP, it's unprecedented for you to be the host.

"That's it, since the poor monk has come, the dilemma of this Guanyin Monastery will naturally have to find a way to solve it for you.

After all, what is the relationship between the poor monk and Guanyin? It was a fateful friendship (he definitely didn't mind beating the poor monk to death when he met), and in his Zen temple, the poor monk couldn't see death without helping. ”

As he spoke, Tang Sanfu shook the robe on his body, "See, this brocade robe was given to the poor monk by Guanyin."

Just this one robe, your Guanyin Monastery is enough to buy dozens of them. ”

Great Sage: "......"

Sister Bailong: "......"

The white horse snorted in disdain.

Everyone is so miserable, you bastard still wants to harm people.

However, there is a good saying, it is called the sins of heaven, which can be forgiven, but the sins of oneself cannot be lived.

When Tang Sanfu said this, the old host also saw the extraordinaryness of Tang San's robe.

With his once rich net worth, which made the emperor ashamed of his family property, he could naturally recognize how valuable this robe was.

Just like Tang Sanfu said, based on his previous wealth, even if he spent his family property dozens of times to change this robe, he would be responsible for it.

"This ..... This brocade robe was really given to the holy monk by Guanyin Bodhisattva? ”

Tang San's chin raised slightly, "Naturally." ”

The more arrogant Tang Sanfu became, the more convinced the old host became.

"That...... This one...... Holy Monk ...... The old man has a saying, I don't know whether to say it or not. ”

Tang Sanfu glanced at the old host, "What words?" ”

The old host's face was a little blushing, "The old man has a reluctant request, I don't know whether to open my mouth or not." ”

Tang Sanfu blinked and looked at the old host with a sincere expression.

"Since it's a reluctant invitation, then don't speak."

Old host: "......" are you special..... Director, the script that this old man got is different! This can't be played in the future!

Fortunately, the old host's face has also been beaten out for hundreds of years, and the thickness is no worse than Tang San's funeral.

"Oh, in that case, that's what the old man said."

The old host grabbed the corner of Tang San's funeral brocade robe with one hand, "The old man has served Guanyin Bodhisattva for more than 200 years, and has taken care of this Zen temple for the Bodhisattva. ”

After seeing what kind of player Tang Sanfu was, the old host didn't even say polite words.

I don't ask you if you can do it, just let you fulfill your wish for many years, and stop you from doing it again like that "don't open your mouth if you don't want to ask" or something like that.

However.....

He still underestimated Tang San's funeral routine, "Fulfillment?

Old host, open your eyes and take a closer look, whether the poor monk is a Buddha or not, where does he have the noble feelings to realize the wishes of others? ”

"What? Holy monk, you said you agreed?

Thank you, Holy Sangha, Holy Sangha is really merciful. ”

Saying that, the old host directly picked up the brocade robe of Tang San's funeral, pulled it off and held it in his arms and didn't let go.

Great Sage: What kind of players are these two .....? It really deserves to be taught by Buddhism.

Tang Sanfu: "......" is over, this time I really met an opponent!

Seeing that the old host was holding his brocade robe tightly and didn't let go, Tang Sanfu opened his mouth, thinking that he was going to burn down the Guanyin Zen Temple in the world, but he didn't have the heart to snatch it back.

"Well, that's it, just lend it to the old host for one night."

The old host was overjoyed when he heard this, and thanked Tang San for his funeral.

Not to mention that Tang San's funeral helped solve the current troubles of the Zen Temple, and arranged for the few remaining little monks to prepare a big meal for Tang San's funeral master and apprentice on the spot.

That's right, the real feast, in the hall where there is only half the right to use, there are more than 3 tables and 40 dishes for the vegetarian banquet alone, and more than half of the money from the sale of the hall is directly spent.

But the old host doesn't care, with a brocade robe in hand, don't say half of the Guanyin Zen Temple, even if the whole mountain is built full of houses, it's just a matter of moving your mouth.

After eating and drinking, Tang Sanfu and the Great Sage rested on the beds placed in the middle of the hall.

Outside the hall, it was already night, and the old host and a few disciples gathered together, huddled in a makeshift cabin in the courtyard, and did not feel sleepy at all.

"Alas!"

Finally, when the old host sighed helplessly while holding the robe for the 176th time, the seventy-three disciples who were most favored by him understood his intentions.

"Master, although this robe belongs to the Tang monk, I will return it to him tomorrow.

But if something happens to the Tang monk tonight, this robe will not become an ownerless thing and fall into the hands of the master, that is, the treasure and the virtuous will live in it. ”

Seeing that the apprentice understood what he meant, the old host's eyes lit up, "Huise, what do you mean?" ”

The corners of the seventy-three disciples' lips hooked up a grim smile, and they made a movement to wipe their necks.

The old host stared at him and nodded imperceptibly, "Be clean." ”

"Master, don't worry."

Hui Se will know, kill people and set fire to the gold belt, but how can a virtuous monk like the master do this kind of thing in person.

So......

Not long after, outside the hall where Tang San's funeral master and apprentice lived, a circle of firewood had been placed, and Hui Se held a blazing torch, looking at this hall dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva, his eyes revealed a ruthlessness that regarded human life as a mustard.

"Monk."

In the main hall, the Great Sage called softly.

"Don't worry, the poor monk has already drawn a fire circle."

The Great Sage nodded, feeling that the monk should not die in this kind of thing again, and it should be reliable and trustworthy at this time.

Outside the temple.

The torches were tossed high and landed gently on the firewood.

"Boom!"

The firewood was ignited by the flames and spread towards the walls of the main hall.

"With such a method, it is estimated that half of the hall will not be burned by waiting for someone to put out the fire."

Seeing that he couldn't even kill people and set fires outside, Tang San was angry.

At this time, you have to rely on the poor monks to help, I really don't know if you are a robber who kills people and sets fires or the poor monks are sinners who kill people and set fires.

Muttering in his mouth, Tang Sanfu took out the oil package from the ring, cast an invisibility spell, and sprinkled the fire oil all the buildings of the entire Guanyin Zen Monastery one by one.

"Boom!"

The moment the oil was spilled, a gust of wind blew, and the fire spread instantly, out of control.

......

The next day, when the Great Sage woke up from his sleep, he looked at the huge Zen Monastery that had turned into a cloud of soot, and only felt that his back molars were aching.

"Monk, if you don't become a bandit, you're really blind to this method."