The old monk looked at the man in black in front of him and was a little angry: "What is it, there is a fight?"

"Yes, because that fat pig occupies the space of two people, the two of them can't sleep, and they fight to grab a bed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info" The man in black took off his mask and revealed a face.

If Tang Seng was present now, he would definitely recognize that this person was the old man who touched his porcelain on the road during the day.

But Tang Seng is now fighting for bed with Sun Wukong.

"What can I do, if they don't sleep, even if I have great ability, I can't do anything. The old man said helplessly.

The old man's secondary occupation is to touch porcelain, and his main job is to be a pickpocket, claiming that there is nothing he can't steal, and the old monk took a fancy to Tang Seng's robe and Zen staff, and wanted the old man to help him steal it.

At first, the old man refused, because he recognized these people as the group of people who had beaten a group of his accomplices into pigs' heads on the street during the day.

But under the old monk's repeated bets, the old man still gritted his teeth and agreed, after all, he came out to steal it for money.

Since he can earn a little more, then this risk can be ignored, and he naively thought, maybe the other party will not beat the old man, after all, the other party is still a group of monks.

The old man has also missed in the past few experiences, but the other party didn't pursue too much because he was an old man, and since then he has become even more serious, anyway, he is an old man.

The reason why he knew the old monk was that he once came to the temple to steal something and met the old monk face to face, and then he was dragged to the backyard by the old monk and had a good time.

After the old monk beat him, he left a contact information by the way, after all, no one knows if this guy will come to his temple again.

When the old monk saw Tang Seng's robe, he knew that the contact information he kept could be used.

However, after the old man came, he was very annoyed to see that Tang Seng and the others had been refusing, after all, he only knew the old man as a thief, so he could only keep increasing the remuneration to make the old man nod.

After all, stealing things is not something he should do as a monk.

He couldn't do it either.

The old man sneaked to the door of Tang Seng's room again, and this time he brought a large amount of incense.

After blowing all the incense he brought into the room, the old man pinched his nose and looked into that eye.

Tang Seng and Sun Wukong had already fallen asleep on the bed, Tang Seng pressed on Sun Wukong, and Sun Wukong slept very peacefully.

It's also good to be a flower thief at your own level, the old man thought to himself, and then sneaked into the room.

The package was thrown on by Zhu Bajie, and the old man rummaged through it.

"What are you looking for?" asked Sun Wukong, leaning on the old man's shoulder.

"Robe, do you see it? The old man, Tang Seng's clothes were torn out and thrown aside, and he asked without looking back.

As soon as he finished asking, beads of sweat ran down his head.

He turned his head and saw Sun Wukong smiling at him.

"Someone hired me, don't beat me, I said all. When the old man saw Sun Wukong pick up the golden hoop stick, he immediately softened and collapsed to the ground.

Sun Wukong's golden hoop stick, he has seen it very well, and he smashed a big man's finger casually, if he was hit by such a thing, it is estimated that his soul will return to the west, so the moment Sun Wukong took out the golden hoop stick, the old man decided, confess, be lenient, and resist strictly.

"Oh no, it's on fire, come and put out the fire. There was a shout outside the door.

"Where is the fire?" Tang Seng sat up with a sigh of relief, and saw two people in front of him in a daze.

Sun Wukong inhaled and found that there was indeed a smell of burning in the air.

Sun Wukong and Tang Seng pushed the door and walked out, and saw that the old monk's room was burning with fire.

As soon as they heard that there was a fire, the monks came out of their rooms and poured buckets of water into the room.

Sun Wukong and Tang Seng also hurried up to help.

Sun Wukong, Tang Seng and the monks didn't notice it, when they were in a hurry to fight the fire, the old monk disappeared.

"In vain, I believe you so much, you actually want to confess me?!" The old monk grabbed the old man's clothes and punched the old man, beating the old man a little confused.

"You, listen to me, those people are not ordinary people, especially that monkey, you don't know how heavy his stick is. The old man hurriedly explained.

"How heavy can it be, is it as heavy as the strength I have to beat you?" The old monk punched the old man again.

The old man nodded bitterly.

"I think you're itchy and underwhelmed. When the old monk raised his hand and wanted to beat the old man again, Zhu Bajie happened to turn over.

The old monk was frightened by Zhu Bajie's movements, and froze in place and didn't dare to move.

After waiting for a while, the old monk saw that Zhu Bajie just turned over, breathed a sigh of relief, and then glared at the old man viciously.

"I can't be blamed for that. The old man said aggrievedly.

"Don't blame you, do you blame me?" The old monk raised his hand and wanted to leave the old man, but thought that Zhu Bajie might wake up at any time, so he pushed the old man to the ground and rummaged through the package.

"You're such a guy who wants to die in a robe, you set the fire outside, right?"

"What if it's mine, take a house and exchange it for a robe with aura, it's worth it. The old monk found the robe and wrapped it in his arms, looked at Zhu Bajie, who was still asleep, and pushed the old man to leave with him.

The fire set by the old monk is also quite bizarre, because this fire not only attracted the attention of Tang Seng and his apprentices so that he could steal the robe, but also provoked a monster.

The black bear spirit who was fighting the fire and the old monk with a robe in his arms looked at each other.

"Who are you?" they said at the same time.

"I, I'm here to put out the fire. They replied at the same time.

"Well, then, let's save each other. The two of them said goodbye at the same time, the black bear carrying the bucket wanted to run to the burning house, and the old monk carried his robe and wanted to quickly find a place to hide.

The old monk didn't run a few steps, probably because he was nervous, he tripped over the stone under his feet, staggered to his knees, and the robe in his arms also fell to the ground.

The black bear spirit heard the old monk's cry and hurriedly looked back, and saw the old monk who fell down with his buttocks, and the robe that was pressed by the old monk and exuded Buddha light.

Greed is such a thing as not only human beings, but also bears.

The old monk naturally couldn't beat the bear, the black bear spirit slapped the old monk on the ground, picked up the robe, didn't even save the fire, and left with the robe.