Before entering the palace, Sanzang repeatedly instructed Wukong to keep a low profile, because the dispute over the brocade robe in Journey to the West was caused by Wukong and the abbot's struggle for wealth. The ending was very tragic, Tang Sanzang didn't want such a thing to happen, so he gave the monkey a preventive shot first.

"Looking at the two elders, they must have come from afar. If you can walk thousands of miles of desert to come here, your Excellency must be extraordinary. Lao Gon is the abbot of the hospital Jin Chi, specially to welcome the distinguished guests, our temple is simple and vulgar, difficult to enter the eyes of the law, but also please two do not dislike. An old monk who couldn't be older anymore, with the support of two little novices, trembled out to greet the Sanzang Army.

"Oh, it turned out to be Elder Jinchi, the poor monk is a monk from the Tang Dynasty who went to the Western Holy Realm to seek scriptures, and this is my apprentice Sun Wukong. The poor monk traveled a long way, hungry and thirsty, passing by your temple, and took the liberty to come to disturb. Sanzang remembered what was said in the book, that Jinchi was at least two or three hundred years old, and he was really too old to be human.

"You, you are the Tang Dynasty monk Tang Sanzang? Oh, the old man has eyes and doesn't know Mount Tai, and he has neglected the holy monk, please sit down, serve tea, serve tea. After listening to the introduction, the old monk's eyes were shining, and the trembling excitement of the old hand gave Tang Sanzang enough reason to believe that he was his fan.

Half a minute later, the holy monk leisurely held the teacup, comfortably enjoying the sweetness of the tea, such a refreshing feeling, is to give a god dang, afraid that it is not enough. In addition to enjoying himself, Tang Sanzang did not forget Ao Bai, who had worked hard, specially brought a bucket of water for him to drink, and told the little monk who was guarding to wipe his sweat and take care of him carefully.

After the tea and dinner, Lao Jinchi opened the conversation: "I don't know if the holy monk went to the West Heaven to seek scriptures, did he bring any treasures and take them out to open his eyes?"

"The elder is wrong in what he said, the poor monk is only going to the West Heaven to ask for scriptures in front of the Buddha, where will he bring any treasure?" Hearing this, Tang Sanzang was secretly annoyed in his heart, damn, Lao Tzu's last bite of food has just been swallowed, and your old boy came to ask for treasure, so he was too anxious.

"Hehe, in this way, the holy monk is really a high wind and bright festival, the old man is very admired, since this is the case, please rest early, the old man retires. After the old monk finished speaking, he bowed to Tang Sanzang and turned to leave.

Tang Sanzang was dumbfounded, this old man was chattering, it was too direct, hmph, I'm afraid it's not that simple. So, he specially told Wukong: "Wukong, this old monk is eccentric, maybe he will come up with some ghost tricks, let's be careful." ”

"Master, you are also sensitive, my grandson thinks this old man is good, quite real. Sun Wukong had a good impression of the old man, and expressed a different opinion at the moment.

"Dead monkey, as the so-called people can't look good, the sea can't fight, the old man is hundreds of years old, people are old and fine, old ginger is spicy, you can't guard against it. Tang Sanzang reminded Wukong not to be fooled by the old man's appearance.

"Master, we don't have any treasures with us, what are we afraid of? Besides, if they really dare to rob them, then they have to weigh whether they have the ability. The monkey smiled, disapproving.

"Stupid, aren't my nine-tin ring staff and brocade robe all treasures? Worried that the wall has ears, Sanzang whispered.

"Don't worry, Master, I don't think that old man needs these things, he wants a magic weapon that can save his old life. The monkey lay leisurely on the bed, his face lifted with ease.

"Well, you seem to see a sign of something. "Sun Wukong has a wide range of knowledge, and the archmage still pays more attention to his opinions.

"I think this old man is four or five hundred years old, and if he can live to this point and not die, I'm afraid that he has cultivated some strange arts. The path of cultivation is an act of seizing heaven and earth, and it will not be tolerated by heaven and earth. Therefore, every 500 years, thunder will fall to punish the cultivators. So in order to survive, the old man must try every means to find a magic weapon that can resist the curse, after all, his time is running out. Sun Wukong introduced to the master very carefully.

"Yes, then can you see what method that old man used to cultivate?" Hearing this, Tang Sanzang felt that his knowledge was shallow.

"Look at the black aura on his face, I'm afraid it's not some kind of upright means, I guess it's practicing with some monster, right?" Sun Wukong made a judgment with an affirmative face.

"I see, he is cultivating with a black bear, no wonder he can live for so long. "Now the archmage understands thoroughly.

"Master, then what are we going to do to sweep away these monsters?" Sun Wukong had a little itchy hands and asked with a smile.

"No, as long as they don't harm anyone and don't come to offend us, why not let them go, after all, it's not easy to practice. Sanzang admonished.