Entering the temple, Elder Jinchi sent people to serve fast meals and tea, and gave warm hospitality.

After eating, Elder Jin Chi suddenly asked, "The holy monk has come from the Eastern Soil Kingdom, I wonder if there are any treasures that can be borrowed from the disciples?" ”

"The elder said with a smile, the poor monk traveled all the way, sleeping in the open air, where is there any treasure?" Tang Sanzang replied modestly.

But at this moment, Sun Wukong couldn't help jumping out and said, "Master, don't you have a baby robe in your luggage?" ”

"Robes?"

When Elder Jin Chi heard this, he couldn't help but be happy.

"Don't hide it from the monk, I, Elder Jinchi, have collected dozens of boxes of robes so far, and I have seen all kinds of robes, can this also be called a treasure? It's ridiculous! ”

Beside Elder Jin Chi, the donkey-faced monk did not shy away from sneering.

"Tang monk, if you don't dislike it, you might as well go to the back room to see my collection over the years."

Elder Jin Chi said with a smile.

After all, eating people has a short mouth and a short hand, where would Tang Sanzang dare to refuse.

So, he followed Elder Jin Chi and the others to the back room.

Elder Jin Chi immediately began to show off, ordering all the boxes to be opened, revealing all the hundreds of robes that had been collected over the years.

He was on crutches, with a smile on his lips and pride, the most proud masterpiece of his life.

But at this moment, Sun Wukong couldn't help but smile lightly: "Old monk, just these few rags are worthy of being called treasures?" Laugh to death your grandfather grandpa. ”

"Come here, I'll show you what a baby is today."

Sun Wukong took his luggage over, opened it immediately, and showed the Jinlan robe given by Guanyin Bodhisattva before Tang Sanzang left.

Suddenly, the light was dazzling, and the whole room was reflected in a transparent light.

There was a burst of jewels on the robe, and vaguely, there seemed to be an unpredictable chanting sound lingering in the ears, making people feel a sense of empowerment.

Seeing this scene, Elder Jin Chi and the other young monks were all dumbfounded, dumbfounded, and suspected that they had seen something wrong.

They have been monks all their lives, but they have never seen such magnificent robes.

The hundreds of robes that Elder Jin Chi had collected in front of him were instantly eclipsed, as if they were garbage in the corner, not worth mentioning.

Under the emotion, Elder Jin Chi walked forward tremblingly with a cane, carefully stroking and looking at the brocade robe, as if he was treating his own lover.

"It is worthy of being a high-ranking monk from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Soil, I have lived in Jinchi all my life, and I have never seen such a precious robe."

"Can the holy monk lend me this robe for a night, and when the holy monk leaves, I will return this treasure robe to the holy monk."

"I also invited the holy monk, but I am old and dead in this life, this is my only wish!"

Elder Jin Chi rubbed his hands and begged bitterly, but Tang Sanzang had no choice but to agree.

At night, Elder Jin Chi lit a candle and admired the Jinlan robe inch by inch.

But a moment later, he burst into tears.

The donkey-faced young monk Guangzhi couldn't help frowning and asking.

"Although this Jinlan robe is good, the Tang monk will take it away tomorrow, and it will not belong to me again!" Elder Jin Chi wiped his tears and lamented repeatedly.

The donkey-faced monk Guangzhi sneered, "Elder, what's so difficult about this? You only need to put a fire in that room and burn the two of them to death, and from then on, this brocade robe will belong to the elders forever. ”

Saying that, Guangzhi also symbolically made a throat cutting action.

Elder Jin Chi's pupils widened, and he was a little hesitant, but when he thought of Jinlan's robe, he immediately turned his heart sideways and advised, "Do it clean!" ”

"Elder rest assured, wrap it up on the disciple!"

Guangzhi patted his chest, swore an oath, and then began to act immediately.

……

After one night, the entire temple was in ruins, and only the meditation room where Tang Sanzang lived was still in good shape.

As for Elder Jinchi, he had been burned to ashes because of his inconvenience, and he had finally paid the price for his greed.

However, the Jinlan robe was missing and could not be found.

Sun Wukong immediately asked Xiang Guangzhi and other disciples, and then learned that not far from this Guanyin Zen Temple, there is a Black Wind Mountain, and there is a Black Wind Cave on the Black Wind Mountain, and there is a black bear spirit living in the cave, which may be related to him.

Under a burst of intimidation, Sun Wukong asked Guangzhi and other disciples to take care of Tang Sanzang, and then left on the clouds and went to the Black Wind Cave of Black Wind Mountain.

For this difficulty, Sun Wukong knows all the details.

Although he is now bound by the black gold hoop and has to travel west, he will not fully follow the plan of Buddhism to travel west.

He omitted all kinds of links, and immediately carried the golden hoop stick directly in front of the Black Wind Cave of Black Wind Mountain, and shouted: "Black Bear Spirit, get out of my old grandson!" ”

Not long after, the black bear spirit poured out of the mountain gate with a group of monsters and surrounded Sun Wukong.

"Who are you? Dare to shout in front of my mountain gate, don't die! ”

The black bear spirit held a spear in his hand and shouted loudly.

"My old grandson is the Monkey King who made trouble in West Tianling Mountain five hundred years ago, I ask you, you stole the Jinlan robe, hand it over immediately, my old grandson can spare you from death!"

Sun Wukong was carrying a golden hoop stick, looking like a hanger, and he didn't take this black bear spirit in his eyes at all.

"Who am I, it turns out to be you, a monkey! If it was five hundred years ago, or not long ago, my black bear saw that you would naturally take a detour, as far as you can to avoid it. ”

"But now, you are bound by the black gold hoop and suppressed to the point that only the cultivation of the golden immortal, what is this king afraid of! Haha......"

The black bear spirit burst into a rampant laugh and couldn't close his mouth.

Obviously, Western Buddhism has spread the news that Sun Wukong was suppressed by the black gold hoop to only the golden immortal.

If it weren't for this, how could these monsters who couldn't get on the stage dare to obey the wishes of Western Buddhism and set up a catastrophe on the Journey to the West.

Even if Sun Wukong is bound by a black gold hoop, if there are quasi-saints or even saints, wouldn't they have only one way to die in front of them?

But now, they have nothing to fear.

"Look for death, eat my grandson!"

Sun Wukong was furious, and immediately lifted the golden hoop stick and smashed it hard.

Sonorous and sonorous......

Immediately afterwards, the crisp sound of fine iron striking was endless, shaking the mountains and fields, piercing through the gold cracked stones.

However, the Black Bear Spirit and Sun Wukong only fought for seven or eight rounds before they were immediately defeated.

The so-called emaciated camel is bigger than a horse, even if Sun Wukong is suppressed by the black gold hoop, his combat experience and skills are at the level of a saint, and his cultivation is the fighting holy technique given by Jiang Feng, he is invincible at the same level, and can even fight beyond the level.

How could a mere black bear spirit be his opponent?

"Wukong, wait!"

At this time, Guanyin Bodhisattva descended from the sky and hurriedly stopped it.

Sun Wukong didn't care, as if he didn't hear it, and killed the black bear spirit on the spot with a stick.