Although he was not afraid of the flames, Sun Wukong didn't want to eat the smoke in vain, so he left a fake body in place, and the real body also flew outside the Zen courtyard.

The night was dark and the wind was high, and the monks were busy until the second half of the night, and the little monk Guangmou also took a look through the gap, and saw that the two monks were sleeping soundly, so he went to report to Elder Jinchi, "Master, the big thing has been decided!"

Elder Jin Chi's eyebrows turned into a figure of eight and patted Guangmou's shoulder heavily.

Torches were thrown around, and the fire burst into flames.

In the blink of an eye, the wind fueled the fire, and the three monks' houses were soon surrounded by flames.

Xu was afraid that people would not put out the fire when they saw the water running, so Guangmou arranged for a few people to carry buckets and prepare to pretend to put out the fire.

Seeing this, Guangzhi on the side said, "You fool, why are you still fighting fires, if a bucket of water is really extinguished, the monk survives, what should I do?!"

Guangmou smiled, showed a mouthful of white teeth and said, "What do you smell in the bucket?!"

Guangzhi leaned in and sniffed his nose, and said in surprise: "Changming lamp oil?!"

Guangmou nodded, and sure enough, the monks who pretended to put out the fire splashed the oil drum, and the flames instantly ignited five or six meters high.

"Senior brother, what a trick!" Guangzhi couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

However, Sun Wukong didn't want them to go so well.

The wind was not small, and Sun Wukong blew a breath from afar and used a wind exhalation technique.

The black wind dragon rushed from the black night with its teeth and claws, and the monks couldn't see clearly, only to hear a sudden "whoosh" in their ears, and the burning fire exploded.

Sparks are splashing and tongues of fire are dancing.

The surrounding meditation rooms and monks' rooms were all ignited at once, and they spread out under the strong wind.

"It's out of the water!"

"Hurry up and wake up the monks in Xishan and put out the fire!"

The scene was chaotic in an instant, and even one of the people in a hurry splashed the lamp oil barrel in his hand!

"Boom!"

"Zhichen, what are you doing!" Guangzhi shouted angrily, almost blowing up his lungs.

......

The fire did not develop according to the plan, but grew bigger and bigger, and the monks used up all the water in the vat, but it was only a drop in the bucket for the raging fire.

There were fires burning everywhere in the Guanyin Zen Temple, and it was impossible to extinguish them.

So the monks no longer put out the fire, and began to rescue things, moving boxes and cages, grabbing tables and serving pots, and complaining all over the courtyard.

When the sky dawned, the hundreds of monks who had put out the fire overnight were disgraced, and their bodies were full of traces of fire.

Elder Jin Chi sat slumped on the ground and looked up at the sky.

The sky was overcast at this time, as if it was a joke on him, and it began to drizzle.

At this time, a monk walked towards Elder Jinchi with a round object, "Old courtyard master, there is actually a piece of this left where the white-faced monk is, can you see what it is?"

Elder Jin Chi smiled sadly, the huge foundation was ruined, but fortunately, the brocade robe was safe and sound.

But at this time, I really can't tell whether I lost or earned.

He took the black ball-shaped thing, squinted at it, and asked, "Where did this thing come from?"

"I heard Senior Brother Guangmou say that it was felt from the position where the white-faced monk was sitting, and it was round with golden spots, maybe some kind of treasure!" the monk explained.

Elder Jinchi took advantage of the rain to wipe it clean, revealing a stony surface mixed with golden stars.

"Amitabha, I didn't expect to murder a high monk who gave birth to relics, what a sin!" Elder Jin Chi pretended to sigh.

The disciple with a dark face on the side persuaded: "Patriarch, don't mind, this may be the fate of the law, the origin of the fate is extinguished, and I deserve one more relic in the pagoda of my Zen Temple!"

Elder Jin Chi nodded and handed the "relic" in his hand to the little boy beside him.

"You first pack up the monastery, make some silver or send some free pilgrims to rebuild the temple, and what about the brocade robe I put on the offering table?

The other boy received the order, and immediately trotted to the north of the detached temple, which had not been affected by the fire, and entered the offering hall.

"Oh no, the treasure robe is gone, my life is over, and the old courtyard master will stick me to death!"

The child's legs and stomach were weak, and he sat directly on the ground and cried.

When a monk heard this, he went to inquire about it, and only then did he know that something had happened.

"Patriarch, woe to you, that treasure robe has been lost!" a young monk ran over and complained.

Elder Jin Chi hurriedly stood up, grabbed the young monk's arm, glared and asked, "What did you say?!"

At this time, Xuanzang returned to this world and appeared in a ruin, just seen by several little monks.

"Ahh

Several little monks shouted and ran towards Elder Jinchi, causing everyone to be surprised.

Through the running figures of several little monks, the monks saw a handsome monk in white clothes for a month, stepping in the black ruins.

As if the fire hadn't stained him for half a minute, with a kind smile on his face, "Amitabha, everyone, good morning!"

The monks were so frightened that they all retreated.

Elder Jin Chi's lower abdomen moved, and he felt out of control, and a fishy smell appeared on his thighs.

"You...... Are you a human or a ghost?" asked Elder Jin Chi with a weak heart.

Without waiting for Xuanzang to answer, he heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from outside the courtyard, and saw Sun Wukong leading the white dragon horse and carrying a burden from the direction of the courtyard gate.

"You ...... Why aren't you dead?" Guangmou was shocked, "I obviously saw you burned to death in the back room!"

Sun Wukong showed mockery on his face, grinning at the monks for a while, frightening them to retreat again and again.

"Fortunately, my master is like a god, and he knows that you monks have bad intentions, so let me make plans early, but just because you little bald donkeys also want to kill my old grandson......" Sun Wukong was saying, when he suddenly felt a gust of wind coming from him, and then "bang".

"Oh, Master, why are you beating me!" Sun Wukong covered his head and gasped in pain.

Suddenly, Sun Wukong saw Xuanzang's shining head, and then he realized that he seemed to have scolded the master with him just now.

"Who is Guangzhi, Guangmou?" asked Xuanzang with a smile.

All the monks retreated again, leaving only Guangzhi and Guangmou standing in front.

Xuanzang raised his eyebrows and said, "Just the two of you?"

The eyes are a little subtle, because in the original book, these two people are the murderers and arsonists.

The two of them looked a little bad, and Guangzhi said: "What do you want to do, I warn you, the two of us are the descendants of the old courtyard master, and you can't be wild here!"

Guangmou secretly copied a monk knife into his hand, and after Guangzhi spoke, he slashed at Xuanzang while Xuanzang didn't notice him.

At the same time, his mouth burst into the mouth: "What do you have to say, Guangzhi, kill him!"

Guangzhi's eyes flashed fiercely, and he picked up an iron rod from the ground and attacked from the other side.

The bones of the two were far more than ordinary mortals, and the weapons made a wind sound in the air.

"Buzz!"

Then there was a "ding" sound.

"What!"

"How is that possible!"

The monks had already covered their eyes and couldn't bear to look at them, but they were already stunned at this time.