The night is long, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

In the Guanyin Monastery, under the command of Elder Jinchi, the monks piled up firewood outside the meditation room where Tang Sen lived and sprinkled it with fire oil.

Elder Jin Chi held the torch and looked at the Zen courtyard, as if looking at the incomparable robe, holding a flame in his hand, and a flame in his eyes.

Turning around, he looked at the monks standing neatly behind him.

"Today, I have to work for everyone, my gold pool will not treat you badly, robe, I only need one! And when it is done, divide the robes that are in my room. ”

Elder Jin Chi was quite generous and promised a heavy reward.

With the Jinlan robe, what do you want to do with that pile of rags! It's an eyesore to look at!

Everyone present listened to the heart, but they knew how many exquisite robes the abbot had collected over the years, each of which was extremely precious, and they would not let everyone touch it on weekdays, so they all took it out and divided it.

Although I still have a trace of guilt in my heart for the Tang monk who died in vain, it doesn't matter!

If you want to blame him, blame him for 'the poor man walks in the dark alley', his wealth is not exposed, and he deserves to be robbed.

At the thought of this, the guilt in my heart disappeared, and only the ecstasy of imminent acquisition of a huge treasure remained.

……

Above the attic of the Zen room, the three of them witnessed everything that happened downstairs.

Sun Wukong was furious, and he was about to go downstairs with a stick and beat these vicious and bold mortals to death.

The little white dragon was also angry, how could there be such a hateful person, he was too vicious, he dared to kill people and set fire for a little silver, and he couldn't imagine it.

Tang Sen raised his hand to stop Sun Wukong.

"You monkey, you are always so impatient, the teacher told you that fighting and killing can't solve the problem." There was something in the tone

Hate iron does not make steel.

Wukong put away his stick and temporarily suppressed the anger in his heart, he had to listen to Master's words.

"Shall we just let them burn to death?" Sun Wukong's tone was quite irritable.

"Goku! Don't let anger cloud your eyes! Townsend frowned and rebuked loudly.

It's not that Sun Wukong wants to kill people, it's that he is annoyed that he will only carry a stick to fight and kill when he encounters something, not moving his mind, pure reckless behavior, just like that, sooner or later, people will have to calculate to death.

Seeing that Tang Sen was really angry, Sun Wukong suddenly came to his senses.

"Senior brother, don't be impulsive, I think there is a better way to come to the master." The little white dragon also persuaded on the side.

"If the apprentice knows his mistake, don't be angry." is very simple, Sun Wukong directly admitted his mistake.

There is no shame in admitting mistakes in front of one's master.

"Use your brains in case of trouble, think about the consequences, don't just carry a stick and fight with others, you have to control your temper."

Tang Sen looked at Sun Wukong, who bowed his head and admitted his mistake in front of him, and his tone was slightly reproachful.

Fortunately, I can still admit my mistakes and listen to words.

Turning his head, he looked at the little white dragon.

"Xiaobai, will you call for rain?"

Little White Dragon: ???

Xiaobai? What a broken name this is!

"Master, my name is Ao Lie."

"Okay Xiaobai, got it, Xiaobai."

Seeing that the name couldn't be changed, the little white dragon sighed helplessly.

Tired, destroy.

"Master, calling the wind and rain, walking through the clouds and fog, this is the natural power of our dragon clan, I naturally will."

"That's good, let's wait and watch the show."

Sun Wukong and Xiao Bailong looked at the mysterious master and couldn't help but look at each other.

……

Below, Elder Jin Chi threw the torch in his hand into the firewood soaked in the fire oil.

"Boom." Dry firewood with fire oil ignites at the touch of a button.

Seeing that the fire was getting stronger and stronger, thick smoke was billowing up, and the fire snake gradually spread to the attic of the meditation room.

Elder Jin Chi smiled happily, the monks smiled happily, and Guangzhi smiled happily.

And in the attic, Tang Sen also smiled happily.

You will not live!

Soon, the monks downstairs couldn't laugh.

They saw that in the midst of the fire, the meditation room was intact, but the fire was spreading towards them.

At this time, there was a gust of wind blowing, the fire became more and more vigorous, and the monks fled in a hurry in the fire, but as if they were trapped, they could only escape in a radius of dozens of meters, but they couldn't get out at all.

"Help! Help me! Walk the water, go out of the water. ”

Some people are crying, some are crying for help, some are breaking down, and some people are remembering the previous conflicts with the same door before they die, pushing people into the flames and taking the opportunity to take revenge.

The true appearance is revealed, and the ugliness is full of ugliness.

However, the elder of Jinchi, as if he had changed at this time, sat in place, not crying or screaming, with a smile on his face, and let the flames swallow him.

Looking at the tragic situation downstairs, the little white dragon couldn't bear it and wanted to plead.

Townsend was unmoved.

"Whoever kills, man will always kill him."

The little white dragon still couldn't speak, only a long sigh remained.

Sun Wukong is enlightened.

A few damned bad guys, kill them, think that when my grandson roared Huaguo Mountain, the people and fairies and demons he killed did not know how many, but what the master said was quite mysterious.

The sky-high flames continued to burn, and the wind blew stronger and stronger until it filled all the space below.

Everyone in the circle has nowhere to run but to bury the fire.

The wailing gradually decreased, and slowly, the fire consumed the last man, and the attic was completely silent.

There was only the sound of "crackling" flames.

Seeing that everyone was buried in the sea of fire, Sun Wukong withdrew the spell blessed on the attic of the meditation room, and also took back the "painting the ground as a prison" below.

A little stone turns into gold, and the attic is not afraid of fire. Painting the ground as a prison, the monks can't escape the boundary.

None of the three noticed that at the moment when Wukong's supernatural power was put away, a black gas quietly escaped from the edge and went straight to the west.

As soon as the magic trick in the little white dragon's hand changed, the wind slowly subsided, but the dark clouds in the sky gathered more and more.

After a while, heavy rain poured down.

extinguishing the burning flame also seemed to extinguish the burning greed in the hearts of the monks in the sea of burial fire.

When the fire was all extinguished, the sky gradually became white, and the night passed unconsciously.

The night buried all the sins, and the rain washed away all the filth without a trace.

On a new day, the world is still beautiful under the sun.

The other unsuspecting monks in the monastery also slowly gathered in front of the attic, talking about it.

It is nothing more than a fire in the Zen monastery last night, which unfortunately burned the abbot and several disciples.

The monks were curious that the fire last night did not spread to the whole courtyard, the fire was always controlled within a range, and in the flames, the meditation room in front of them was not damaged at all.

Like, a miracle.

Tang Sen saw everyone gathered and jumped directly from the window, and the two behind him hurriedly followed.

The mana surging under his feet, stepping in the air, and giving birth to lotus step by step.

Wearing a brocade robe and stepping on a golden lotus, a rainbow quietly appeared after the rain behind him.

The Tang Sen seems to be an immortal, and the true Buddha has come to the world.

Where have the monks below seen such figures, and then they remembered the miracle last night, and they knelt on the ground one after another, shouting "True Buddha".

"Amitabha, Elder Jinchi unfortunately died last night, and the poor monks are very sad, and I hope you will mourn."

Elder Jin Chi's conspiracy was not spread out, and Tang Sen didn't bother to care about it, so he could only say that Elder Jin Chi's fate was like this.

If he could restrain his greed and not have the heart to kill and rob, he would not have this catastrophe.

If you have a little compassion and prepare some water to extinguish the fire, you will not be helpless because you will be buried in the sea of fire.

It can only be said that the destiny of heaven is like this, and the Journey to the West, even if Tang Sen's tribulation is also the calamity of all living beings, and no one can escape it.

The first evil is dead, my Buddha is merciful, and Tang Sen doesn't want to pursue it anymore, so this matter should end here.

Everyone knows that I am afraid that the fire last night was not so simple, but the "True Buddha" is in front, even if there are many doubts in his heart, he can only temporarily suppress it.

On the contrary, the abbot and several important disciples in the temple died, vacating the positions, the power structure collapsed, the power of the Guanyin Monastery was reshuffled, and the leading monks looked at each other a few times, and the smell of gunpowder became stronger.

Only the little novices seemed to be unaware of the smell of gunpowder present, and still fell to their knees, weeping and rippling, still grieving for the abbot's death.

Tang Sen also ignored the eager crowd present, and walked straight to the southeast mountain with Sun Wukong and Little White Dragon.

He hadn't forgotten that there was also a black bear spirit in the Black Wind Mountain southeast of this Guanyin Zen Temple.

It depends on whether he knows each other or not, and the taste of the last barbecue bear paw can make Tang Sen remember it until now.

……

The black bear spirit is very annoying now, especially annoying.

Last night, I saw a raging fire in the Guanyin Zen Temple, and I thought there was a partner there, and I wanted to go to the rescue.

Yes, partners.

Here, Elder Jinchi used the Guanyin Monastery to attract worshippers who worshiped the Buddha, and he turned around and told the neighbor who would go down the mountain and when, and which way to go.

And the black bear spirit does some dirty things, kills people and grabs treasures, and that's how the hundreds of robes in the Jinchi Elder's room come from.

In exchange, Elder Jin Chi had to preach to the Black Bear Spirit every once in a while.

But this thing is quite hidden, and the start is quite clean, and occasionally some people will be spared.

So, until now, no one has found out.

But after a while, the wind was raging, and the wind was very strange, and the black bear knew it very well, I was afraid that the elder of Jinchi had offended some great person.

also extinguished the thought of going to the rescue, after all, it is just a general acquaintance, although it is more tacit to cooperate several times, but after all, he is just a mortal, and it is not cost-effective to offend the immortals for him!

Just watching a play on the cliff.

After that, the rain poured down, and the black bear spirit was so frightened that he hurriedly hid in the hole.

Calling the wind and rain, this is calling the wind and calling the rain! Which kind of power is this spell casting, this kind of spell is not something that ordinary little immortals can cast.

Although the door of the cave is closed, there is still a feeling that a catastrophe is imminent, and there is no way to avoid it, and there is no way to escape.

Lying on the bed in the cave, I couldn't sleep horizontally, but I missed my two "brothers" a little.

It just so happens that tomorrow is my birthday.

Nothing happened overnight.

The next day, as soon as the sky was bright, the black bear spirit with two big panda eyes sent his little demon to invite his two brothers to the banquet.

Just held a banquet to suppress yourself.