"This ...... Is this really a holy relic passed down by the Bodhisattva?"

The old host approached, muttering that he was about to reach out and touch it.

Fahai gently pulled his hand aside, he didn't want the old monk to touch him.

Sun Wukong glared and said, "Why don't you believe it? Let me tell you, the robe worn by my master is made of silk and dyed with cinnabar." The gold and silver threads are skillfully churning, and the pearls and gems are embellished, how can such a dazzling thing be made by a mortal craftsman?"

The old host looked at the robe on Fahai's body with a pair of cloudy eyes, and his eyes were about to pop out.

I only heard him shudder and ask:

"Dare to ask the elder, you said that this robe was given by the Bodhisattva, I don't know which Bodhisattva?"

Fahai pointed to the courtyard gate behind him and said with a smile:

"Hey...... Isn't that the one you offered?"

"Guanyin Bodhisattva?" the old host exclaimed when he heard this, and his eyes immediately became more eager when he looked at the robe.

The old monk looked up at Fahai's tall body, and squeezed hard with a pair of cloudy eyes, and actually squeezed out a few tears.

Fahai was stunned and couldn't help but ask him:

"Why are you crying?"

The old host wiped his tears and suddenly said:

"Creation is ...... low"

This brainless sentence couldn't help but make Fahai a little puzzled, and immediately asked:

"Which piece is low? How low? You are low, I am low?"

The old host sighed heavily, and his wrinkled old face was full of sadness.

"Alas...... The treasure of the elder has just been unfolded, and it is getting late now, but the old man's eyes are dizzy and he can't see clearly, isn't it that the cultivation is low?"

Sun Wukong on the side said with a smile:

"Master, I see that this old monk must have been dazzled by our precious robe, why don't you take it off and borrow him to see it, so that he can see it?"

When the old host heard Sun Wukong's words, he looked very excited, and nodded at Fahai again and again:

"Exactly! Exactly, I wonder if the elder can ......," he said, one paw running towards Fahai's robe.

Fahai directly grabbed his hand and said with a smile on his face:

"Do you want to ask if I can take it off and borrow it for you to watch for a night?"

"Hey...... The elder really knows my heart very well, so you are ...... to say so."

Fahai exerted a slight force in his hand, and then only heard a few bone sounds of "quack", and the old monk's right hand muscles and bones were pinched into a ball by him.

"Ah......hh Kill me, Elder, why are you doing that?"

The old host screamed in pain, and the aching old waist arched like boiled shrimp.

"Does it hurt? Hmph, if you want me to borrow you, as long as you can hold on to thirty numbers, why not borrow you for a night?"

Don't look at the old monk's aching teeth at the moment, but when he heard Fahai's words, his head suddenly raised.

"Is that true?"

Fahai did not answer this nonsense, but said:

"If I can't stand it, I don't want people to say I'm abusing the elderly. One, two, three......" said and looked up the numbers.

"Ah......hh Mother, it hurts me to death, my hand is going to break!!" The old monk twitched in pain, as if he had epilepsy.

But although the old monk was pinched by Fahai and cried for his father, he didn't stop until all the thirty numbers were recited.

This made Fahai sigh at the strength of his obsession, it seems that the description in the original book is true, this old monk can really do anything for the baby.

"Huhuhu...... Elder you see......"

The old host was panting as he spoke, his face was sweating, and at this moment he only felt that his entire right hand was unconscious, as if it was broken.

"Okay!

Since the other party persevered, he naturally would not break his promise. Fahai gave him a thumbs up, didn't grind, and directly took off his robe and handed it over.

The moment the old host took the robe tremblingly, tears began to drip uncontrollably. Stretching out his left hand to caress the satin surface of the robe, his movements are gentle as if he is touching his lover's hand.

Seeing him so virtuous, Fahai couldn't help but roll his eyes, and he who was familiar with the plot naturally understood: I'm afraid it will be difficult to stop tonight.

The old host was happy and excited, and he did not forget to arrange guests.

"Come on, quickly arrange a room for the elders from the Tang Dynasty to rest. ”

Fahai stretched out his hand and said directly:

"The room doesn't need to be too good, just arrange the room of my master and apprentice opposite you. ”

In the middle of the night, in the quiet of the night, Fahai and Sun Monkey couldn't hold the bed in the meditation room and climbed onto the roof.

Sun Wukong yawned listlessly, and complained to Fahai beside him:

"Master, I said you were too worried, where did these monks get the guts to burn us?"

Fahai was dumbfounded.

"What do you know? I bet you, these monks must not be in a good mood!"

"Cut, I think you're just idle......

Fahai suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "Shh...... Shut up! Someone is coming. ”

Hearing Fahai's words, Sun Monkey suddenly became energetic, swept his eyes down, and really saw three or five young monks secretly carrying firewood around the meditation room.

Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong was suddenly so angry that he bared his teeth and scratched his ears and cheeks.

"Wow, these little cubs really have the guts?

As he spoke, he was about to jump down and do it, but Fahai suddenly punched him at this time, and shouted in a low voice:

"If you want to do it, then why are we hiding here?"

The monkey wondered, "Then master, what do you want? You can't watch them burn, right?" I haven't worn enough tiger skin skirts for my grandson. ”

Fahai leaned into his ear and muttered softly, and the monkey slowly smiled grimly after listening.

"Master, you deliberately asked for the room to be arranged opposite the old monk. But what if our robes burn out?"

Fahai knocked on the monkey's skull and said:

"The robe is made of silk, and it is invulnerable to fire and water, what are you afraid of? You don't have to worry about the rest, as soon as they set the fire, you will use a wind-blowing spell to blow the flames to the other side. ”

Sun Monkey patted his chest and said:

"Master, don't worry, this little thing is wrapped up in me. These deceitful monks dare to hit the attention of our masters and apprentices, and let them all go down to see Hades later!"

After a while, the area around the meditation room was already full of firewood, and one of the monks took out the fire from his bosom, opened the wooden cork and blew it twice, and the dim spark suddenly lit up.

Fahai watched the movements of the monks below, and the corners of his mouth sneered.

The reality was as he expected, the old monk was not greedy enough, and he took the Jinlan robe for himself, but he had the intention of killing people in the end. And they piled up so much firewood that they might burn their master and apprentice alive.

Let's not care if these mortal fires can hurt Fahai's master and apprentice in the slightest, but since the other party has this Yaxing, then simply accompany him to have a good time.

Thinking of this, the master and apprentice couldn't help but glance at each other, but saw that each other's faces were a little hideous.

But just as the house was set on fire, a young monk suddenly ran out of the old presiding meditation room opposite, shouting as he ran.

"Oh no! Oh no! Shizu was taken away by the blind bear. ”