As soon as he heard Sun Wukong say that Tang Seng had a precious robe, the little monks around him couldn't help laughing, and the master of the courtyard even said to Sun Wukong.

"Walker, my old master has practiced in this Zen temple for more than two hundred and sixty years, and the good men and women within a radius of hundreds of miles have given no less than hundreds of fine robes to the old master over the years. ”

Sun Wukong looked at everyone with a kind of king's contempt, a group of turtles.

The robes of the monks of the Tang Dynasty are the treasures of Buddhism, worn on the body, they can protect water and fire, and they can avoid falling into reincarnation. ”

was said by Sun Wukong so mysteriously, the old courtyard owner also moved his mind, begging Tang Seng to take out the robe for a look, Tang Seng was embarrassed, so he had to take out the brocade robe from his bag.

Once the robe is taken out, the hall will be full of auspiciousness, and there will be pure Buddha power blessed on the robe, so that the robe looks solemn, those precious gems on the robe are just a foil, but the pure Buddha power, faintly condensed the appearance of the law, so that all the monks in the world yearn for it and go crazy.

This kind of robe is worn on the body, it can indeed avoid falling into reincarnation, and no ghost dares to come to hook the soul, the treasure, the treasure of Buddhism.

For a while, all the monks in the Guanyin Monastery were stunned.

Tang Seng hurriedly put away his robe, and the glow in the house suddenly dissipated, falling into a long silence.

Suddenly, the old monk began to cry, and the other monks hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him and asked why he was crying.

"The old man has practiced for hundreds of years, and now I can see my Buddha, it is a mixture of joy and sorrow, and I can't help myself. The old monk wiped his tears and spoke eloquently.

"Holy monk, the old man has a reluctant request, I hope that the holy monk can stay in the Zen monastery for a few more days, and borrow the treasure robe for the old man to refer to in detail, which will definitely make the old man realize the Dharma, transcend reincarnation, and not in vain for the old man to practice Buddha in this world. ”

"This ......" Tang Seng ran out of ideas and looked at Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong nodded, indicating that there was no problem, Tang Seng nodded in agreement, and lived in a wing room of the Zen courtyard with Sun Wukong that night.

"Wukong, the so-called puff is not guilty, conceived its guilt, we have the treasure of Buddhism, we should be more low-key, only when we meet the Buddha can we wear it out, to show respect, usually it is better to press at the bottom of the box, I didn't look at the nine-ring tin staff, I have wrapped it in rags, let's go out, or less trouble. ”

In the wing room, Tang Seng painstakingly persuaded Sun Wukong.

"Monk, things should come, the past is not left, everything is a fixed number, you should have three disasters and nine difficulties along the way, some things can't be avoided, with me, what are you afraid of. ”

Sun Wukong cocked Erlang's legs, leaned against the wall, squinted his eyes, and waved his hand to Tang Seng.

Tang Seng saw that Sun Wukong couldn't listen to it, sighed, stopped talking, and fell asleep with his clothes closed.

After Tang Seng fell asleep, Sun Wukong performed a change, a single hair turned into a fake body, lying at the head of the bed, and the real body had turned into a floater and flew out of the window.

"If it weren't for the boredom of this saint and opening the eyes of heaven and earth to carefully observe the surroundings, it would not be possible to find that the palace territory of the dignified Bodhisattva actually has the breath of the power of the Southern Dipper, although this breath is extremely hidden. ”

Flying all the way through the main hall and passing through the other rooms, Sun Wukong came to the meditation room of the main residence of the old courtyard. At this moment, the old courtyard owner has already put the brocade robe on his body, crying for a while, laughing for a while, and several monks have been taking care of the old courtyard owner beside him, afraid that he will be too emotional, and if he dies again, the fun will be great.

Sun Wukong saw it in his eyes, and laughed in his heart, just like that, it is difficult to become a Buddha if you want to realize the Tao, but it is fast to become mentally ill, after cultivating Buddhism for so many years, color is empty, emptiness is color, this truth is not understood, and it is in vain to be a teacher.

Sun Wukong flew around in the meditation room, and finally found a secret door, turned into dust and passed through the secret door, and there was indeed a hole in it.

A small dark room, in which a statue of a god is enshrined, a trace of extremely vague Nandou Sheng's power, is emanating from this statue, and it is from this statue that the old master of the Guanyin Zen Temple is continuously supplied.

It is the statue of the longevity star monarch in the Six Divisions of the Southern Dipper.

I'll just say, a mortal without any cultivation, even if he studies Buddhism, it is impossible to live to be more than 270 years old, it turned out to be looking for foreign aid, a Buddhist monk, actually asked the Taoist longevity Xingjun for longevity, this relationship is really complicated, if Guanyin Bodhisattva knows, will he vomit blood angrily, Sun Wukong can't stop the bad thoughts.

"Old master, you always have to control your emotions, don't be happy and sad, it hurts your body too much. ”

In the meditation room, a monk who looked like a confidant spoke up.

"Master, I don't want to be so out of shape, but as soon as I see this robe, I can't put it down, and I am full of joy when I wear it on my body, as if the next moment, I can cultivate the right fruit, and see my Buddha, such a treasure, if you can wear it all year round, why worry about not becoming a Buddha?"

The old homekeeper acted as a confidant and said his truest thoughts.

"If the master likes this treasure, let's take it away, so that the master can wear it every day. ”

The confidant monk said to the old courtyard master with a fierce look on his face.

"Then how do you snatch it?" the old courtyard master was already fascinated by this treasure robe at this time, and hurriedly asked.

"There are more than 200 people in our temple, find some martial arts masters, kill these two foreign monks, and then bury them in the backyard. ”

What a vicious monk.

"This plan is not appropriate, then the Tang Dynasty monk is fine, but the walkers around him, at a glance, they know that the martial arts are strong, if we can't defeat it, wouldn't it be a trouble for ourselves, I have a plan, but the wish of the master of the academy can be achieved." ”

At this time, a little monk, who is usually very well-behaved, suddenly spoke, which surprised everyone else.

"If you have any plans, tell me quickly. The old courtyard master had a demon in his heart, and hurriedly spoke.

"As long as we seal the door outside the wing where the monk of the Tang Dynasty sleeps, pile it with firewood, and set a fire, then everything will be burned to ashes, and it will be useless to let him be strong in martial arts, and if anyone asks about this in the future, it can be said that it is a fire, and it has nothing to do with us. ”

The little monk's strategy is even more vicious than the big monk's.

"Okay, okay, do as you say!"

After hearing this, the old courtyard master immediately nodded in agreement, and did not see the little monk who came up with this plan, showing a strange smile below.

Since the old courtyard master spoke, more than 200 monks in the Guanyin Temple began to secretly carry firewood under the command of the little monk, blocking the wing room where Tang Seng was located, and closing the door.

The little monk didn't let people light the fire immediately, others didn't know, but he knew very well, not to mention that the fire in the mortal world was the true fire of samadhi in the sky, and it couldn't burn the Monkey King, but it would startle the snake and alarm the Great Sage, so that he had time to rescue Tang Seng.

The soul of this little monk has long been imprisoned in his body, and now the one who controls this body is the consciousness clone of the Longevity Star Monarch, one of the six divisions of the Southern Dipper!