Last night, there was a mountain of firewood and grass that burned to the sky, but now the meditation hall has not been damaged at all, and there is not the slightest trace of fireworks.

O living Bodhisattva!

In the crowd, the two monks of Guangmou and Guangzhi had colorless faces, and they ran to report to the old master in a panic.

The other monks all knelt down in front of Tang Seng and prayed: "We have no eyes and no beads, we don't know the lower realm of the living Buddha, and we hope to forgive our sins! The robes of the living Buddha are in the back of the abbot and the ancestor!"

"Hurry up and take me to find it!" Sun Wukong yelled.

The monks hurriedly took Tang Seng and the two to the backyard. Guangmou and Guangzhi ran into the abbot's room early, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw that the person on the golden pond had tears on his face, sweating profusely, and was looking for something in a panic, and whispered in his mouth: "Where is the robe! What about the robe......

The two of them ran up and grabbed the Venerable Jinchi, and said with a sad face: "Master, it's not good! Those two elders are living Buddhas! Last night's fire didn't burn them, but burned our temple to the ground, and now they have come to ask for robes!"

"Where is the robe, where is the robe?...... "The man paused, walked with his feet, and shouted with his hands fluttering.

The robe is missing?

Guangmou and Guangzhi only felt a loud bang in their heads: The robe is gone? How can this be explained to the two living Buddhas?

The two of them hurried to look for it, lifted the quilt, overturned the cabinet, and hurriedly messed around for a while, but they couldn't find it! The three of them sat down on the ground in a daze, and they didn't know what to do.

The Venerable Master Jin Chi said with a hollow look in his eyes: "I know! I know! The robe must have been secretly taken back by those two people! They deliberately revealed the treasure in order to arouse our greed and make us commit this great sin of Buddhism, this is a trap! It is a trap! They know that this is the Guanyin Monastery, but they still dare to do this, it is a trap, this trap is not small, it is aimed at the Bodhisattva!"

Guangmou and Guangzhi looked at each other and thought so.

"We are ashamed of the Bodhisattva and the Buddha, how can we be good?

The Venerable Jin Chi suddenly stood up with a sad expression, slowly walked to the wall, and slammed into the wall, until his brain flowed, and his fate returned to the western sky.

At this moment, Tang Seng and his party had already arrived.

A monk shouted: "Master, the two masters are living Buddhas, they are here to ask for robes, please return them to them!"

Guangmou and Guangzhi glanced at each other, clasped their palms together and chanted Amitabha, gritted their teeth, and both slammed into the wall, chasing the people in the gold pool.

The monk outside saw that no one in the room answered, but heard two "bah" sounds, and didn't know what was going on. Sun Wukong didn't care about anything else, just walked forward and pushed the door open.

There were three people lying crookedly under the corner of the room, all of them bleeding from their heads, and they couldn't survive.

The other monks also followed, and when they saw the situation in the room, they didn't know what to do. Tang Seng also sighed and chanted Amitabha.

Sun Wukong saw that the room was messy, as if someone had turned it over, so he hurriedly went to look for the robe, but he didn't find it for a long time. He jumped in front of the master of the Zen monastery with a whoosh, pulled the master's chest, and shouted, "Where is the robe?

"I, I...... I don't know!" the master was terrified, and his voice trembled.

Sun Wukong said angrily: "Look in this room, someone has obviously turned it over! Who took it and hid it? Hurry up and hand it over to me!"

The monks were frightened and defended:

"I didn't take it!"

"I really didn't take it!"

"We didn't take it!"

"It's obviously in the ancestor's room, where did it go?"

"I really don't know!"

Sun Wukong glared angrily and scolded: "Didn't take it? I didn't take it! It's so good! It seems that the robe has gone and lost it!"

The monks of the whole temple were frightened by the divine power exuded by Sun Wukong, and the master of the courtyard heard that Sun Wukong wanted a roster, so he hurriedly ordered someone to quickly take it out and hand it to Sun Wukong.

Sun Wukong took it in his hand and shouted: "The whole temple has stood in the courtyard for me, I want to check them one by one!"

All the people in the monastery stood in the patio. Yesterday in the patio was a sunning robe, but today it is changed to a bald head.

Sun Wukong looked at the roster, the temple masters, elders, room heads, monks, head tuo, novices, etc., a total of two hundred and thirty people.

Sun Wukong held the booklet in one hand, and used the other hand to search the body, calling a name, searching a person, and standing on the right after the search.

I searched until there was no one on the left, and I didn't see the slightest shadow of the robe.

Sun Wukong turned his head to look at Tang Seng, who was sitting next to him, looking anxious.

Sun Wukong was also anxious, if he recited the mantra, it would not be fun! He threw away the roster, called a few honest monks, and opened the boxes, cabinets, clothes and miscellaneous items that were snatched out of the fire one by one, and searched carefully and carefully, but still found nothing.

Sun Wukong scratched his head and thought: Where did the robe go?

Suddenly, I had a headache!

It turned out that Tang Seng saw that he couldn't find the robe, so he recited the mantra.

That kind of pain is painful into the brain and marrow, it hurts into the soul, and it penetrates into the bottom of the heart. Sun Wukong rolled to the ground with his head in his hands, screaming miserably: "Don't read it! Don't read it! I promise to return your robe! Master! Don't read it......"

"At that time, I told you not to show off, but you didn't listen to the advice! Now that the robe is gone, how can you explain!" Tang Seng angrily reprimanded.

Sun Wukong is such a fierce and vicious person, but Tang Seng treated him well, and the monk is really a monk.

When the monks saw that Sun Wukong was in terrible pain, they all pleaded with Tang Seng, and Tang Seng stopped reading.

Sun Wukong jumped up, took out the golden hoop stick from his ear, and rushed over to beat those monks.

Tang Seng shouted: "Aren't you afraid that your head hurts, and you still want to hurt people!"

Sun Wukong was showing his robe in front of the Venerable Master Jinchi at that time, because he was angry that Guanyin gave Tang Seng that tight mantra, and wanted to use Guanyin Zen Monastery to vent his anger, but he didn't expect to provoke Tang Seng to recite the mantra, and the anger in his heart was incomprehensible, and he wanted to beat those monks into meat cakes with a stick. was drunk by Tang Seng, but he didn't dare to fight, and he was angry for a while, grinning there, scratching his ears and cheeks.

Tang Seng said coldly: "Give me another interrogation, you must find out the robe!"

The monks looked at Tang Seng's cold face like a Shura, and then looked at Sun Wukong with a fierce look, trembling in their hearts, kowtowing and begging: "Divine monk!

Sun Wukong saw that they really didn't look like they were lying, and walked back to the abbot's room, groping the three dead bodies inside and out, but there was still no robe. He searched the walls, cracks, and floors of the house carefully, but there was still no trace.

Sun Wukong squatted on the ground with his head in his hands, grabbed his head and scratched it, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, jumped out of the room, and asked, "Are you any monsters here?"

"Yes, yes......" replied the master.

Before he finished speaking, Sun Wukong jumped up and grabbed the owner: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"The master didn't ask!" said the courtyard master with a bitter face.

Sun Wukong's eyes stared fiercely at the courtyard master, and shouted: "Tell me quickly! What monster?

Sun Wukong asked aggressively, and the master of the courtyard trembled: "There is a Black Wind Mountain in the south, and there is a Black Wind Cave in the mountain, and there is a Black King in the cave, surnamed Xiong Ming. King Xiong often came to our monastery to talk with our old master of the temple and preached the scriptures, and the old master learned the method of immortality from him, so he lived a long life of 270 years. Although he is a fairy, he never does evil, and we do not believe that he took the robe......"

"How far is it?" the courtyard master was about to say more, but Sun Wukong interrupted him impatiently.

"Twenty miles, you see, it's that mountain!" the courtyard master shuddered and pointed to the south with his hand.

Sun Wukong released the master of the courtyard and said to Tang Seng: "Master, don't worry! The robe must have been stolen by the monster, and Lao Sun will go and come back!"

"That mountain has been here for more than twenty miles, how did the monster know that there was a robe in the temple last night? How did he conclude that he had come to steal it?" Tang Seng was a little unconvinced.

Sun Wukong said: "You didn't see last night's fire, burned half of the sky, don't say twenty miles, even two hundred miles can see the fire! The monster must have seen the fire, wanted to come to fight the fire, went to the temple and saw our robe, knew that it was a Buddha treasure, so the fire was not saved, and the robe was stolen!"

Tang Seng pulled Sun Wukong and whispered: "You go, what should I do if I am here alone?"

"You can rest assured about this! secretly there is the protection of the gods, and I will call those monks to serve you. ”

Sun Wukong called all the monks over and instructed the master: "Send me more people, serve my master well, don't be thirsty and hungry, and feed me some good forage on that white horse!"

The head of the courtyard agreed.

Sun Wukong said with a straight face: "You have to remember it for me, don't say it in your mouth, wait for me to go and be the wind in your ears! Those who serve my master must be kind and pleasant, and those who raise white horses must have plenty of water and grass." If there's the slightest mistake, I'll give you a stick for each of you!"

As he spoke, he touched his hand to his ear, and suddenly a big golden rod suddenly appeared in his hand, Sun Wukong threw the golden hoop stick to the house that was burned by the fire, and the wind sounded, and the golden hoop stick hit the wall, shattering the wall, and the air wave shook down seven or eight layers of the wall.

Sun Wukong beckoned, summoned the stick back, danced a few stick flowers, and stuffed it into his ear.

The monks were so frightened by this supernatural power that they fell to the ground, knelt down and kowtowed, and said, "Grandpa, don't worry! We will do our best to worship the master, and we will never dare to slack off!"

Sun Wukong knew that they didn't dare to come nonsense, so he let go of his heart, and flew due south with a somersault.

One by one, the monks bowed to the sky: "It turns out that the gods and Buddhas who can soar through the clouds and drive the fog descend to earth! No wonder the fire can't be burned, the old courtyard master is really self-inflicted!"