The lord of the house offered tea and made an offering for fasting.

It was still early, and I saw two children behind me, carrying an old monk out. Look at how he is dressed, wearing a Pilu square hat on his head, the jewel of the cat's eye stone, and a brocade wool shirt on his body, and the gold rim of jade fur is shining. A pair of monk's shoes to collect eight treasures, a cane embedded with clouds and stars. Her face is full of wrinkles, like the old mother of Lishan, and her eyes are dizzy, but she is like a dragon in the East China Sea. The mouth is not closed, the wind is falling, and the waist is hunched and the dorsia is flexed.

The monks said, "The master is here." ”

Jin Chanzi looked closely, but he was undoubtedly mortal, but he was full of strangeness, and he couldn't say where it was.

The old monk said: "The little ones said that the master from the Eastern Tu Tang Dynasty came out to see me." ”

Jin Chanzi said: "Build Baoshan lightly, I don't know what to do, forgive my sins, forgive my sins!"

The old monk said, "Don't dare, don't dare!" because he asked: "Master, how far is it to get here?"

Jin Chanzi said: "Out of the border of Chang'an, there are more than 5,000 miles, through the two boundary mountains, received a small apprentice, all the way, through the Xifan Hami country, after two months, there are five or six thousand miles, only to reach your place." ”

The old monk said: "It's thousands of miles away." I have spent my life in vain, and I have never gone out of the mountain gate. ”

Jin Chanzi asked again: "How long is the old courtyard master?"

The old monk said: "The idiot is two hundred and seventy years old. ”

Anyone who lives for a hundred years, there must be a cause in it, just about to ask carefully, Sun Wukong said: "This is still my grandson?"

Jin Chanzi glanced at him and said, "Be careful! Don't be ignorant of high and low collisions." ”

The monk was not surprised when he saw Sun Wukong's appearance, his eyes were calm, and he didn't see anger when he heard the words of Wandai Sun, so he asked, "Master, how old are you?"

Sun Wukong said, "Don't dare to say. ”

When the old monk saw this, he only thought that he was crazy, so he didn't mind, and he didn't ask anymore, just called for tea. There was a personal servant who took out a plate of mutton fat jade, and there were three tea bells inlaid with gold in blue. Another boy carried a white copper pot and poured three cups of fragrant tea. It's really a color deception, and the taste is better than the fragrance of osmanthus.

When the golden cicada saw it, he couldn't stop praising and said: "Good things, good things!

The old monk said: "Dirty eyes and dirty eyes! The old man is the kingdom of the Heavenly Empire, and he has a wide range of treasures, like such a utensil, how can he win the prize?

Jin Chanzi said: "Poor! My eastern soil, there is no treasure, even sometimes, the distance is far away, and I can't bring it." ”

Sun Wukong said on the side: "Master, I said that I was in the baggage before, and I saw that collar robe, isn't it a treasure?

When the monks heard about the robe, they sneered one by one.

Sun Wukong said: "Why are you laughing?"

The master said: "The master just said that the robe is a treasure, which is ridiculous. If we talk about robes, there are more than twenty or thirty pieces of robes that resemble those of our generation, and if we talk about my ancestors, who have been monks here for 256 years, there are seven or eight hundred!" ”

Seeing this, Jin Chanzi smiled as if these monks had already prepared, and looked at it.

The old monk, who was also a joke for a while, called the Taoist to open the storehouse, and the head of the cabinet was lifted, so he took out twelve cabinets, put them in the patio, unlocked them, set up hangers on both sides, and tied the ropes around them, shook off the robes one by one and hung them up, and asked the golden cicada to watch.

If it is late today, the night is low, and it seems that the robe is full of embroidery, and the four walls are ayaluo!

Sun Wukong looked at them one by one, they were all things that wore flowers and brocade, embroidered and sold gold, and said with a smile: "Okay, good, good, put away, put away! Take out ours and take a look." ”

Jin Chanzi also looked at the robe, all of them were mortal, and couldn't help but guess the mind of Guanyin Bodhisattva, pulled Sun Wukong away, and whispered: "Apprentice, don't fight with others to get rich." You and I are single, but I am afraid that there will be mistakes. ”

Sun Wukong said: "Look at the robe, what's wrong?"

Jin Chanzi said: "You haven't paid attention to it, the ancients had clouds, rare and good things, don't let you see greedy and hypocrites." If it is in sight, it will move its heart, and if it moves its heart, it will give birth to its plan. Thou art a man who fears evil, and thou hast answered his request. Otherwise, they will die and die, and they all start here, and the matter is not trivial. ”

Sun Wukong said: "Don't worry, rest assured! It's all on Lao Sun!" You see that he couldn't help but say, hurriedly walked away, untied a burden, there was already a glow bursting, there were still two layers of oil paper wrapped, go to the paper, take out the robe! When it was shaken open, the red light filled the room, and the court was full of color. When all the monks saw it, none of them praised it happily.

This robe is not a mortal thing, press the weaver girl, the goddess two immortal weaving do not mention, just say that the treasures on it do not know how many, there are wishful beads, mani beads, dust beads, wind beads, and the red agate, purple coral, night pearls, relics. Stealing the moon is white, and competing for red. The fairy spirit is empty, and the auspicious light is holy. And how can it be compared with the old monk's mortal things?

When the old monk saw such a treasure, he was really moved, stepped forward and knelt down to the golden cicada, and said with tears in his eyes: "I really have no chance!"

Jin Chanzi knew that the show was going on, so he picked up and said, "What does the old courtyard master say?"

The old monk said: "Master, this treasure has just been unfolded, it is late, but my eyes are dizzy, I can't see it, isn't it a fate!"

Jin Chanzi smiled slightly, and taught the little monk on the side to say: "Palm the lamp, let you see it again." ”

The old monk was also a cunning man, and said: "Grandpa's baby, it's already bright, and if you light the lamp again, it's dazzling, don't want to look carefully." ”

Jin Chanzi already understood what the old monk thought, so he didn't say anything at the moment, and saw how he acted.

The golden cicada saw it, why couldn't Sun Wukong see it, and said, "How do you want to see it?"

The old monk said: "If the master is lenient, rest assured, teach ** to get the back room, look at it carefully all night, and send it back to the old man to the west tomorrow morning, I don't know what the respect is?"

When Jin Chanzi heard this, he pretended to be surprised, and complained to Sun Wukong: "It's all you, it's all you!" If it is in sight, it will move its heart, and if it moves its heart, it will give birth to its plan, precisely because of the words of admonition.

Sun Wukong saw that this old monk was just a mortal, so he didn't pay attention to it, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of him? But there is negligence, and it is all the old grandson who manages it. ”

When the golden cicada heard Sun Wukong's words, he didn't say much, he handed the robe to the old monk and said: "From your point of view, just return me tomorrow morning, and don't damage some beards." ”

The old monk liked to be happy, and the personal attendant took the robe in, but instructed the monks to sweep the meditation hall in front, take two rattan beds, set up a cover, and ask the two masters to rest in peace. A wall compartment also taught to arrange for tomorrow morning fast to see off, and then dispersed.

Before going to bed, Jin Chanzi said: "I am afraid that there will be rain in the middle of the night for the teacher, and the white horse will be wet, and you will be led under the eaves." When Sun Wukong heard this, he didn't say much, and after leading the white horse to the meditation hall, the master and apprentice closed the meditation hall and fell asleep.

After the golden cicada lay down, the original spirit went out of the body, left the meditation hall, and went straight to the abbot's room.

When I got to the abbot's room, I saw that the monk had deceived the robe into his hand, and he didn't see joy, so he took it under the lamp in the back room, and cried bitterly to the robe, so panicked that the monk didn't dare to sleep first.

The personal boy didn't know why, but he went to report to the monks: "My father-in-law cried until the second watch, and he didn't stop." ”

Two apprentices, who were his beloved, stepped forward and asked, "Master, why are you crying?"

The old monk said: "I can't cry, I can't see Tang Seng baby!"

The little monk said: "My father-in-law is very old, and he has given him a robe, and he has put it in front of you, you just have to untie it and look at it, why do you need to cry?"

The old monk said: "I can't see it for long. I am 270 years old this year, and I have earned hundreds of robes, how can I have him? How can I be a Tang monk?"

The little monk said: "The teacher is on duty." Tang Seng is a monk who has left his hometown. You are so old, and you have enough to eat, but you should be like him as a foot monk, why not?"

The old monk said: "Although I am at home and happy in the evening, I can't wear his robe." If you teach me to dress for a while, I will close my eyes even if I die, and I will also come to the Yang world to be a monk!"

The monks said: "It's not serious! If you want to wear him, what's the difficulty? We will keep him for one day, you will wear him for one day, and if you keep him for ten days, you will just wear him for ten days." Why are you crying so badly?"

The old monk said: "Even if he stays for half a year, he only wears half a load, and he can't be angry in the end." He has to go with him when he wants to go, how can he stay for a long time?"

When Jin Chanzi heard this, he shook his head secretly, the Buddhas don't practice compassion, how can the monks be compassionate? )