Wherever you pass, all the robes are eclipsed.

If Tang Sanzang had a cassock on his body, then the others were rag lists, and they were still the kind that could not be looked at by people!

Whether it is a monk or a believer who exclaimed in surprise when he saw such a treasure robe, the rate of turning back was as high as 100%. At the same time, the rate of gritting his teeth and cursing was as high as 100%.

I saw the bald thief sighing as he walked: "Oh, old dean, your robes are good. Look at this handicraft and this golden thread, like hair!"

Speaking of this, this guy put his robes up. The other party's robes were covered with gold wire, and his robes were covered with gold belts, which were as wide as two fingers!

Tang Sanzang shook his head and pointed to another one and said, "This one is not bad, it seems to be from silk! It's cold to buy, it's really good...

Unlike this one on me, it is warm in winter and cool in summer, so I can’t tell the difference between the seasons of the year when I wear it. Oh... the headache..."

Seeing this guy shaking his head and looking sad, the monks had already clenched their fists and cursed in their hearts: "Damn it, this bald man is too much! There is no such disgusting person!"

"Old Dean, your robes are so good. The night pearls on it are all big thumbs! This one is so good, it's of moderate size. Unlike my robes, there is not a night pearl on it, only water-repelling, fire-repelling, dust-repelling, etc. It looks good and mysterious, and it's so mysterious that it's inseparable from swords and guns, and it's not invasive to water and fire, but it can't illuminate at night! Alas...it's better for you."

When Tang Sanzang said this, he heard a burst of exclamation from behind him: "Master!"

The old dean had already sprayed blood into the sky, and he fainted by the baldness of the thief, and was carried away by a group of disciples.

Seeing this, Tang Sanzang spread his hands and said innocently: "This... the old dean is too careless."

When everyone heard this, they also had the urge to squirt blood and cursed in their hearts: "You are so praising? I have never seen a monk who doesn't want to be so stupid!"

In this way, a Buddhist robes finally ended before it even started.

Sun Wukong sighed, "It's over, Master. After we get mixed up like this, I guess I won't want to stay in this temple, eat and drink, and take a break."

Tang Sanzang deeply agreed: "It's really not possible. Let's go find a fellow villager's house to make a living. The old man was good just now, hey? Where is someone else?"

At this moment, a monk ran out of the Guanyin Zen Temple and shouted: "The monk stays, the monks from the Tang Dynasty in the East Chinatown will stay!"

Tang Sanzang was stunned and pointed at himself and asked, "Are you calling me?"

The person who came was Guangming.

Guangmou smiled and said, "Aren't you the only monk from the Tang Dynasty from the East?

Although we have some misunderstandings, we are all the same family, so it is appropriate to take care of each other when we go out.

If it’s too late today, it’s better to stay and rest for one night first, it’s not too late to get on the road tomorrow.”

Before Tang Sanzang could speak, Sun Wukong whispered: "Master, you are either traitors or thieves if you have nothing to do. You must have asked... Oh, Master, go slowly!"

Before he could finish his words, Tang Sanzang had already followed Guangming.

Sun Wukong quickly pulled the white dragon horse and chased after him.

Guangmou arranged the master and apprentice of Tang Sanzang in the guest room to the west, and then smiled and said, "Myster, you can rest first. When the old dean recovers, he will come to see you, discuss Buddhism, and discuss the past and present."

After saying that, Guangmou left.

Seeing Tang Sanzang looking around in the room with heartlessness, Sun Wukong frowned and said, "Master, there is something clearly wrong here, why are you still staying?"

Tang Sanzang turned around and looked at Sun Wukong cutely and asked, "Are you afraid of cat tricks?"

Sun Wukong was stunned, then understood what Tang Sanzang meant, and smiled and said, "That's right..."

The master and apprentice are very good at being brave. No matter what the hell is, let’s talk about it first.

After the vegetarian meal in the evening, the old dean came indeed and cried loudly as soon as he entered the house.

Tang Sanzang scratched his bald head and asked curiously: "Old Dean, why are you crying? Are your parents leaving, or are they still grandparents missing?"

When the old dean heard this, his feet became soft and he almost tripped by the doorman and fell to death on the spot!

He is over 270 years old and can't stand it anymore. Where did he get his parents and grandparents? He looks so clever, how can he make people angry when he speaks!

Thinking of coming to anger, the old dean found that the bald man in front of him was so angry that he wanted to give him two hammers to relieve his anger.

The old dean coughed and said, "Myster, you came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and the Tang Dynasty and have a lot of knowledge. Unlike me, I have lived for more than 270 years, but I have never left this Zen temple with a radius of hundreds of miles.

Today, I am short-sighted, shaking trees with my eyes but no beads, and I don’t know the true god. I also ask the monk to atone for my sins.”

After the old dean said that, he knelt on the ground...

Seeing this, Tang Sanzang hurriedly reached out to support him.

At that moment, the old dean's kneeling slowed down. Obviously, he had no intention of kneeling, so he just waited for Tang Sanzang to ask him to do so and stopped kneeling.

What made him angry was that the bald man's movements slowed down, and he couldn't hold him back. He just knelt on the ground with a bang, which was so honest!

The kneecap, who is over 270 years old, is usually so uncomfortable that he lies on the bed. Now he is kneeling on the ground all of a sudden. The tears fall down in pain. He really cries on the spot and curses in his heart: "Why is this monk so cheap!"

"Oh, get up quickly, get up quickly." At this time, the thief came over and pulled the old dean and got up.

The old dean shouted: "Don't...don't...don't touch me, it hurts, it hurts...that hurts!"

However, the bald man seemed to be unable to hear it, and he suddenly exasperated the old dean again.

The old dean only felt that his legs were cramped when he knelt down, and he was sweating in his heart. He shouted: "Stop, let go, let go!"

The thief bald and then let go.

The old dean came to his senses and was still in mid-air, so he shouted: "Don't let go!"

It's too late...

Bang!

I just listen to the whole life, and all I have left is a shrill scream.

The old dean was supported by two disciples, and when he went out, he carried it out.

The stupid monk followed the whole time and greeted: "Why, sit for a while before leaving?"

The old dean shouted with tears in his eyes: "If you have some conscience, lend me your cassock back and take a look. I have lived for more than two hundred years and thought I had hidden all the cassocks in the world, but I have never seen such a treasure. However, there are many people in the daytime and the sun is dazzling, so I can't see much. Now I broke my leg again, and I just want to take it back and observe carefully... I will definitely return it with both hands tomorrow."
Chapter completed!