Tang Sanzang said sincerely: "Don't borrow it!"

After saying that, this guy turned around and left.

The old dean was blowing the cold wind on the spot, looking blew and astonished...

"Is this guy really a monk? Why don't he feel sympathy at all?" the old dean cursed in grief and anger.

After returning to the house, Sun Wukong also asked curiously: "Master, why don't you lend it?"

Tang Sanzang said, "The Bodhisattvas worshipped in this temple are good, I don't want it to see blood."

After saying that, Tang Sanzang went to bed.

Sun Wukong didn't understand what Tang Sanzang meant. He scratched his head and had nothing to do, so he just went to bed.

Let’s talk about the South China Sea, on a lotus throne on Putuo Mountain, a woman in white slowly opened her eyes and frowned and whispered: “Strange, I feel a little uneasy, but I can’t calculate any cause and effect… Could it be that I am involved in cause and effect with a powerful person, and the other party reversed the yin and yang, making it impossible for me to calculate it?”

"Bodhisattva, calculate your life, then Jin Chanzi should have also set out. Is he in danger?" Muzha said.

Guanyin Bodhisattva said: "You can't figure it out, go to the direction of Wuzhishan. According to the speed of Jinchanzi, you should be still nearby."

Muzha received the order, stood up and left.

At this moment, the abbot's room behind Guanyin Zen Temple.

The old dean sat on the bed and cried loudly...

There were two monks Guangzhi and Guangmou standing next to them. They were not old, but they always had many ideas. That was why they were given the word "zhimu".

Guangzhi said: "Master, you have already given you the best healing medicine, so it should not hurt anymore. Why are you crying even harder?"

The old dean wailed: "I don't hurt, I'm...

Why!

I was crying and I was not lucky enough to see Tang Sanzang's treasure robe."

Guangzhi frowned and said, "Master, it's not difficult to see it. Tomorrow we will keep him for another day and open an internal Buddhist robes meeting. Wouldn't it be enough to let him come over in that cassock?"

The old dean shook his head and said, "That's only one day."

Guangmou smiled and said, "Then keep him for a few more days and find a reason to let him wear it every day."

The old dean said bluntly: "It's only a few days to stay...

I think I live for two hundred and seventy years but can’t wear such a cassock. Alas, if I can wear it for a day, I will die, and it will be a waste of my life to be a monk in the sun.”

Guangzhi said: "That's simple. We will borrow it from him tomorrow. He owes us what we eat and live in today. He owes us kindness. It is really worthy of borrowing a robes and wearing them."

Guangmou said: "Yes, keep him for a few more days and give him good food and drink every day. At that time, the ancestors would wear it for a few days if they wanted to wear it."

The old dean shook his head and said, "He wants to leave after all. If he wants to leave, the robe will definitely be returned, and it will not be kept for a long time..."

Guangzhi and Guangmou immediately understood what the old ancestor meant.

Guangzhi's eyes flashed with cold light: "That's simple. Today, when those two people look at them, they don't look like some powerful people. We found all the people and waited until they fell asleep, and they killed them and buried them in the back mountain.

If the robes are gone, wouldn’t the ancestor wear them as long as they want?

It can even be left to future generations as a family heirloom."

When the old dean heard this, his eyes lit up and applauded: "Okay, okay, this method is good!"

Guangmou shook his head and said, "This method is not good. Although Tang Sanzang is stupid and weak, he is not worth worrying about.

But that guy with a hairy face was obviously not like a mortal.

It is a long way from the Tang Dynasty in the East to this place. If they can come here, there will definitely be something good about it.

If you cannot kill it, you may cause trouble.

I have a way to get a cassock without using any weapons.”

The old dean said anxiously: "Speak quickly!"

"Actually, it's simple. When they're asleep, have we found all the people? Everyone has a bundle of dry firewood, surrounded the meditation hall, locked the doors and windows, and passed by a fire. No matter who is inside it, they will die and turn into ashes!"

The old dean frowned and said, "What should I do if that cassock?"

Guangmou smiled and said, "Didn't that monk say today? His cassock contains pearls such as fire-proofing, dust-proofing, and water-proofing, and water-proofing. The fire burns people, but they cannot burn the cassock. Let's look for it.

If someone asks about the fire, we will say that they accidentally left the fire and burned our meditation hall.

Everyone is dead, and there is no evidence of death. Isn’t it that what we say is?

At that time, how to deal with the cassock depends on the ancestors?”

When the old dean heard this, he laughed and said, "Okay, okay, okay! This is the best way! Just do it!"

In the second half of the night, Guangzhi and Guangmou found more than 200 people, each with a bundle of dry firewood, and quietly surrounded the Zen hall in front and back.

Guangzhi looked at the old dean and said, "Old Dean, why don't you light this fire?"

The old dean nodded, took the torch, and was about to light it.

I saw a man next to me asking, "What are you doing?"

The old dean replied subconsciously: "Light the fire and burn the monk Dongtu to death..."

After saying that, the old dean felt something was wrong, because he found that the fire suddenly became brighter. When he turned his head, he saw a shiny bald head approaching the side, looking at him with a cute look on his face, and then said seriously: "Oh, light the fire."

The old dean was guilty and was startled. He shook his hand and the torch fell down. He exclaimed: "You...why are you out?"

"It's gone." The bald man answered irresponsible.

The old dean shouted, "What's up? I'll ask you, when did you come out?"

"It's on fire."

"Don't tell me about fire...fire?fire!"

The old dean looked down and saw that the torch just landed on a handful of dry firewood, and the dry firewood fell in an instant!

The old dean looked at the bald man in front of him again and shouted: "Put the fire, put out the fire!"

Isn’t it stupid to light the house when everyone comes out?

The monks all tried to put out the fire...

The bald man next to him also shouted with concern: "Get out of the way, let me do it!"

Then the guy came over, puffed his cheeks and blew at the flames!

call!

The strong wind blew and the fire was lit up, which directly ignited the three Zen rooms!

The monks suddenly became anxious: "Go aside!"

As a result, before the monks could do anything, a stronger gust of wind blew, and the fire spread instantly, sparks ran around, and the entire temple suddenly fell into a sea of ​​fire.

Seeing this, the old abbot screamed: "Put the fire, put out the fire quickly!"

However, the flames blowing from the strong wind ran around and the water source was far away. The monks' fire-fighting actions were of no use at all. They could only watch the century-old ancient temple burning in the fire, dyeing the sky red.

The monks carried the old dean all the way...

The old dean looked at the scene and cried loudly: "Medal, temple!"

Amid the shrill screams, the old dean blew out a mouthful of blood, and he was so angry that he was terrified of anger on the spot!

Seeing this, Tang Sanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, tofu!"

Sun Wukong smiled and said, "Master, you are wrong in pronunciating the Buddha's name?"

Tang Sanzang said indifferently: "Don't worry about him."
Chapter completed!