Host please stay

Chapter 355

Tang Sanzan: "Meow meow?"

"Holy Monk, you've come. If you don't come again, this old man's Guanyin Temple will be ruined!"

Ignoring Tang Sanzan's bewilderment, the old host held Tang Sanzan's leg and did not let go, crying and wiping tears on Tang Sanzan's body.

To bury that disgusting one for Tang San, he almost couldn't hold back his kick and mentioned it to Luojia Mountain in the South China Sea.

"Well, old host, do you know that the poor monk is coming?"

Tang Sanzan couldn't help asking as he pulled his leg out of the old host's embrace with a skillful effort without any trace.

"No (two beeps)!"

What the old host answered was a matter of course.

"Tang San Zan:" Then, do you know the poor monk? "

The old host shook his head, then nodded again, "Isn't it a holy monk from the Tang Dynasty? We want to solve the dilemma of our Guanyin Temple.

By the way, what's your name? "

Tang Sanbu: "."

Come on, before you solve the trouble, tell the poor monk how you learned your fluent Henan dialect?
"That... old host, have you always talked like this?"

The old host shook his head, "That's right, I never spoke so nicely before!"

Tang Sanzan: "Then you should still say the bad things you said before."

"middle!"

The old host nodded, "Holy Monk, didn't you come to solve our dilemma of having no rice to cook at Guanyin Temple?"

Looking at the old host whose painting style has changed a lot, Tang Sanzan nodded, "Well, yes."

"Great!"

The old host wept with joy, "Holy Monk, you don't know. Since 18 years ago, some bastard spread the news that our Guanyin Temple has a lot of stupid money. The monks and Taoists who came to make orders are like crucian carp in a river. I can't count them all.

Originally, our Guanyin Temple had thousands of hectares of fertile land and hundreds of houses. Gold, silver and jewelry had to be stored in separate warehouses. Antiques and jade were pulled back and forth by cart after cart. Even the emperor couldn’t help it when he came here. A sense of inferiority arises.

But since the news got out 18 years ago, our monastery has been unable to make ends meet. Those bastards came here for free to eat, live for free, and take money for free.

Up to now, after 18 years, the huge Guanyin Temple has been eaten up, leaving only a mountain gate, half of the main hall, and a few monks like us. "

As the old host was talking, he saw two Taoist priests coming out of the main hall behind him. Each of the two Taoist priests was carrying a long table, "Excuse me, let me go."

The old host reflexively moved half of his body to let the two Taoist priests carry the things out, then turned his head and looked at Tang Sanzan again with teary eyes.

Tang Sanzan: "They've all been eaten like this. If you have no money, you can tell those people directly, and they will still hang on?"

The old host: "."

"Well, aren't we Guanyin Temple? Doesn't it represent the face of Guanyin Bodhisattva? How can we talk about the lack of money? Right?"

Tang Sanbu: "."

He finally understood that the reason why the Guanyin Temple became like this is entirely because of the monk's swollen face to pretend to be fat.

but
"What happened to the Taoist priest who just lifted the table?"

Tang Sanzan pointed to the two Taoist priests who turned into another small courtyard, and the old abbot touched his big bald head in embarrassment, "Well, isn't it that the temple can't open the pot? Great Hall."

Tang Sanzan: "Sold it too?"

"no!"

The old host shook his head. Just as Tang Sanzan breathed a sigh of relief, the old host continued, "I sold half of the room, and the other half is my own."

Tang Sanbu: "."

mmp, it is unprecedented for you to be the host.

"Forget it, since the poor monk has come, naturally I will find a way to solve the predicament of Guanyin Temple for you.

After all, what is the relationship between the poor monk and Guanyin?It was a fateful friendship (he would never mind beating the poor monk to death when we met), and the poor monk in his Buddhist monastery would never leave him dead. "

As he spoke, Tang Sanzun shook the cassock on his body, "Did you see this, this brocade cassock was given to the poor monk by Guanyin.

Just this one cassock, your Guanyin Temple can buy dozens of them. "

Great Sage: "."

Sister Bailong: "."

The white horse snorted contemptuously.

People are so miserable, you bastard is still thinking of harming others.

However, there is a good saying, which is called "Heaven committed evil, it can still be forgiven, but self-inflicted evil cannot live."

When Tang Sanzan said this, the old host also saw the extraordinary cassock on Tang Sanzan's body.

With his wealth, which made the emperor feel ashamed to see his family property, he can naturally recognize how precious this cassock is.

Just like what Tang Sanzan said, based on his previous wealth, even if he spent dozens of times to exchange this cassock, it was all because of it.

"Is this beautiful cassock really given to the holy monk by Guanyin Bodhisattva?"

Tang San buried his chin slightly raised, "Naturally."

The more arrogant Tang Sanzan behaved, the more convinced the old host was.

"That... this holy monk and old monk has a saying, I don't know if it should be said or not."

Tang Sanzan glanced at the old host, "What are you talking about?"

The old host blushed a little, "I have an unfeeling request, I don't know if I should say it."

Tang Sanzun blinked, and looked at the old host sincerely.

"Since it's an unfeeling request, don't open your mouth."

The old host: "." You fucking director, this old monk got a different script!This can't be played in the future!
Fortunately, the face of the old host was also made over hundreds of years, and the thickness is no worse than that of Tang Sanzhu.

"Oh, since that's the case, then the old monk said it."

The old abbot grabbed the corner of Tang Sanbu's brocade cassock with one hand, "I have served Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva for more than [-] years, and I have taken care of the Bodhisattva's karma in this Buddhist monastery. Now I see a gift from the Bodhisattva and want to borrow it. In the evening, put it in your arms and observe it carefully, so that the old monk can experience the Buddha's light of the Bodhisattva, and hope that the elder will be perfect."

After seeing what kind of player Tang Sanzan is, the old host didn't even say polite words.

Don't ask if you can do it, just let you fulfill your wish for many years, and never repeat the routine of "please don't open your mouth if you are not affectionate" again.

However.
He still underestimated Tang Sanzhu's routine, "Fulfillment?
Old host, open your eyes and take a closer look. Is the poor monk a Buddha? How can he have the noble feelings to realize other people's wishes? "

"What? Holy monk, you said you agreed?
Thank you, the holy monk, the holy monk is indeed merciful. "

As he said that, the old host directly picked off the splendid cassock of Tang Sanbu, pulled it off and hugged it in his arms without letting go.

Dasheng: "." What the hell are these two players?It really deserves to be taught by Buddhism.

Tang Sanzan: "." It's over, this time I really met my opponent!
Seeing the old abbot tightly hugging his brocade cassock and not letting go, Tang Sanzhan opened his mouth, thinking that he was going to burn down the Guanyin Temple in the world, so he didn't make up his mind to snatch it back.

"Oh, that's all, just lend it to the old host for one night."

The old host was overjoyed when he heard the words, and thanked Tang Sanzhu a thousand times.

Not to mention asking Tang Sanzan to help solve the current troubles of the Buddhist monastery, and even arranged for the few remaining young monks to prepare a big meal for Tang Sanzan's master and apprentice on the spot.

That's right, for the real feast, in the main hall with only half the right to use it, there were three tables and more than 40 dishes for the Guangsu Banquet, and more than half of the money sold for the main hall was directly spent.

But the old host didn't care, he had a brocade cassock in his hand, not to mention half of the Guanyin Temple, even if the entire mountain was filled with houses, it was just a matter of talking.

After eating and drinking, Tang Sanzan and the Great Sage rested on the beds in the hall.

Outside the hall, it was already night, the old abbot and a few disciples got together and huddled in the temporary cabin in the yard, not feeling sleepy at all.

"Ugh!"

Finally, when the old abbot sighed helplessly while holding the cassock 176 times, the 73 disciples who were most favored by him understood his intention.

"Master, even though the cassock belongs to that Tang monk, I have to return it to him tomorrow.

But if something happened to Tang Monk tonight, wouldn't the cassock become an ownerless thing, and if it fell into the master's hands, it would be a treasure for the virtuous. "

Seeing that the apprentice understood what he meant, the old host's eyes lit up, "Huisi, what do you mean?"

73 disciple Huise's mouth curled up into a cold smile, and he made a gesture of wiping his neck.

The old host fixed his gaze, nodded imperceptibly, "Be clean."

"Master, don't worry."

Huise understands, kills and sets fire to the golden belt, but how can a virtuous and eminent monk like Master do this kind of thing in person.

so.
Not long after, a circle of firewood had been placed outside the hall where Tang Sanbu's master and apprentice lived. Huise held a burning torch and looked at the hall where Guanyin Bodhisattva was enshrined. What was revealed in his eyes was A kind of ruthlessness that regards human life as worthless.

"Monk."

In the hall, the Great Sage called softly.

"Don't worry, the poor monk has already drawn the fire circle."

The Great Sage nodded, thinking that the monk should not risk his life on such a thing. At this time, it should be reliable and trustworthy.

outside the temple.

The torch was thrown high and lightly landed on the pile of firewood.

"boom!"

The firewood was ignited by the flames and spread towards the walls of the hall.

"With such a method, it is estimated that half of the hall will not be burned down when someone comes to put out the fire."

Seeing that they couldn't even do murder and arson outside, Tang San buried his anger.

At this time, I have to rely on the help of the poor monk. I really don't know if you are the bandits who murdered and set fire or the poor monk is the sinner who killed and set fire.

Muttering in his mouth, Tang Sanzan took out the kerosene packs from the ring, cast an invisibility spell, and sprinkled the kerosene packs all over the entire building of the Guanyin Temple.

"boom!"

The moment the kerosene was sprinkled, a gust of wind blew by, and the fire spread instantly, out of control.

The next day, when the Great Sage woke up from his sleep, looking at the huge monastery that had turned into soot, he felt a dull pain in his back molars.

"Monk, if you don't become a bandit, you will really be blind to this trick."

(End of this chapter)