I sold the system to the saints in the prehistoric times and I lost money.

Guanyin was originally in a beautiful mood.

After all, I can personally be responsible for measuring the calamity of Journey to the West and handle the specific details myself.

This is not only Tathagata's trust in herself, but also Lingshan's recognition of her status.

He came to the Tang Dynasty full of hope, gave Jin Chanzi a cassock and a nine-ring tin staff, and then told him about the efficacy of Mahayana Buddhism.

He couldn't help but plead with himself? Do you hope that you can give thousands of people of the Tang Dynasty a way to live? Let him go to Xitian Daleiyin Temple to obtain the true scripture?

But reality gave her a loud slap in the face.

After wandering around the Tang Dynasty for three days, I didn't even see Jin Chanzi anywhere.

The calamity is about to begin, and the secret of heaven becomes more and more unpredictable. It can only be estimated that Jin Chanzi will be encountered on Chang'an Street in three days.

In order to attract the other party's attention, he even thought of some words.

There are five thousand taels of brocade cassocks and two thousand taels of tin staff with nine rings.

If you meet someone who is destined, you can take nothing from him.

The idea is beautiful, but the reality is often cruel.

Nowadays, even Jin Chanzi's people are not seen, and the whole body smells bad, and it has become a situation where everyone is shouting for beatings.

"As expected, he is a meticulous work from the West. You can tell at a glance that he is not a good person."

People saw the two men's eyes filled with arrogance and condescension, which made the people around them feel angry.

As if their monks were superior to others, looking at themselves as if they were looking at ants, the crowd's actions became even more merciless.

"Your Majesty, let's reveal our true identity."

"If you continue like this, your reputation will be ruined."

Seeing more and more people gathering, the boy couldn't stand it anymore.

All mortals will return to dust with just one slap. When have they ever suffered such humiliation?

"Wait a minute, now is not the time."

I haven't seen Jin Chanzi yet, I haven't been able to argue with Jin Chanzi, and I haven't let stupid mortals know the greatness of Lingshan Buddhism, so how can I show up like this?

Doesn’t this mean that Guanyin will only overwhelm others when encountering trouble?

"What made her extremely unhappy was why did the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty stipulate that monks could not sell things privately?"

"Isn't this a complete scam? What does it have to do with him to buy things for himself?"

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was still somewhat useful, and he still needed to promote it to retrieve the scripture, I would have killed him thousands of times in my dream.

"The Imperial Master is here!"

Suddenly someone shouted, pushing Jiang Yuliang out of the crowd, and pushed him directly in front of Guanyin.

One person was wearing a purple gold cassock and had a gentle face, while the other person was sour and smelly, like a beggar. There was a sharp contrast in an instant.

"National Division?"

Guanyin's heart was agitated. Why didn't the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty act as planned? There was an uneasy feeling in my heart.

Little did she know that Prince Tang had been awakened by Jiang Yuliang and stabbed her long ago.

"National Master? It seems pretty good. This will help popularize Lingshan Buddhism more."

"Master, you are polite, are you a monk from the West?"

"Why sell cassocks and tin sticks?"

"Do you know the importance of cassocks and Zen staffs to monks?"

Seeing Guanyin staring blankly at him with a superior expression, Jiang Yuliang almost couldn't help but want to hit him.

You have become a monk, why should you be so noble? Don’t you know that monks eat the food of hundreds of families and rely on the charity of believers for a living? It's still here for show.

"The poor monk naturally knows."

"The cassock symbolizes Buddhist faith, and the Zen staff symbolizes the heart of seeking Buddha."

Jiang Yuliang saw how easy it was for him to follow the path, and secretly sighed that the IQs of these aloof immortals and Buddhas were really worrying. How could they not see through such simple language traps?

How did he know that Guanyin was going crazy with Jin Chanzi these days.

Moreover, at this moment, she was angry, aloof, and being complimented everywhere. How could she have thought that someone would dig a trap for her?

She fell in so easily, and the boy who turned into a little novice monk on the side kept winking at her.

"Haha, you are such a wild monk. You can even sell your own faith and your desire to pray for Buddha in exchange for money. It seems that you Western monks are not doing well."

Cheng Yaojin is careless, but that doesn't mean he has no brains. Even he can easily see through the connotation. Who would have thought that this aloof Bodhisattva could actually fall into the trap?

The respect for the immortals and Buddhas in my heart was once again reduced a bit.

Such a brain? It’s okay for him to fuck him.

It turns out that the so-called immortal Buddhas are just like ordinary people, without heads or arms. Apart from their superior status, they look stupid and there is no difference.

If Guanyin knew what Cheng Yaojin was thinking, he would definitely vomit three liters of blood.

"The poor monk's cassock is priced at five thousand taels, and the nine-ring tin staff is priced at two thousand taels."

“If you meet someone you’re destined for, you can take nothing from it.”

Guanyin, who was so angry, suddenly realized that her feelings were like a kid like Jin Chanzi digging a hole for herself.

"Oh? Two treasures cost seven thousand taels? Master is really a bodhisattva."

"Master, please don't misunderstand me. The nine-ring tin staff in the cassock of a poor monk is valuable because it is a treasure. There is a reason why it is valuable."

Wear my cassock to avoid falling into reincarnation.

Hold my tin staff and you will not be harmed by poison.

Then he opened the cassock, and there was a burst of dazzling light, and countless gems flashed, which really blinded countless people's eyes.

Seeing this, Jiang Yuliang also took a deep breath, this is such a good treasure.

"How is it? Is my cassock worth five thousand taels?"

Being stimulated by the two words, Guanyin forgot her original words and kept showing off like a market merchant.

"Your Majesty, this cassock is really a good thing. How about we..."

Cheng Yaojin made a gesture of taking action, but King Tang gave him a hard look.

"Monks don't lie. The cassock in the master's hand is indeed a treasure."

"But no one can afford five thousand taels."

To be honest, Jiang Yuliang was tempted, but he had his own plans, so he couldn't let this ruin the big thing.

"Ha ha."

"The poor monk has a few questions that he would like to ask the Imperial Master. If he can help me answer my questions, why not give him the brocade cassock and the nine-ringed tin staff as gifts to you?"

Seeing the obsessed look in his eyes, Guanyin finally found his sense of existence and sighed that this was the perfect plan in his mind.

"Master, this cassock is really extraordinary. I will buy it and give it to you as a gift."

As an emperor, he has seen countless treasures, so the value of the cassock naturally goes without saying. Anyone who understands can see its value at a glance.

"Your Majesty, I am wearing a cassock of five thousand taels. Isn't this a walking five thousand taels? You are trying to kill me."

Jiang Yuliang quickly stopped Tang Wang's impulse, stood in front of him, clasped his hands, and looked at Guanyin with a righteous look on his face.

"How can a poor monk like He De be destined to live in such a precious treasure?"

"Resolving doubts is out of the question. We can discuss Buddhism with each other, and the treasures must not be mentioned."

The people around him saw that the Imperial Master was not tempted by the other party's treasures, but instead stuck to his heart, which made them admire him even more.

This is much better than some monks, who not only think they are noble, but also smell like copper.

There was a lot of discussion around, with no intention of blocking it. Guanyin's face turned pale for a moment.

"Is this Jin Chanzi stupid?"

"You don't want such a precious magic weapon?"

There was also a burst of fire in my heart.

If it were placed in the prehistoric times, how many people would fight for its head.

"The Grand Master is worthy of being the Grand Master of the Celestial Dynasty and a true Buddha. I wonder if the Grand Master knows the Mahayana Buddhism?"

Guanyin no longer hides and tucks away, and points directly to Jin Chanzi's true heart.

If it were the original Golden Chanzi, he would definitely be attracted by its Mahayana Buddhism.

But who is he now? That's the lawless Jiang Yuliang. He doesn't even know what Buddhism is. How can he talk about Mahayana Buddhism?