[Journey to the West] The poor monk is a fake monk

The two knocked each other for a while.

After a long time, the door with vermilion gold-plated copper nails was pulled open, and a monk wearing a clean robe and a silk belt around his waist came out. The appearance of the visitor jumped.

"What the hell! What are you!" He was so frightened that he backed away.

Sun Xingzhe stepped forward and grabbed his sleeve: "What are you running for!"

Chen Tangtang rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, stopped Sun Xingzhe's movement, and said in a friendly voice: "Amitabha, the poor monk came from the Tang Dynasty in the east. He wanted to go to the west to learn Buddhist scriptures. He passed the treasure temple. The poor monk wants to..."

Before he finished speaking, the monk showed a look of disdain: "I'm just annoying you monks who beat the autumn wind."

Sun Xingzhe took advantage of the situation and touched his ear.

Chen Tangtang immediately held his arm, and continued: "The poor monk once made a vow to sweep pagodas and worship Buddhas along the way, hoping to prostrate at your temple."

The monk in the expensive cassock raised his chin: "Then what's going on with them! They look weird."

Chen Tangtang clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, they are all disciples of the poor monk. As for the appearance, the poor monk heard that foreigners look even more strange than my disciples."

"Tsk tsk—" The monk glanced lazily at the three of them, his master and his disciples, and his eyes stayed on Chen Tangtang's beautiful and colorful cassock for a long time, pretending to be disdainful: "Just wait."

He turned around, but Ao Lie took the opportunity to snap his fingers, and something stuck to his bald head.

The monk closed the door with a bang, as if to report.

Sun Xingzhe saw this scene, but didn't say anything, just gave Ao Lie a look.

Ao Lie rubbed the back of his head, his silver eyes filled with an embarrassed smile.

After a while, the monk reopened the door and said, "My abbot invites you in. You must know that our abbot has never seen you poor monks."

"Amitabha, thank you very much." Chen Tangtang was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry.

The monk and Chen Tangtang walked in front, and Ao Lie and Sun Xingzhe followed behind.

Sun Xingzhe lowered his voice and said in a voice that the people in front couldn't hear: "What did you do?"

Ao Lie looked well-behaved, he played with his cuffs, and said softly: "Brother will see."

Sun Xingzhe said meaningfully: "You are amazing."

A blush appeared on Ao Lie's cheeks, and he said shyly, "Where, everywhere, it's all taught well by senior."

Sun Xingzhe: "..."

What did I teach you? !

The monk in front kept his aloof appearance and said, "Our abbot doesn't easily meet monks like you. It's your good fortune to see you this time. Should you..."

His eyes glanced at her *cassock, and he emphasized his tone: "Ah, your *cassock is so beautiful, our abbot likes to collect *cassocks the most."

Chen Tangtang looked like he didn't understand.

Really do not understand or false do not understand?

The monk gritted his teeth bitterly, and repeated: "I said, our abbot will like your cassock."

"Amitabha, it is the honor of the poor monk."

"you……"

Chen Tangtang's clear eyes stared at him, looking untainted by the dust of the world.

The monk was startled, thought for a while, and then said: "You don't know how powerful our abbot is and how much he likes to collect cassocks. If you make our abbot happy, he will repay you. Don't you want Do you want to go to heaven? Do you know the way? Do you have a horse? Do you have any money?"

Chen Tangtang was left speechless by his three questions.

Not only does she not know the way, she is also easily lost.

Although she has a horse, she cannot ride it.

Her coils...the pockets are cleaner than her face.

Her heart was full of twists and turns, but her face was upright and indifferent: "Amitabha, monks don't care about these external things."

The monk choked, and looked at her with complicated eyes, as if he had never seen such a "fool" before, and it was hard to persuade him for a while.

The two walked towards the back room in silence.

Chen Tangtang saw that the monks in the monastery were dressed very richly, as if they were not short of money.

"It's here, the abbot will show you tea in the back room."

Chen Tangtang put his hands together and thanked him.

The arrogant little monk turned his face away: "Go in."

Just as Chen Tangtang took a step, the little monk suddenly shouted: "Hi!"

Chen Tangtang turned around calmly.

The morning light brushed against her ears, reflecting her pink and clear ears, as if they were transparent.

Her eyebrows stretched out, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows seemed to have the light of Buddha leaking out.

The little monk opened his mouth and said softly: "You'd better please my abbot well."

Doubt appeared in Chen Tangtang's eyes.

The little monk lowered his head and kicked a stone on the ground: "Really, don't fight against the abbot, or you will suffer."

The corners of Chen Tangtang's lips curled up, and he said softly, "Thank you."

"Yes, what is there to thank, I'm not doing it for you!"

"Ah." Chen Tangtang called softly.

The little monk raised his head: "What's wrong?"

Chen Tangtang watched helplessly as a small piece of dark cloud the size of a palm drifted down from the sky and covered his head.

The little monk rubbed the soles of his shoes on the ground, and said in a low voice: "Okay, okay, I know you are afraid, I will wait for you outside the door, as long as you really do what you said and don't take these external things seriously, you will be fine." It'll be fine."

"The meaning of the poor monk is..." Chen Tangtang stared at the small black cloud the size of a palm. There were lightning flashes in the cloud, and there was a faint rumble of thunder.

The little monk showed an expression of "I really can't stand you": "You, a monk traveling west, are so timid? Well, if the abbot gets angry, I will say something nice for you, and then you must not give up your life." Cai, you know..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that his bald head was wet and cool.

He raised his head in surprise, only to see a palm-sized dark cloud covering his head, and it was raining on that small piece.

When the little monk moved a step, the dark cloud followed, as if he had recognized him.

Even if he ran to the eaves, the dark cloud would follow him to the eaves, leaving him wet alone.

What god has he offended!

The little monk ran out of the yard in fright, and the dark cloud chased after him.

"Wow, it looks amazing." Ao Lie stretched out his hands to make a pergola over his eyes, and looked happily, with an innocent face.

Sun Xingzhe: "..."

Don't talk like you didn't do it.

As soon as Sun Xingzhe finished muttering in his heart, he found that Master was staring at him closely.

There was a "thump" in his heart, and his back stiffened.

Should, shouldn't I be asked to take the blame for this Longma man?

Sun Xingzhe was thinking about what to say, but unexpectedly, the master turned around and entered the door.

"Brother, do you think Master will praise me?"

Sun Xingzhe: "..."

Who gave you your confidence?

Sun Xingzhe patted Ao Lie on the shoulder, looked at his silver eyes full of sunshine and said, "Go and learn your horse-changing skills honestly. Do you still want Master to be ridiculed as a Tang monk without a horse?"

Ao Lie's originally happy face immediately collapsed, and he let out an honest cry.

It turned out that both of them had great supernatural powers. They didn't say a word about what the dark-clouded monk said to Chen Tangtang, and they listened to everything seriously.

Ao Lie murmured in a low voice: "Ordinary people nowadays are really superficial. What if there is no horse? Isn't riding a dragon or a man better than riding a horse? It's a pity, Master won't do it."

Sun Xingzhe stood in front of the door: "Stop talking nonsense, follow up quickly, and be careful that the abbot doesn't do anything to our master."

"Ow—"

There are two flowers blooming, one for each.

Chen Tang Tang, who was the first to step through the threshold, saw a monk wearing a jeweled cassock sitting on the main seat. The monk wore gold rings and double pendants on his ears, and opals were embedded on them. The monk also had a pair of cat's eyes, which complemented the cat's eye stone, shining brightly.

He was wearing a pair of monk shoes with eight treasures on his feet, and he was holding a stick in both hands, and the head of the stick was inlaid with suet white jade.

He rested his chin on the suet white jade, tilted his head and stared at the corner in a daze, like a bored cat.

"Amitabha." Chen Tangtang recited the Buddha's name lightly.

Only then did the abbot turn his head, his cat eyes glanced at Chen Tangtang coldly, however, when his sight touched the brocade cassock on her body, the coldness in his eyes quickly dissipated and became eager.

"Quick, please sit down." He arranged for Chen Tangtang, and shouted at the door: "Hurry up and prepare tea to entertain the distinguished guests."

"Amitabha, the poor monk is not a distinguished guest, but a bald monk passing by the gate of your monastery."

The abbot glanced at Chen Tangtang's bald head, and said with a smile: "You are joking, as soon as you entered the door, I saw that you were enveloped in an auspicious aura. I think you are an extraordinary person."

Even with the same bald head, some people are better looking than others.

Chen Tangtang lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Get out of the way, don't block the way here!"

"You little novice, you are quite arrogant? You are taking advantage of being my grandson at your age..."

There was a lot of noise outside.

The abbot frowned, and said softly to Chen Tang and Tang Tang, "I'll show you a joke."

After that, he raised his voice: "Come in quickly!"

"No, no, it was my disciple who collided with him. My disciple is the Monkey King who caused a disturbance in the Heavenly Palace a hundred years ago. He has a bad temper and has been fighting with the poor monk recently."

Sun Xingzhe who was eavesdropping: "..."

Saw the hell out of trouble!

Ao Lie at the side showed a sunny smile...who knows if he is just laughing.

The abbot's face was a bit ugly, he smiled with difficulty, and the pupils of the cat's eyes kept constricting: "You, you are joking."

Chen Tangtang looked innocent: "Amitabha, poor monks don't lie."

At this time, a little novice came in. He was carrying a tray of suet and white jade, on which were two cups of teacups inlaid with gold and enamel.Behind him was another handsome little novice, who was holding a cupronickel teapot in his hand. The spout of the teapot was silver, the lid was emerald, and the handle of the teapot was embedded with a few sapphires. It was truly extravagant. capable.

They are also monks, so why is there such a big difference?

Chen Tangtang thought about the suffering he had suffered all this way, and couldn't help crying... No, wait, did she suffer?

Although she left Chang'an in a hurry, with no money, no change of clothes, no carriages and horses, and she didn't even know the way, and got lost all the way to the seaside, she didn't suffer at all, and earned two apprentices in vain.

No compensation, no compensation.

Thinking of this, Chen Tangtang became more composed.

However, this has a different meaning in the eyes of outsiders.

After seeing so many extravagant things, she didn't feel moved at all, which shows that she is really an eminent monk who is not tempted by foreign things.

The abbot squeezed the stick tightly in his hand, his heart beat faster, his face was blushing, he was extremely excited, and couldn't help confessing his affectionately to Chen Tangtang——

"Master, can you lend me a look at the cassock on your body?"

A student pretending to be a little novice whose eyes were red with anger: "..."

Just look at the cassock, why are you blushing so hard!

The abbot walked forward while talking, grabbed the corner of Chen Tangtang's clothes, bent down, and his whole face was almost pressed against the cassock beside her legs.

The corners of the abbot's excited eyes were red, and his cat-like eyes were watery and bright, like a cat seeing a small dried fish.

Wow, the clothes also have the fragrance of white lotus, it really is an unusual cassock.

He was too close, and Chen Tangtang was not used to it, so he tried his best to lean back, trying to distance himself.

However, Chen Tangtang saw that the little novice who was holding the cupronickel teapot raised the teapot high, the spout was tilted, and it seemed that he wanted to pour hot water on the abbot's head.

What kind of operation is this?Cannibalism?Or do you want to manually burn a few steamed buns on the top of the abbot's head, pretending to be a meat bun?

At this time, the novice blinked at her, as if he was familiar with her.

Shouldn't it be...

Chen Tangtang immediately said: "Abbot, the cassock of a poor monk is nothing."

The abbot raised his head tremblingly, his cat eyes were astonishingly bright: "To tell you the truth, I have already collected a lot of precious cassocks. I thought that there would be no more cassocks in the world that could catch my eyes. I didn't expect you This outfit really opened my eyes."

He touched her cassock with his hands, looking like he couldn't put it down, and the cat's eye pendant by his ear kept shaking.

"Oh, oh, what a pity, what a pity..." the abbot kept saying, beating his chest and feet.

Chen Tangtang held the Buddhist beads and said nothing.

The abbot peeked at Chen Tangtang, and sighed again.

Until the little monk holding the teacup asked, "Why is the abbot sighing?"

He finally found the steps: "Holy Monk, you don't know, I had an eye disease yesterday, and I can't see things clearly, can you ask the Holy Monk to take off his clothes..."

"Bang-"

The teapot fell to the ground, and hot tea splashed on his legs and feet.

The abbot jumped out with a cry, but fortunately he was supported by a cane. He used to use a cane to pretend to be a monk, but now he is really a lame monk.

"What are you doing, get out quickly!" The abbot resisted the pain, and because Chen Tangtang was here, he didn't dare to reprimand him too much, so he just drove him out.

The little monk swaggered to the door and touched his ears.

"Cough!" Chen Tangtang coughed hard.

The little novice took a look at him, and then went out obediently.

"Abbot, the poor monk probably didn't hear clearly what you just said..."

The abbot limped to the side on crutches and said, "I want to serve the holy monk to change clothes."

For the cassock, he is shameless!

Chen Tangtang: "..."

Chen Tangtang: "Sorry, the poor monk has no intention of undressing in front of outsiders."

The abbot immediately said: "That's all right, I'll just wait outside the door, the holy monk will take off his clothes and pass them to me through the crack of the door."

Chen Tangtang: "..."

You and I, I don't know who is more difficult to say.

Amitabha, form~ is emptiness, and emptiness is form.

The abbot urged again: "Holy Monk, hurry up, just take off your clothes, and please ask for anything."

no, do not want.

The abbot was cruel: "Well, I don't think the holy monk brought any luggage when he went out. Just lend me this cassock for a look, and I will give the holy monk five cassocks."

Only then did Chen Tangtang suddenly realize that the abbot did not have the thought that coloring is coloring, Amitabha, ashamed, ashamed.

In this case……

Chen Tangtang said decisively: "No, this is enough for the poor monk, and he doesn't care about these external things."

Abbot: "Oh——"

If you really don't care, give it to me, I do.

The abbot said whatever he wanted to say, but Chen Tangtang just refused to let go.

The abbot, with parched mouth and tongue, leg pain and cramped feet, sat back in his seat, and planned to use a more roundabout way to ask for cassocks.

The abbot picked up a topic at random: "Since the holy monk came from heaven, he must have brought a lot of precious things with him. Since cassocks are not shown, the holy monk will not hide those things too." Tuck it in?"

Chen Tangtang thought to himself: If he didn't really show something to the abbot to see, maybe he would hit her with cassock.

However, she has nothing on her body except the cassock, and she has given her the tin staff and scripture certificate to Sun Xingzhe for safekeeping, and she only has Buddhist beads and... Huh?

Chen Tangtang touched the temporary stone in his sleeve, and suddenly had an idea.

Dare to think and do it, she immediately spread a golden light from her body to the stone.

"Amitabha, the poor monk doesn't have any precious things."

The abbot clapped his hands and said with a smile: "It seems that the holy monk has no choice but to take the cassock..."

Before he finished speaking, Chen Tangtang added: "However, the poor monk also has a rare thing in his hand."

The abbot was curious: "What is it? Holy monk, please don't let me down. Although I am in a remote mountain temple, I have seen many good things."

If this magnificent temple of yours is a wild temple, it is probably a wild wild.

"Amitabha, monks don't lie."

The poor monk did not lie, of course a stone stained with golden light is a rare thing.

"Look here."

Chen Tangtang held up the stone in his sleeve while talking.

Both the abbot and Ao Lie, who was pretending to be a novice, looked at her hand.

Could it be that Tang Seng really has some treasures?

Master's big baby?

However, when the two of them saw the true appearance of the object in her hand, they couldn't help but blushed.

Abbot: "..."

Ao Lie of the little novice: "...puchi!"

"Holy, Holy Monk, you..." The abbot's cat eyes were wide open, his cheeks were flushed, and he couldn't speak.

Ao Lie covered his hot and red cheeks, and lowered his head tightly, as if he wanted to bury his head in his chest.

"Huh?" Chen Tangtang put the stone in front of his eyes, "Is there something wrong?"

Although she spoke calmly, there was a "thump" in her heart.

Could it be that someone has seen through the means?

Oops, what should I do?

The abbot wiped his face and said weakly: "The holy monk is indeed a holy monk, with a clear heart and excellent disposition. He is not tempted by external objects. He really treats appearance as empty."

How did you see the heart of the poor monk from a stone?

Chen Tangtang: "Thank you... for the compliment?"

Abbot: "..."

That's not complimenting you, hey!

You, the holy monk, don't really realize it, do you?

The abbot glanced at the object in her hand again, and saw that the object had a triangular outline, with a raised center and rounded sides. It really, really resembled... Oh, sin, sin!

"This..." Ao Lie wanted to remind Master, but saw her grasp the protruding part and chop it.

"This is a stone ax..."

Abbot: "..."

Ao Lie: "..."

Yes, it does look like a rough and primitive stone axe, with the outlines of blades on both sides.

The abbot touched his face.

it hurts.

The author has something to say: Sun Xingzhe: What did you see in it?

Ao Lie: ...Master's big treasure?

Sun Xingzhe: ... what? !

Ao Lie: It's just a stone axe, why is senior brother so excited?

Sun Xingzhe: ... Get out!