The strongest collapse system

Chapter 504 Lu Bai
There are layers of palaces and pavilions, overlapping corridors, covered by colorful clouds outside the door, surrounded by red mist in front of the hall, and pines and junipers planted on the side of the road. It is a magnificent temple.

When Wang Fan and Wang Fan approached the temple, Monk Tang got off his horse and was about to knock on the door when a monk just walked out of the door.

This monk wore a left-hand hairpin hat, a cassock, and copper rings on his ears. He kept chanting Buddha's name in his mouth, and he looked quite like an eminent monk.

When Tang Monk saw it, he stood by the door and shouted the Buddha's name. The monk quickly returned the salute and said with a smile, "Where did the master come from? Please come in quickly."

"I am an imperial envoy from the Great Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land. I went to Leiyin Temple to worship Buddha and seek scriptures. It was getting late here, and I wanted to stay overnight." Tang Seng said.

"Please come in, please come in." The monk was quite enthusiastic and invited both of them in.

Tang Seng followed the monk into the mountain gate, first went to worship the Buddha, and then went to the back room to enjoy the fast meal arranged by the temple.

When worshiping Buddha, I saw four large characters written in the main hall, which were the four characters "Guanyin Temple".

It is a temple dedicated to Guanyin Bodhisattva.

After enjoying the fast meal, the sky was not yet completely dark. When Tang Seng was resting, he saw two little boys coming out with an old monk on his arm.

This old monk's eyesight is dim, his mouth is closed, his waist is bent, his face is full of wrinkles, he looks like he is dying, and he will die suddenly in the next moment, Wang Fan will not feel strange.

However, for such an old man, his attire was a bit... a bit more jewel-like!
Wang Fan can only use this adjective.

The old monk wore a Pilu hat on his head with cat's eye jewels inlaid on it, a brocade velvet shirt with gold trim and emerald beads on his body, and a pair of monk shoes on which emeralds were gathered. , pearls, agates, clams... and other eight treasures, and the stick in his hand is embedded with clouds and stars.

It's not like a monk who should be ascetic at all, but like a grandfather of a wealthy family.

Wang Fan felt that his eyes were about to be blinded.

"Master Patriarch is here." All the monks said in unison when they saw the old monk.

"Disciple pays homage to the old master." Tang Seng did not dare to sit still, stepped forward to greet him, and bowed to salute.

The old monk returned the gift and said, "Just now, the younger ones said that a master came from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land, so I came out to pay my respects."

Sanzang said: "It's the poor monk who came here uninvited and visited Baoshan. He didn't know what to do. Forgive the sin, forgive the sin."

The old monk didn't dare to talk, and talked with Tang Seng for a while, and then called for tea.

There was a little boy who took out a suet jade tea tray with three French blue and gold teacups on it, and another boy who held a platinum teapot and poured three cups of fragrant tea. It is brighter and more fragrant than sweet-scented osmanthus.

Tang Seng looked straight.

After he was named Yudi, he had also seen the decorations in the Tang Palace, and he did not enjoy tea like this.

"Good thing, good thing, it's really a delicious food!" Tang Seng praised it endlessly.

"Damn the noble eyes of the master! The master is a kingdom of heaven, and he has a wide range of rare treasures. What is there to praise for such utensils?" The old monk smiled, said modest words in his mouth, but his expression was full of complacency, and said, "The master is from Shangbang, is there any treasure that can open the poor monk's eyes?"

Tang Seng blushed immediately, and said, "Poor! I don't have any treasures in my Eastern Land Tang Dynasty. Even if I did, the journey is far away, and it's not convenient to carry it with me."

A flash of appreciation flashed in Wang Fan's heart.

Does Tang Seng really have no baby?
Of course it's fake.

He has a baby, and it is far beyond the imagination of the old monk.

Among the messy luggage, three treasures lay quietly: the brocade cassock, the nine-ringed tin rod, and the purple gold bowl.

The brocade cassock is woven by silkworms drawn from ice, and it will not fall into reincarnation when worn on the body; the tin rod with nine rings is made of copper and iron, and it can be held in the hand to avoid pollution and poison.These two treasures were bestowed by the Buddha himself, they are incomparably precious, compared to the Zijin Bowl, which was given by the King of Tang for alms.

The three treasures are extremely precious.

If it is taken out, the old monk is naturally no match.

But Tang Seng didn't dare to show it. Although he was a little weak, at least he knew the common sense of how to behave in the world.

The ancients said: Wealth should not be revealed!
Treasures should not be seen by greedy, treacherous and hypocritical people. If they are seen by such people, they will definitely move their hearts. This kind of people will be greedy, and all kinds of conspiracies will emerge one after another.If the owner of the treasure is afraid of disaster, then he can keep safe by giving up the treasure; if he is unwilling to give up, then the disaster is close at hand.

Shi Chong in the Western Jin Dynasty is a good example.

"Master is really humble. If you don't want to show it, the poor monk will not be blessed." The old monk laughed loudly, and Tang Seng also followed suit.

The monks around also laughed one by one.

Only Wang Fan didn't smile, and watched all this with cold eyes.

They thought Tang Seng was intimidated, so they looked down on him a bit.

Wang Fan is different from these monks, but has some appreciation for Tang Seng.

"After killing the six thieves, Tang Seng has no desires and no desire to compare." Wang Fan said in his heart, "If Wukong followed Tang Seng to learn scriptures, I don't know if he can hold back. If not, he would take out the brocade cassock Show off."

Now it is Wang Fan who is escorting Tang Monk to learn scriptures, but there will be no more troubles.

The story of Dou Bao turned, and Tang Seng and the head of the hospital continued to talk. While talking happily, a strange voice suddenly came from not far away.

"hiss……"

There was a sound of gasping for air, and at the same time, a bright red light radiated from the dimly lit room, as if a sun had appeared.

The old homeowner looked over, but was dazzled by the light for a moment, unable to see clearly.

It wasn't until more than ten breaths later that the light gradually faded, adapting to the light.

"Good cassock!"

The old monk saw the appearance of the cassock clearly and suddenly exclaimed.

This cassock is exactly the brocade cassock given to Tang Seng by Tathagata Buddha. It was originally placed in the luggage and wrapped with two layers of oiled paper.

Just now a young monk came forward to help Tang Seng pack and place his luggage. For some reason, the package wrapped in the cassock slipped out of it, and the two layers of oil paper wrapped in the cassock also broke inexplicably, revealing the true appearance of the cassock.

It was just a corner, and the red light emitted illuminated the entire back room, and the escaping color filled the courtyard.

The old monk couldn't hold back any longer, and regardless of Tang Seng's presence, he took three steps at a time and made two steps, moving extremely quickly, and rushed towards the luggage. He didn't look like a 270-year-old man at all.

He picked up the package from the ground, and tore off the oiled paper in twos and twos, revealing the true face of Jin Lan's cassock.

Immediately, the sun was shining brightly, with thousands of auspicious colors, and all the monks stared straight.

After a while, the old monk came back and stood in front of Tang Seng, with tears in his eyes, and then knelt down.

Kneeling suddenly!
(End of this chapter)