Journey to the West: Funeral Mission to the West

Now you are telling us about cassock?

Hahaha"

Guangzhi laughed.

The old dean coughed dryly and said: "Guangzhi, Guangmou, don't just talk, go and take out all the cassocks, let them have a look!"

Apparently, the old dean and the disciples of the Guanyin Temple all wanted to save Tang Sanbu's face through this incident, and also get back some face for themselves.Otherwise, at the meeting, the Guanyin Hall collapsed, whether it was an earthquake or people worshiping, it would be a bit embarrassing!

Tang Sanbu saw that he couldn't leave Bibi, so he didn't leave at all, just sat there and waited.

Speaking of cassocks, he really has one.However, until now he hadn't thought about where the cassock came from.

Anyway, when he was thrown into the long river of time and space, he didn’t have any

"Hey, I don't know where this cassock came from, and I don't know if it can compare with the collection of these monks. If it can't compare, it will be shameful." Thinking of this, Tang San suddenly slapped his thigh, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "No, they all buried me as Tang San, who learned Buddhist scriptures from the West, so it's not mine who are ashamed!"

Thinking of this, Tang Sanzan's mood suddenly brightened, and he sat there with a smile, watching the big show.

After a while, one or two thousand cassocks were carried out by forty or fifty large boxes, and hangers were hung on both sides, and each cassock was hung on it for everyone to watch.

Sun Wukong also went to look around, and saw that the cassocks on them were all made of flowers, embroidered brocades, embroidered and trimmed gold. Although the hangings were full of brocades and silk walls, they were very beautiful, but none of them could be regarded as treasures. of.

For a while, Monkey King had full confidence in this competition, and was thinking about how to hit these monks in the face.

I saw a bald man with a bald head, and he lifted off the tiger skin on his body, revealing a cassock covered in golden light, jasper and flowing clouds, and with various orbs on it. Among a pile of cassocks.

Chapter 11 This bald guy is a bit cheap

Wherever he passed, all the cassocks were eclipsed.

If it is said that the cassock on Tang Sanzhu's body is a cassock, then the rest are just rags, which are still the kind that cannot be seen!

Whether it is a monk or a believer who saw such a precious cassock, they exclaimed in shock, and the rate of returning their heads was as high as [-]%.

I saw the bald thief sighing with emotion as he walked: "Oh, old dean, your cassock is not bad, look at the handwork, look at the gold thread, it looks like hair!"

Speaking of this, this guy put his cassock on top, the opponent's cassock was covered with gold threads, and his was covered with a gold belt, about two fingers wide!

Tang Sanzan shook his head and pointed at the other one, saying: "This one is also good, it seems to be made of silk! It's really cool to start with."

Unlike this one on me, it’s warm in winter and cool in summer, so I can’t tell the four seasons of the year when I’m wearing it, it’s a headache.”

Seeing this guy shaking his head and looking sad, the monks clenched their fists and cursed in their hearts: "Damn it, this bald man is too much! There is no such disgusting person!"

"Old dean, this cassock of yours is good. The luminous pearl on it, tsk tsk, is as big as a thumb! This one is good, and the size is moderate. Unlike my cassock, there is not a single luminous pearl on it, only the veil is left. Things like water beads, fire prevention beads, and dust-proof beads are good-looking, but they are also quite mysterious. They are invulnerable to swords and guns, water and fire, but they can’t illuminate at night! It’s better for you.”

When Tang Sanzan said this, he heard a burst of exclamation from behind: "Patriarch!"

I saw that the old dean had already spurted a mouthful of blood to the sky, and was directly fainted by the thief's baldness, and then was carried away by a group of disciples.

Seeing this, Tang Sanzang spread his hands and said innocently: "This old dean is too boastful."

When everyone heard the words, they also had the urge to squirt blood, and cursed in their hearts: "What do you call boasting? I have never seen such a shameless monk like you!"

In this way, a Buddha clothing meeting, under the tumult of this bald man, finally ended before it even started.

Sun Wukong sighed: "It's over, Master. After being disturbed by us like this, I probably don't even think about staying in this temple, eating and drinking, and resting."

Tang Sanzan was deeply convinced: "It's really not possible, let's find a fellow villager to make a living. The old man just now is not bad, hey? What about others?"

At this moment, a monk ran out from the Guanyin Temple and shouted: "The eminent monks stay behind, and the eminent monks of the Eastern Tang Dynasty stay behind!"

Tang Sanzan was stunned, pointed at himself and asked, "Are you calling me?"

The person who came was Guangmou.

Guangmou said with a smile: "Aren't you the only eminent monk from the Eastern Tang Dynasty?

Although there are some misunderstandings between us, we are from the same family after all, and we should take care of each other when we go out.

It's getting late now, why don't you stay and rest for a night, and it won't be too late to go on the road tomorrow. "

Before Tang Sanzan could speak, Sun Wukong said in a low voice: "Master, if you have nothing to do to be courteous, you must be a traitor or a thief. You must ask, Master, please go slowly!"

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Sanzan had already followed Guangmou away.

Monkey King hurriedly pulled the white dragon horse and chased after him.

Guangmou arranged Tang Sanbu's master and apprentice in the guest room to the west, and then said with a smile: "Eminent monk, you should rest for a while. When the old principal recovers, I will come to see you, discuss Buddhism, and discuss the past and present."

After speaking, Guangmou left.

Sun Wukong saw Tang Sanzhe looked heartlessly around the room, frowned and said: "Master, it's obvious that there is something tricky here, why do you still stay?"

Tang Sanzan looked back at Monkey King dumbfoundedly, and asked, "Are you afraid of tricks?"

Sun Wukong was stunned, then understood what Tang Sanbu meant, and said with a smile: "Yes."

The master and apprentice are bold and bold, don't care what's tricky about it, let's talk about living comfortably first.

After eating the vegetarian meal in the evening, the old dean came, and as soon as he entered the room, he burst into tears.

Tang Sanzun scratched his bald head, and asked curiously: "Old principal, why are you crying? Parents are gone, or are grandparents gone?"

When the old dean heard this, his feet went limp, and he almost tripped over the threshold and fell to his death on the spot!

He is more than 270 years old, and he can't stand it anymore, where are his parents and grandparents?This bald man, who doesn't look too smart, speaks so irritatingly!

Thinking of getting angry, the old dean found that the bald man in front of him made people angry no matter how he looked, and he wished to give his bald head two hammers to relieve his anger.

The old dean coughed dryly and said, "Eminent Monk, you came from the Eastern Tang Dynasty, and you have a lot of experience. Unlike me, who have lived for more than 270 years without leaving this monastery.

Today I am short-sighted, a gnat may shake a tree, have eyes but no pearls, and do not know the true God, so I ask the eminent monk to atone for my sin. "

After the old dean finished speaking, he knelt on the ground

Seeing this, Tang Sanzan quickly stretched out his hand to ask for it.

At that moment, the speed of the old dean's kneeling slowed down, obviously he didn't intend to kneel, he just waited for Tang Sanzan to entrust him, and he stopped kneeling.

What made him angry was that the bald man's movements also slowed down, and he didn't support him, so he just knelt down on the ground with a bang, that's called honesty!

The 270-year-old old kneecap usually hurts in bed, but now he kneels on the ground, and tears flowed down his face. He really cried on the spot, and cursed in his heart: "Why is this monk so cheap!"

"Oh, get up, get up." At this time, the thief came over, pulled the old dean to get up.

The old dean shouted: "Don't don't touch me, it hurts, it hurts!"