Report at the beginning of Journey to the West

Chapter 37
Xie Yun looked at the terrified eyes of the monks, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "I don't eat people, what are you afraid of? What should I do?"

The monks, big and small, dispersed, and the group was welcomed into an exquisite small courtyard.

After the meal, two children helped the old abbot of the Guanyin Temple to enter the door.

How would you describe this old host?
A bumpkin dressed up as a nouveau riche is the most apt word.

He wears a Pilu square hat inlaid with blue opals on his head, wears a brocade velvet gold silk emerald cassock, and leans on a Zen staff inlaid with clouds and stars.

"I just heard from the little ones that the Taoist priest came from the Tang Dynasty in the Eastern Land, and he has some friendship with Guanyin Bodhisattva?" The host was wrinkled and his teeth were almost lost, he hunched over and asked.

"I've seen it a few times, I'm not familiar with it, I'm not familiar with it." Xie Yun said with a smile on his face, but he was extremely shocked in his heart.

Buddhism is so fucking rich, the abbot of a small temple in a Buddhist monastery wears gold and silver, and there are so many treasures hidden in the whole temple, the power to attract money is terrifying!

"Come here, serve tea!" The old host didn't mind and said.

Soon, two little boys came up with a tray. The tea was the best Dahongpao, and the tea set was the best in the world. The teapot was inlaid with French blue and gold, the lid of the cupronickel teapot, and the four teacups were carved out of the best suet jade.

"My set of tea set comes from the Tang Palace, and it is exclusive to the emperor. Please be careful not to drop it." The old monk poured half a cup of tea, pushed it to Xie Yun, and asked, "The Taoist is from the Tang Dynasty. Have you ever seen such a beautiful thing?"

"I seem to have seen it before." Xie Yun scratched his head and replied seriously.

Back then when Li Shimin invited him to dinner, who the hell could care less about looking at the tea set, and he was all focused on admiring the dancer's dancing posture, bah!Improve your artistic accomplishment.

A bird can see the broken tea set in the palace.

"Master, his tea set is fake." Li Mingda said.

"This little benefactor, you can't say something nonsense. I bought this tea set from a Hu merchant for 500 taels of gold." The old host immediately pulled his face down and argued.

"Hey." Sun Wukong taunted proudly: "Old monk, do you know who my senior sister is, she is the princess of Tang Dynasty, and the most beloved little princess."

The old monk's heart sank.

"Master, my family's royal porcelain is all made by the general supervisor. If it is leaked, it will be decapitated. Moreover, the Tang royal family respects fire virtues. Not only the armor and battle flags are red, but even the patterns on the porcelain are red. Your opinion No matter how I look at the French blue and gold teapot, it looks like it was made by the Huns."

Next, Li Mingda gradually criticized the inferior level of tea set forgery from the material and texture of the teapot, fully demonstrating the erudition of a royal princess.

The old host's face turned from yellow to white, from white to red, from red to black, and finally turned into a liver color. He lifted his tea set and smashed it all to the ground.

"Master, what's wrong with him, at least he bought it for 500 taels of gold, no matter what, it's worth two bags of rice, what a pity to smash it up." Monkey King said with regret.

"Forcibly pretending to be forceful, and being slapped in the face, I became angry from embarrassment, so pitiful." Xie Yun shook his head and continued to make up the knife.

"It seems that Guanyin Temple doesn't have any good things. Let's eat, wash up and go to bed early."

"Wait a minute, this set of tea sets is nothing more than an eye-catcher. The poor monk has collected 32 cassocks all his life. I will take them out today to open your eyes!" The old monk stopped Xie Yun and said.

He has lived to be 270 years old, and he has never been ashamed as he is today. This place must be brought back.

Sun Wukong and Li Mingda looked at each other, thinking that the old monk was crazy, and dared to compare his outfit with his master.

Dao Dao personally refined the top-grade innate magic weapon - the supreme Taoist robe. The entire prehistoric three worlds are comparable to the Dao ancestor's Taoist robe. The six saints are not as extravagant as their masters. Who will give the old monk confidence?

Thirty-four Toutuos carried twelve wardrobes and placed them in the courtyard with locks on them. Zen incense came from inside. It seems that the old monk cherished them very much and often used agarwood to fumigate the clothes.

When the lock was opened, all the 32 cassocks were shaken out one by one, and hung on the clothesline in the courtyard. For a while, the hall was full of beautiful embroidery, and the walls were covered with silk, all of which were gorgeous clothes dressed in flowers and brocade, embroidered with gold.

"How's it going?" the old host said proudly, and his hunched waist straightened unknowingly.

Spectacular, ostentatious, precious light, precious light?

The old host froze and stopped smiling.

Where did the precious light of his cassock come from?

Toutuo, who were standing all over the yard, was already dumbfounded.

In order to keep a low profile, Xie Yun had always sealed his Taoist robes into ordinary gray Taoist robes. Now that he unsealed the seal, the sky was filled with precious light, and the court was filled with brilliance. With a random shake, there were phantoms of thousands of immortals coming to drink.

The magnificence of this Taoist robe is uncontrollable for ordinary people, but it is extremely suitable for Xie Yun.

When people look at it, they have the thought of kneeling and worshiping.

The old host's eyes glowed green, his legs were weak from excitement, he couldn't even walk, and he muttered to himself: "Baby, my baby, I must get it!"

"Things with no eyesight, what are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and put away my tattered cassock, and serve good tea for the Taoist priest. Tonight, I will have a candle-lit talk with the Taoist priest." The old host said with a smile on his face. .

"Forget it, Pindao only wants to help the confused female goblins in the middle of the night. Master, if you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have to fart, fast, Pindao plans to go back to sleep." Xie Yun pushed the old host away, disgusted. Said: "Pindao is not familiar with you, so don't get close to me if you have nothing to do."

The old host's smiling face froze, but it returned to normal in the blink of an eye. He gritted his teeth, knelt down and said, "Master Daoist, can you lend me this dress for a while?"

"System, I report that the director of Guanyin Temple wants to be a traitor and betray Buddhism."

"Ding, the report system is checking, congratulations to the host for successfully reporting, and rewarding the host with ten chaotic energy."

After Xie Yun reported it unceremoniously, he found that the old monk's forehead was slightly dark.

"Ahem, the poor monk made a slip of the tongue just now, either he wanted to wear it, or he wanted to borrow it to take a look."

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, Pindao has believed in one sentence in his life: never borrow his wife or clothes." Xie Yun sealed his supreme Taoist robe and said.

"What?" The old monk looked confused.

"Oh, Pindao forgot, Master is a thick-skinned monk."

Xie Yun explained earnestly: "Master doesn't have a wife, so he can't understand that his wife doesn't borrow clothes, and he doesn't borrow clothes. It's because the poor have a thin skin and dare not go out without clothes."

"The master is different. He must often go out without clothes."

A trace of black blood dripped from the corner of the old host's angry mouth, depressed, when did he ever let others hate him like this?

Xie Yun turned around and took Li Mingda's hand to leave.

Sun Wukong shook his head and sneered in his heart: This old monk is still young, and my old grandson's master would dare to provoke him.

"Master Daoist, if you don't let me wear it, the poor monk will pass away here today, and he will die in peace." The old abbot stood up and said angrily.

Without looking back, Xie Yun waved his hands and said, "It's not easy for Master to have this awareness. If you die early and reincarnate early, don't waste food while you live."

puff!
The old monk spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted out of anger.

This Taoist priest doesn't play cards according to common sense!
PS: It’s okay to join the group when you pass by, there are benefits in the group.

(End of this chapter)