Journey to the West: I Am Entertaining in the Great Tang

"Da Tang sacred monk, Lao Na is so old, I don't know how many years are left to live, and now I only have this wish. Is it possible that a sacred monk wants to watch Lao Na just die?"

The presiding officer of the Guanyin Temple, the elderly Jin Chi's body was trembling, and he looked obsessed with the golden robes on the table.

He has loved these precious things all his life. Now that he sees such a treasure, how can he be willing to slip away from him?

"Hehe, old monk, how did you show off your treasure just now? What? How about this beautiful robe of my master?"

Sun Wukong put away his cell phone, knowing it in his mind, and even more contemptuous in his heart when he saw the other party's performance.

"Hey, the holy monk deserves to come from the rich Tang Dynasty. It's because Lao Na has clumsy eyes. This robe..."

Hearing Monkey King's words, Elder Jin Chi paused slightly and then sighed.

"This......"

Tang Sanzang hesitated. On him, there was a beautiful robes and a Zen stick, which were all given to him by Guanyin. Now let him lend him to the other party for one night, which makes him very embarrassed!

"Master, according to my old grandson, just lend it to him, is it possible that he can escape with a robe?"

At this time, Monkey King whispered.

"Well, since the old courtyard master likes it, let me lend you a look!"

Tang Sanzang nodded. He still understands Sun Wukong's ability. He doesn't believe it. The other party can still run away with the robes. Moreover, this is the Guanyin Temple. No matter what, he dare not do such things under Guanyin's nose. Right?

Obviously, the current Tang Sanzang is no longer the old pedantic monk who only knows chanting. He also knows how to analyze and how to think.

The night falls, and the stars are shining.

In the host's residence, Elder Jin Chi looked at the golden robes under the candlelight, with an obsessive expression on his face, stroking with his dry palms, as if he was stroking his beloved.

"Hey, it's a pity, although things are good, they are not owned by the old man!"

After a long while, Elder Jinchi sighed.

"Why the master should worry?"

At this time, the two monks standing aside smiled slightly.

"Oh? Is there any way you can do it?"

Elder Jinchi's turbid eyes flickered, then he recovered his calm, and asked curiously.

"As long as this robe becomes a master, isn't it all right?"

The fat monk smiled and said, "Master, don't worry, tomorrow, this robes will become yours!"

After all, the two monks walked out.

Elder Jin Chi sat on the chair, his face confused, as if he didn't understand, but the robes he was holding were slightly wrinkled.

......

"Wukong, why did you lend Jin Lan's robe to the host? Something is wrong with him as a teacher!"

In the guest room, Tang Sanzang was a little fidgety. When did Guan Shiyin give it to him, what should I do if something goes wrong?

"Master, rest assured, Brother Qin asked me to give it to him!"

Monkey King had no choice but to explain.

"Qin donor?"

Upon hearing this, Tang Sanzang immediately sat on the bed and felt relieved.

Tianzun Tianzun came out for Qin Hao, and the only thing that seriously injured Tathagata Buddha is now someone with a mobile phone. Who knows who does not know?

Therefore, in his opinion, since Qin Hao asked Wukong to borrow the robes, there must be his reason!

"Master, do you want two?"

At this time, Monkey King shook his phone, and in the screen, it was Doudizhu!