Journey to the West: Monks do not tell lies, they only rob

The little monk following closely outside the door dropped his jaw in shock.

He is indeed the eminent monk chosen by the Tang King, and he can even talk to the bronze mirror!

After closing the door gently, several people left quickly, fearing that they would disturb Xuanzang's practice.

Tang Shan in the room was staring at the face in the mirror with a crazy look on her face.

He has red lips, white teeth, delicate eyebrows and eyes, and is handsome and elegant, comparable to a slim woman.

He was 1.8 meters tall, and even his old robes could not hide his handsome figure and graceful demeanor.

This is definitely an ascetic handsome man!

The saliva on Tang Shan's lips was shashasha...

On the third day of September in the 13th year of Zhenguan, a water and land ceremony was held at Huasheng Temple in Chang'an.

Early this morning, more than 1,200 monks from Huasheng Temple began to burn incense and chant scriptures.

The novice monks surrounded Tang Shan and sat him on the altar's high platform.

“No, I don’t understand Buddhism…”

Tang Shan was forced to sit on a cushion.

"Amitabha, Master, please don't be too modest. This is a Buddhist event that only you can handle."

As he said that, he removed the ladder, leaving Tang Shan alone on the high altar.

"Hey! Could you at least leave the ladder behind..."

Her cries were drowned out by the sound of chanting.

Somehow, she always felt that the monks carrying the ladder were moving faster.

Okay, let’s play it this way, right?

Tang Shan said angrily in her heart: Let me show you how powerful I am when I spread my wings like a roc.

As she spoke, she stretched out her arms toward the edge of the platform, ready to jump down.

The corners of his eyes swept across the ground.

"Eh eh eh..."

Her arms danced rapidly in the air like two propellers, trying her best to stop her body from leaning forward.

Who is it that wouldn't mind building such a high platform?

Is it chanting scriptures or offering sacrifices to heaven?

Tang Shan calmed herself down and estimated that she was several meters above the ground.

Fortunately I didn’t really jump just now, otherwise I would have fallen flat on my face.

She quickly found an excuse for herself.

This height was beyond the safe range and the jump failed.

The monks who were closer to her all looked up at her.

A clear look with doubt in it: What are you doing?

Tang Shan touched her nose and smiled awkwardly, then quickly sat back on the mat.

Never mind, it’s far away anyway.

They also cannot hear whether what they are reciting is the true scriptures.

"Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt has its creditor. Go find whoever has offended you..."

"Tit for tat. If it's not done now, then the time has definitely not come yet..."

"I'm just a slave working for someone else. Please don't make things difficult for me..."

"When will the cycle of revenge ever end? It's better to have some fried chicken and beer and chat..."

Tang Shan closed her eyes tightly and kept talking.

From a distance, he really looks like a monk who is reciting Buddhist teachings meticulously.

After the morning court session, the King of Tang came here with his ministers.

The sandalwood incense is lingering and the sound of scriptures is continuous.

Seeing Xuanzang's hard work, he nodded with satisfaction.

Finally, I didn't find the wrong person.

He no longer had to worry about the Dragon King of Jinghe River causing trouble for him.

While he was thinking, Prime Minister Xiao Yu led in two bald monks wearing tattered robes, with bald heads and bare feet.

Tang Shan sat on the high platform and saw the person coming from a distance.

"Sometimes I really don't understand the minds of the gods. Don't they know that human nature cannot stand the test?"

Fortunately, I am a person who traveled through time and space in a book.

The corners of her mouth curled up in a confident arc.

The most important NPC in the world of Journey to the West is about to appear.

The monks had just set up a ladder to get down from the stage.

Tang Shan brushed away the young monk who wanted to support her.

Slide down the ladder quickly.

As soon as he entered, he heard the Bodhisattva say, "The cassock is five thousand taels, and the staff is two thousand taels."

Tang Shan quickly squeezed in between the group of people.

He opened his mouth and said, "People with destiny don't need money, right?"

She remembered clearly that before Tang Sanzang went on a journey to obtain Buddhist scriptures, Guanyin gave him several treasures.

Poor handsome guy, he sold himself out after being coaxed by a beautiful, rich sister.

When Guanyin saw that the person who spoke was the reincarnation of Jin Chanzi, she was very happy.

"Master Xuanzang is right. You are the destined person I am looking for."

Guanyin handed the cassock and the nine-ring staff to Tang Shan.

She quickly took it, baring her big white teeth.

His hands greedily touched the two treasures.

Oh, this staff is covered with gold foil.

It would be nice to scrape it off and make a gold bracelet.

As for the cassock, you can also wear it out on the street by changing it into a cheongsam.

Guanyin Bodhisattva saw Xuanzang hugging the two treasures with a loving look on his face.

A relieved smile suddenly appeared on his face.

If he can take such good care of just two Buddhist objects, it must be the right thing to entrust the mission of obtaining the scriptures to him.

"Master Xuanzang, what you just chanted is the Hinayana Buddhism, which cannot help the dead souls ascend to heaven."

Tang Shan paused. Here it comes, finally getting to the point.

As the saying goes, one should be grateful for what one has received from others. Guanyin also understands the ways of the world.

She sighed helplessly in her heart: If Guanyin really heard what she was saying just now, she wouldn't have to follow the plot.

Tang Shan raised her hand, "Don't say anything, I understand!"

She turned and left, holding her robes in one hand and her staff in the other.

It doesn’t matter whether you obtain the scriptures or not. The most important thing is to meet the monkey as soon as possible.

With Monkey King in hand, I have Journey to the West.

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Guanyin Bodhisattva and Mu Cha looked at each other.

"I haven't said anything yet..."

What does he understand?

Mu Cha shook his head, "Maybe Jin Chanzi didn't drink Meng Po soup..."

The Tang Emperor sighed, "Master Xuanzang is truly a role model of Buddhism, selfless and fearless of life and death."

Faced with such dangers, he could still smile and remain calm.

King Tang patted Xiao Yu's shoulder with satisfaction and said, "You found the right person."

Xiao Yu said "yes" repeatedly with a smile on his face.

Thinking of Xuanzang's laughter when he left just now, he always felt uneasy.

How could a monk laugh like that?

But please don't let anything weird happen.

The next day, King Tang led his ministers to send Tang Shan outside the pass.

"Wait a minute." Tang Shan stopped and did not move.

Everyone was confused.

Tang Shan walked up to King Tang and said, "Your Majesty, I have come a long way and have traveled through mountains and rivers. Shouldn't you show some appreciation?"

She placed her palms upwards and quietly spread them out in front of King Tang.

The hints are so obvious, it would be unreasonable not to act accordingly.

"Ah, my brother is right." The Tang King slapped his forehead, "Look, I am confused."

He placed the pass in Tang Shan's hand and said, "Thank goodness my brother remembered it, otherwise I would have had to take another detour."

Haha, Tang Shan lowered her head and looked at the document in her hand.

What she wants is gold!

"Wait a minute!" Tang Shan spoke again.

"What's the matter, Master? Are you going to regret it and not want to obtain the scriptures anymore?"

A civil official beside the King of Tang spoke in dissatisfaction.

Tang Shan took out the staff and cassock and said, "Your Majesty, here are seven thousand taels in total. I will sell them all to you."

Xiao Yu asked anxiously, "Didn't those two bald monks give you this item? Why are you selling it to His Majesty?"

What happened to the saying that monks should keep their six senses pure and not be greedy for money?

Tang Shan pretended to be heartbroken in the face of everyone's puzzled looks.

"You all don't know that without money, how could I have traveled such a long distance to seek Buddhist scriptures?"

She lifted her sleeves and pretended to wipe away the sweat.

In fact, she was afraid that others would see the corners of her mouth that she couldn't suppress.