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

Wukong picked up the pile of robes and glanced at them casually.

He sneered, "These tattered clothes are so vulgar, so tacky."

Guangmou was furious, "What do you know!"

How can a monkey wrapped in animal skins be qualified to judge these exquisite robes?

They were afraid that Wukong would touch it again, so they simply held it farther away.

An attitude of avoiding it.

Jin Chi waved his hands at Guangmou and Guangzhi, signaling them not to cause trouble.

He calmly introduced: "Each of these robes is made of exquisite craftsmanship and fine materials."

"Look, this one has gold thread sewn on it."

Tang Shan followed the direction of his finger and nodded vigorously.

"Yes, yes, it's all glittering and golden."

Thanks to Tang Shan's support, Jin Chi's vanity was greatly satisfied.

He couldn't wait to introduce other decorations in the temple.

"This Guanyin statue is made of pure gold, shining brightly, symbolizing brightness and brilliance."

"These statues of Daluo gods were all crafted by skilled craftsmen, and their expressions are lifelike."

"The paint on the upper body was taken from foreign tributes. The colors are bright and fade-resistant. They are extremely precious."

Jin Chi chattered a lot.

The more Tang Shan listened, the more she felt that Elder Jin Chi was very suitable for live streaming sales.

With such eloquence and attitude, he is definitely an ace salesperson.

Wukong sneered and said: "Vulgar things, vulgar things, they are all vulgar and unbearable."

Tang Shan still had an awkward yet polite smile on her face that belonged to an adult.

I really wanted to shut Wukong's mouth.

Look, Jin Chi’s face darkened visibly.

He said coldly, "I wonder what kind of item would be able to catch the eye of the donor?"

Wukong smiled and said, "Very well, if you really want to know, I will open your eyes."

"Alas," Tang Shan sighed softly. The power of the plot was so strong.

Forget it, I don’t want to care about it anymore.

As expected, Wukong took out the colorful cassock from his pocket.

With a flick of his hand, the entire cassock unfolded completely in front of Jin Chi.

"Wow~" The other little disciples exclaimed in surprise.

For a moment, the room was filled with colorful lights.

The entire robe is sewn with gold thread and is studded with gems, jade and relics.

Jin Chi's cloudy eyes seemed to see the brightest spark in the dark night.

He reached up and stroked the brocade robe with trembling hands.

I couldn't help but murmur, "Beautiful, it's so beautiful."

I have seen countless rare treasures and collected dozens of robes.

Nothing can compare to what is before my eyes.

Then, Wukong said proudly: "This is a gift from Guanyin herself. How can you ordinary people compare to it?"

"What? It was given by Guanyin!"

Jin Chi was shocked.

At this time, the fingers that were caressing were more cautious, for fear of damaging anything.

Wukong was caught off guard and took back his robe.

"Just look at it, don't do anything."

Jin Chi watched Wukong reluctantly as he put the cassock back into his bag.

Tang Shan was planning to sneak out.

Thirty-six strategies are the best.

Never be a slave to the plot.

Jin Chi said anxiously: "Master!"

Tang Shan's heart skipped a beat. Kong Kong, you must firmly reject him later.

She turned her head stiffly, and said with a forced smile, "What's the matter, old dean?"

Jin Chi said awkwardly, "I'm already two hundred and seventy years old, and my eyesight is blurry. At night, I can't see clearly."

"I have been worshipping Guanyin for so long, and today I have a rare opportunity to see a sacred object. I would like to borrow the cassock for a night to see it clearly."

Here I come, you want to borrow my robes.

Wukong, come over here and reject him.

Tang Shan glanced at Wukong who was chewing a banana and asked, "Disciple, what do you think?"

Eat, eat, eat, come on.

Wukong, receiving the signal, said: Hmm? Master, are you asking me to hand over my robes?

But this is an item bestowed by Guanyin, how can I just give it to her?

But Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva has already given it to my master, so it belongs to my master. He said he would give it to me, so I can’t stop him from doing so.

If I make him unhappy, I will have a headache.

The banana in my hand suddenly lost its fragrance.

Wukong picked up the cassock and threw it to Jin Chi, "Take it, take it."

Tang Shan's chest was clogged with blood and she almost vomited out of anger.

She turned her head and narrowed her eyes slightly, letting you refuse and not having the goods delivered to your door.

Wukong sensed an inexplicable sense of danger.

What’s wrong? Am I slow in throwing away the robes?

You can't be so unreasonable!

Jin Chi hugged the colorful cassock tightly with both hands and walked out the door without saying a word.

I was afraid that if I walked a step slower, my robe would be taken back.

Tang Shan sat down with her hand on her forehead, feeling hopeless.

Never mind, monkeys are not afraid of fire, I just need to take care of myself.

"Master, why do you look so worried?"

"Oh? Doesn't my clever and beloved disciple know the reason?"

Wukong scratched his head and said, "I didn't make you unhappy today, and I gave you my robe."

Could it be that he had done something else today?

Tang Shan laughed in anger, "Do you think your teacher is such a generous person?"

These words were like a revelation.

Wukong recalled that when he wanted to carry his master's luggage that day, he was directly rejected.

Then when I found out that it was full of gold, silver and jewelry...

Indeed, Master does not seem to be a noble person who regards money as something outside of his body.

It's over, that cassock...

Wukong stood in a corner of the room sullenly.

The world isolates me and I let him mock me...

Jin Chi hurried back to the room holding the cassock.

He doesn't look like an old man who is about to turn 300 years old.

Just now he needed the support of two children, but now he can walk very fast.

As soon as he entered the door, he couldn't wait to put on his robes.

He twisted and turned in front of the bronze mirror, making endless circles of love.

Guangzhi and Guangmou were blowing flattery crazily beside them.

"Master, this Buddhist robe suits you perfectly."

"It looks perfect, incomparable."

"Only a holy monk like Master is worthy of the cassock given by Guanyin."

Everyone praised Jin Chi with a new word, making him feel flattered.

"Buddhas need golden garments, and people need clothes. This seamless heavenly garment is tailor-made for me, flawless and perfect."

Jin Chi caressed the cassock lovingly, and suddenly his joy turned into sadness.

Guang had a plan in mind and whispered, "As long as we treat them like this..."

He made a motion of wiping his neck.

"The brocade cassock will belong to you forever, Grandmaster."

Jin Chi's eyes flickered as he said, "I am a disciple of Guanyin. How can I do something that would harm someone's life? It's a sin, a sin."

Suddenly he added, "Then what should we do? We must do it right the first time, otherwise if things get exposed, it will be disastrous."

The speed of this attitude change can be called Sichuan face-changing.

At night, Tang Shan lay on her side on the bed wearing a fireproof cotton coat.

Soon, the smoke alarm at the door made a "beeping" sound.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of quick-response sprinklers sprayed water simultaneously.

Tang Shan stretched, put on a gas mask and rushed out.

A stick blocked her way

"Who are you? Where is my master?"