"I heard that you're a master from the Tang of the East. Please forgive me for neglecting you.”This old man's speech was leaky, but his manners were decent. If Tang San didn't know his virtue, he would really have regarded him as a master.
After all, he was an old man who had lived for more than two hundred years. How could he be so easily seen through?
"This poor monk's name is Sanzang, Buddhist name is Tang San Ye. He built a treasure mountain without thinking, he didn't know what was good for him. I hope the old headmaster will forgive him.”
If you know how to act, how can I not know how to act?
After exchanging pleasantries, Tang San took his seat, Sun Xiaomei and little Bai Long standing behind him. At this moment, three jade cups and a jade teapot were placed on the expensive sandalwood table in front of him. Before the jade pot was emptied, the fragrance of tea had already filled the entire back hall.
"Good tea and good tools. Old headmaster sure knows how to enjoy them.”Tang San pinched that delicate jade cup, this wasn't an act.
This old monk probably had more gold, silver, precious stones, and jade than some nobles. Just this small jade cup in his hand, even if it was not aged, it would not be a problem to sell for a million yuan in his world.
"My eyes are dirty, my eyes are dirty." The old headmaster quickly waved his hand and said in shame,""Old Master is an eminent monk from the Great Tang. It's truly rude of me to use such an inferior item to entertain Old Master. Unfortunately, although I have been a monk for more than two hundred years, I have never left the mountain gate, and my knowledge is shallow…But may I ask, how far is the Great Tang from here?”
Tang San pretended to calculate with his fingers, frowning: "It's about five to six thousand miles from Chang 'an. After another five or six thousand li, he passed through the land of Zipanha before he arrived at your place.”
" If that's the case, then it's also tens of thousands of miles away…" The old monk sighed."What a joke. I've wasted my life and never left the house…Sigh, let's not talk about this.”
The two raised their cups to drink tea, and Tang San praised: "Good tea!"
He knew nothing about drinking tea, but since this old fellow wanted to act, he might as well accompany him.
"Master must be joking." The old monk smiled." Master is an eminent monk from the Tang Empire. The rare things you see must be as rare as the carps crossing the river. How can this humble tea deserve your praise?"”
If you can't be praised, then please be a little more humble. You're smiling like a fried dough twist. Are you afraid that others can't tell that you're very satisfied with my reaction?
"I'm ashamed to say, my Eastern Earth doesn't have any treasures. Even if it did, this journey is far, and I can't bring it……"
At this moment, Sun Xiaomei should jump out and say," Master, don't I have a precious kasaya in my bag?
Tang San stared blankly for three seconds, Sun Xiaomei didn't jump out, but rather minded her own business playing with the little white dragon that was afraid of strangers.
Seriously, he didn't even notice his master's gaze. Tang San was helpless, and could only go on stage himself. He was sure of this B, saying: "I didn't bring many treasures along the way. I only brought an unsightly kasaya, an unattractive Buddhist staff, and a purple-gold alms bowl used to beg for alms.”
"Haha." At this moment, the two child monks who were serving the old monk sneered. One of them said,""Speaking of kasaya, our old headmaster has been a monk for two hundred and fifty-six years.”
The meaning behind his words was that Tang San's party was shabby, coming from the Great Tang without even a valuable object.
"Hey, don't spout nonsense." The old headmaster reprimanded him, but his face couldn't suppress his pride, saying to Tang San: "Old Master has come from the Great Tang, so this disciple has nothing to entertain you with. Why don't I show Old Master my collection over the years? They are all common items, and Old Master can treat them as a joke.”
A joke? You're the one who wants to see me make a fool of myself, right?
Tang San responded yes, then saw the old monk order the disciples to carry twelve large cabinets and place them in the courtyard outside the abbot. Pulling up several hemp ropes, he took out the kasayas one by one from the cabinets and hung them on the hemp ropes.
Not long after, the hall was full of embroidery and the four walls were made of silk. It was a spectacular sight.
"What do you think, Master?" The old monk had a smile on his face. He felt a great sense of accomplishment for showing off.
"Hey."
Suddenly hearing Tang San sigh, the old headmaster said doubtfully: "Why is Master sighing?"
"This poor monk is only sad. The old headmaster's life was full of virtue and prestige, with thousands of these embroidered gold kasayas. This Penniless Monk had climbed mountains and waded through water, but only ended up with a tattered kasaya. He did not dare to wear it to meet others. He was really ashamed.”
"Sigh, Master can't take it lying down.”The old headmaster ordered someone to put away the kasaya and comforted,""As cultivators, why should we care about worldly thoughts? Old Master, just take out the kasaya, put it on, and sincerely pray in front of Buddha. Won't this break the hearts of mortals and tell Buddha about your determination to go west?”
What a bald donkey. He was determined to make Third Master embarrass himself!
But this was just as Tang San wanted, his original intention here wasn't to stay, but rather to pretend to be cool!
Only to see Tang San instruct Sun Xiaomei to open the luggage, taking out an item wrapped in oil paper. Before it was opened, golden light burst out from within.
While Tang San slowly opened it, he said: "This kasaya is a gift from Guan Yin Bodhisattva. It is called the Brocade Kasaya and is not considered a treasure.”
Before he could finish speaking, he had already taken out his kasaya and let Sun Xiaomei hold it, attracting everyone's attention. Then, he made another hand seal.
A black iron staff that was as tall as a person and as thick as a baby's wrist appeared in his hand."This staff is called Primordial Magic Staff, it is…"
At this moment Tang San finally discovered that basically no one was listening to him, even when he conjured the Primordial Magic Staff out of thin air no one noticed.
Everyone's gaze was focused on the dazzling golden light emanating from the brocade kasaya...
Good heavens, you really are mortal. No one can recognize a real treasure, but a meaningless kasaya has hooked your souls. You deserve to be unable to walk out of this mountain for the rest of your lives.
Tang Sanzang touched the ancient and unadorned Primordial Staff made of iron-like material and sighed." Staff, oh staff, I finally understand what loneliness is…"
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