As the old monk spoke, he looked at the brocade kasaya with regret."It's a pity that this brocade kasaya has no fate with me…"
"Does the old headmaster really like this brocade kasaya?”Unexpectedly, Jiang Liuer actually opened her mouth and asked.
"I like it, I really like it!" The old monk's eyes never left the brocade kasaya.
"Although this brocade kasaya is a treasure, it isn't suitable for exchange. However, the old headmaster really likes it, so there's no harm in giving it to him.”Jiang Liuer smiled.
When Sun Wukong saw this smile, he could not help but turn his head away. He could not bear to look at it anymore.
If Master smiled like this, someone would be in trouble!
" Give it to me..." The old monk looked at the kasaya and whispered. As he spoke, he suddenly raised his head and stared at Jiang Liu 'er,""Holy Monk, is this true? Monks don't lie!"
"Of course!" Jiang Liuer narrowed her eyes." I can give it to the headmaster, but we have to make it clear in advance. After giving it to the headmaster, you are not allowed to return it to me!"”
"Of course not, not!" When the old monk heard this, he couldn't wait to pick up the brocade kasaya and put it on half-way. He had a happy expression on his face as he thought, Only a fool would return it.
After cherishing it for a while, the old monk raised his head and a bright smile appeared on his old face."Thank you, holy monk. Oh, right, holy monk, you said that the brocade kasaya has something to do with it.”
Recalling Jiang Liuer's words, the old monk asked.
"This kasaya was originally given to me by Guan Yin Bodhisattva, wanting me to wear it to obtain scriptures, but I felt that she was too stingy and that this kasaya was not of high quality.”Jiang Liuer said slowly.
The old monk, who was stroking the brocade kasaya with one hand as if he had found a precious treasure, immediately revealed a hint of mockery when he heard this.
If this brocade kasaya isn't high enough, then what is worthy of a monk like you?
His brain must have been fried!
"I've always wanted to return it to Guanyin, but every time we meet, she won't give me the chance. This time, I can give it to the old headmaster in this Guanyin Zen Temple.”
Humph, what did he say about returning it to Guanyin…
A breath later, the old monk's hands trembled and his eyes widened.
Hiss!
He said he wanted to return it to Guan Yin Bodhisattva, but Bodhisattva didn't want it, so he gave it to me?
F * ck!
If Bodhisattva knew that I had taken back this brocade kasaya…
The old monk subconsciously glanced at the Guanyin statue in the hall, only to see that the Guanyin statue, which was originally covered in a thick layer of gold powder, seemed to have come to life. It looked at the old monk calmly.
Guanyin had appeared!
The old monk, who had been the master of Guanyin Temple for more than 200 years, almost couldn't shed a tear when he saw this scene.
Holy monk, you can't cheat people like this!
"Holy Monk, Holy Monk! Why don't you take this kasaya back first? I really don't have the fortune to enjoy it.”The old monk held the kasaya with both hands and hurried to Jiang Liuer.
"Amitabha. Old headmaster, you were the one who said that monks don't lie. We agreed just now that we can't return this kasaya to you.”Jiang Liuer said lightly.
When the old monk heard this, he was so anxious that he almost cried!
Monks don't lie.
Was this a kasaya?
This was something that could kill!
"No, Saint…"
"Amitabha. It's already late. This Penniless Monk will go to the monk room at the back to rest!”After Jiang Liuer finished speaking, she went to the backyard and found a room for the monks to stay in.
"No, we must send the kasaya back!”In the hall, the old monk hurriedly walked around twice before running to the backyard.
night
"Holy Monk, are you asleep?"
"She's asleep!"
The old monk was speechless.
"Holy monk, I'll return the kasaya to you!"
"Holy monk, please have mercy. Please accept this kasaya.”
"Holy Monk, open the door. We can talk!”
An hour later, the old monk almost shouted himself hoarse, but Jiang Liu 'er's room was still quiet and unmoved. The old monk was so anxious that he stomped his feet."What should we do?"
"Master, why don't we burn down the monk's room? Without the monk's room, they had to come out.”The eldest disciple of the old monk gritted his teeth and said.
"Burned?" The old monk looked at the Guanyin Temple that had been in charge for 200 years with his turbid eyes."What if the fire gets out of control?"
"Why would I care so much now!" The eldest disciple gritted his teeth and said.
" Sigh, burn it. I hope Bodhisattva..." The old monk stopped talking.
F ** k, why is it that other people's Bodhisattvas bless them, but why are there so many things in my family?
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