After a moment of silence, the old monk recovered from his shock and said to Jiang Liuer,""Holy Monk, to tell you the truth, I have lived for more than two hundred years. My only hobby is collecting kasayas. I thought that after collecting hundreds of kasayas, no one could compare to me.”
"As expected of a country in the Heavenly Dynasty. The number of treasures is far from what our small village temple can compare to.”
"Amitabha. Old headmaster, do you think rich people are happy? You can't imagine our happiness.”Jiang Liuer said calmly with her palms together.
Hiss!
Why did a monk like you have so much reasoning?
The old monk was shocked once again. The script he had planned just now was suddenly fed to the dogs.
"Holy monk, forgive me for being blunt, but I want to use a treasure to exchange for your brocade kasaya!”The old monk no longer dared to beat around the bush and spoke bluntly to Jiang Liuer.
"Amitabha. This kasaya is of great importance. For the sake of the headmaster, this penniless monk won't change it, right?”Jiang Liuer replied.
"Holy Monk, I am sincere. As long as you give me this brocade kasaya, I will give these hundreds of kasayas to you.”The old monk pointed at the ten cabinets. He didn't care about the collection that he usually treated as treasures.
"Oh right, holy monk, I see that your horse is as thin as a stick, and all the teeth in its mouth have fallen out. I think this old horse can't be driven anymore, right? I have a precious horse from the Western Ox Continent. It can travel three thousand miles a day. Please accept it.”The old monk pointed at the White Dragon Horse outside the hall and said to Jiang Liuer.
Old Ma?
All his teeth fell out?
Sun Wukong, who knew about the little White Dragon's situation, almost couldn't hold back his laughter.
The little white dragon outside was also rubbing its upper and lower lips!
If not for the fact that my teeth haven't grown out yet…
"Thank you for your kind intentions, Headmaster. This is a White Dragon Horse transformed from a little White Dragon. Traveling ten thousand miles in a day is a small matter.”Jiang Liuer said honestly.
The old monk pursed his lips.
He was so old that his fur was almost gone, and he still called it a White Dragon Horse?
"Men, bring my Flood Dragon Colt over for the holy monk to take a look.”Without waiting for Jiang Liuer to speak, the old monk ordered the monks serving him.
"Holy Monk, please take a look outside!" After saying that, he turned to Jiang Liuer and said with a smile.
They walked out of the door and saw a handsome black horse standing beside the White Dragon Horse. It was half a body taller than the White Dragon Horse and had a horn protruding from its head.
He was truly incomparably handsome.
The old monk proudly turned around and said to Jiang Liuer and her disciple,"" This divine steed is called Flood Dragon Steed. It has a trace of Flood Dragon bloodline and can travel three thousand miles a day and one thousand and five hundred miles a night. It can also travel for three days and three nights without rest. It's not afraid of ordinary mountain spirits or wild monsters. Holy Monk, look at this Flood Dragon Steed…"
after a breath
"Where…where's my Flood Dragon Colt?" The old monk stared at the tree with his eyes wide open. Other than the White Dragon Horse, there was no sign of the black divine chariot.
"Bald!" The White Dragon Horse sneezed and spat out two strands of black horse hair.
The monk who was originally leading the Flood Dragon Horse was now sitting on the ground, holding an empty reins in his hand. He looked at the White Dragon Horse with a terrified expression, and his crotch was wet.
"Martial…Martial Ancestor, this white horse, this white horse just ate the Flood Dragon Colt!”
The old monk opened his mouth wide in disbelief.
"Roar!" The White Dragon Horse let out a dragon roar and its head turned into a dragon's head. It glared at the old monk fiercely.
" Dragon…It's really a dragon…" The old monk took two steps back and stared at the White Dragon Horse with his eyes wide open. He looked extremely frightened.
Seeing the old monk like this, the White Dragon Horse raised its head proudly.
I'm the prince of the True Sect's dragon race, not someone that a broken horse with a trace of flood dragon bloodline can compare to.
After a while, the old monk finally calmed down and looked at Jiang Liuer in shock,""Holy monk, your horse, no, your dragon…why doesn't it have teeth?”
The little White Dragon's arrogant expression froze…
"That's right, the holy monk just said that this is a small white dragon. It must be still young and has yet to grow teeth!”Before Jiang Liuer could speak, the old monk spoke.
It perfectly matched what he had said earlier.
Silently turning back into the White Dragon Horse, the little White Dragon lay on the ground and buried its head in its body.
This world was too unfriendly!
He was so tired…
"Hehe, old headmaster, please enter the house. There's nothing to see about my horse.”Jiang Liuer said with a smile and returned to the hall.
The old monk came back from outside, trembling. He was in a trance.
"The Holy Monk is indeed not an ordinary person!"
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