Tang Seng rode a white horse, while Yang Cong was flying on the side with his sword.

After about a few days of walking, Yang Cong and Tang Seng discovered a building ahead.

"Wutian, go and see where that is."

"Okay."

After going up and taking a look, Yang Cong turned around and came back.

Tang Seng asked, "Wutian, do you see anything?"

"It seemed like a meditation temple. I saw a group of monks chanting Buddha's name and chanting sutras there."

"Zen Temple?"

Speaking of Zen temples, Tang Monk also recites Buddha's name and scriptures, so he naturally needs to go in.

So Tang Seng and Yang Cong entered the Zen Temple.

After entering the Zen temple, I saw a young monk there knocking on the wooden fish with his eyes closed and chanting Buddha's name and sutras.

Yang Cong looked left and right, and found that there was nothing interesting, so he leaned against the pillar of the Zen temple.

Soon, Yang Cong saw an old monk.

Behind the old monk was a group of young monks.

The old monk walked to Tang Monk, put his hands together, and asked Tang Monk: "I would like to ask the monk where is the immortal land."

"The disciple Xuanzang came from the Tang Dynasty in the East and sent him to the Thunder Yin in the West to worship Buddha and pray for scriptures. He passed by Baoshu and asked for a night of stay."

When Tang Monk finished speaking, the old monk hurriedly said, "That welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming welcoming

Then Tang Seng said again: "Please ask the elders for their Dharma name."

Upon hearing this, the answer was not the old monk, but a young monk in plain clothes beside the old monk: "This is Elder Jinchi, the head of the courtyard."

Tang Monk nodded slightly and saluted.

The old monk then made a gesture of inviting him: "Please go to the back room to go to the zhai."

After using the vegetarian food, Tang Seng talked to Elder Jinchi.

Elder Jinchi's voice was a little cold: "The monk came from a great country above. Did he bring any treasures that I could feast my eyes."

Tang Seng smiled: "Although my disciples come from the East, the journey is long and I have never brought any treasures."

"Haha." Elder Jinchi smiled, and there seemed to be another meaning in his smile.

This made Yang Cong look down on him very much.

"Treasures, I have so many treasures that I have. I'm afraid I'll scare you to death if I take them out."

When Tang Seng heard Yang Cong say this, he couldn't help but look at Yang Cong, with another meaning in his expression.

But Yang Cong didn't pay attention.

"Then what treasure does the monk have that can open my eyes?"

Elder Jinchi seemed to be waiting to see the jokes between them.

Even the young monk next to him looked full of contempt.

"If you are a Buddhist, then I will bring the treasures of the Buddhist sect." Yang Cong smiled: "My master has a brocade robe. This brocade robe has seven treasures embedded in it. It is not invaded by water and fire, so it can prevent one from seeking evil spirits."

Upon hearing this, Elder Jinchi and the young monk beside him looked at each other and smiled.

"Haha, I don't dare to boast about it, but this cassock..."

Elder Jinchi looked at the young monk as he spoke.

Then the young monk said with a proud look on his face: "My yard master has accumulated dozens of cabinets over the past century."

"Guangzhi."

"Master."

"Open the warehouse."

"yes."

Then, under the leadership of Monk Guangzhi, Yang Cong could see the dozens of cassocks of Elder Jinchi.

Looking at these cassocks, Yang Cong looked disdainful: "It's a dream to dare to compare some ordinary cassocks with our brocade cassocks."

"Then you take out your brocade robes and compare them with ours."

Monk Guangzhi looked disdainful, and he felt that Yang Cong could only brag.

"Yes, yes, I have the ability to compare with ours."

"What's the use of just talking but not practicing, a liar."

At this time, Elder Jinchi spoke: "They are monks from the Tang Dynasty in the East. In fact, you can be rude to yourself."

As he said that, Elder Jinchi turned his head and looked at Tang Monk: "You don't have to care about the eminent monk, these disciples are all talking nonsense."

But saying that's it, Elder Jinchi still revealed the meaning of looking down on him, which made Yang Cong very unhappy.

"Wutian, our cassock is indeed difficult to compare with the cassock of the ward." Tang Seng still looked very modest, obviously understanding what it means to be beautiful in order to prevent thieves from thinking about it.

However, Yang Cong didn't have so many ideas. He had absolute strength. Even if Elder Jinchi wanted to embezzle and kill it with one sword, there would be no such thing as this.

He was most disgusted by someone who was pretending to behave in front of him. Elder Jinchi's appearance made him very upset.

"Master, isn't it just a cassock? So what if I show them, let them dare to show off in front of us."

Before Tang Seng could reply, Yang Cong went to get the brocade robes.

Tang Monk wanted to stop Yang Cong, but it was too late, so he had to sigh and shake his head.

"Since I have a treasure robes, why should I hide my head and show my face? It is also possible for me to enjoy it."

“Yes, yes.”

"My grandson, please here."

Then Yang Cong took over the brocade robe in the bag.

When he took it out, Elder Jinchi's eyes narrowed, as if he was about to be blinded by the brocade robes in front of him.

"Old monk, how about my master's robes compared to yours?"

"It's really a divine thing, and it's indeed a great monk in the Tang Dynasty."

Elder Jinchi looked at the cassock and admired repeatedly, his face full of shock.

"It's just that I'm dizzy and can't see clearly."

Seeing this, Tang Seng beside him said to Yang Cong: "Wutian, turn on the lights, please take a closer look at the hospital."

However, as soon as Tang Seng said this, the elder Jinchi hurriedly stopped him: "Slowly, the treasure is very bright, and it is dazzling under the light, and it is becoming more and more difficult to see clearly."

"You old monk, there are so many things. Do you want me to change your eyes for you?"

Yang Cong looked at the elder Jinchi with a cold look.

However, Elder Jinchi said to himself as if he hadn't seen Yang Cong: "If the monk Kuan'en was relieved, I would let me take it back to the back room and take it carefully for a night and return it tomorrow morning. I don't know what the honor is."

"this....."

Tang Seng was obviously hesitant and turned around and took Yang Cong aside.

"It's all your competitive spirit that causes trouble. What should you do now?"

Tang Seng was obviously worried that Elder Jinchi might be greedy for the secret robes.

However, Yang Cong smiled and patted his chest and said, "Master, show him what is there? What am I afraid of? If he dares not change it, I will order 100,000 demon soldiers to demolish his Jinchiyuan. Let's see if he dares to embezzle it."

"this...."

"Master, you are not at ease with my abilities."

"That's all that."

Tang Monk nodded, then turned his head to look at the elder Jinchi: "If the elder wants to see it, just take it out and take it as a reward for me to stay here for a night."
Chapter completed!