When Li Fu heard this, he had already predicted it and was not surprised.

He only hesitated for a while, then wanted to let go, but when he saw the look in the pedestrian's eyes, he changed the topic and blamed the monkey for taking the blame.

"It's all you! It's all you! Let me take out this cassock!"

Wukong smiled and said, "What are you afraid of him? I will give this cassock to them and teach them to take it and watch it."

"If there is any mistake, just ask Lao Sun!"

Li Fu and Wukong struggled for a moment.

A monk who looked like a vain monkey handed the brocade cassock to the old monk, "Take it! Take it! Let you look at it! Just return it to me tomorrow morning! Don't do anything strange to taint this treasure of my master!"

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The old monk rejoiced.

The favored little novice monk took the cassock to the backyard.

He also ordered the monks to clean the meditation hall in front of them, set up two rattan beds, set up bedding, and invited the two gentlemen to rest.

He also ordered the master of the hospital who was welcoming the door to make arrangements for tomorrow's morning meal and farewell, and not to neglect.

Afterwards, everyone dispersed.

Li Fu and Wukong should sleep peacefully in the meditation hall.

But although Li Fu had some mental improvement, he was still tossing and turning.

He tossed and turned for a while, then he simply held the light in his hand, half-lying on the quilt, half-lying on the quilt, and started reading the scriptures he had carried thousands of miles from Chang'an.

He didn't quite believe it, and he was a monk after all.

Ordinary people don't need to know the principle to evaluate whether a refrigerator is easy to use or not.

But this scripture is different. If you want to object, you must first read it carefully.

Wukong pretends to sleep. He is not like Li Fufan, so he has not slept for a year and a half and has no effect.

In the past, he had also advised Master that it was useless to read the sutras, so what Buddhas and Bodhisattvas could just say random words to become sutras.

To read the scriptures carefully is to eat the spittle of the Buddha.

Li Fu replied that day, "So what if that's true? Wukong, how do you know they don't want the same attitude?"

The deep-thinking monkey woke up to his past misunderstandings.

He once thought that as long as one thing was useful, the rest was unimportant.

After talking with his master Li Fu, he realized that it is important to do useful things, but it is also important to make others feel comfortable even if he does not do anything useful.

Li Fu read for a while. When he felt sleepy, he turned off the light and took a rest.

After the monks and monks in the monastery deceived their cassocks into their hands, they all gathered under the ever-burning lamp in the back.

The old master, a monk with a dull face, suddenly felt great pain when he touched his cassock.

The monks in the monastery all panicked and were helpless.

They looked at each other in confusion until the little novice monk who was favored by the old master said to the monks, "My father-in-law started crying at midnight, and he didn't stop until the second watch."

"Brothers, is there any way to stop father-in-law from crying?"

As soon as the young novice said this, the monks hesitated slightly, but finally the two disciples and grandchildren whom the old monk always loved came out.

They asked in unison, "Master, why are you crying like this?"

The old monk did not wipe his tears. He said, "I am crying because I have no chance. The more I look at Tang Seng's baby, the more I feel that I have no chance."

The young novice asked, "My father-in-law is not admiring this beautiful cassock right now. He just wants to look at it. Why are he crying?"

The old monk said, "You don't live as long as I do. You still don't understand that there is no eternity in the mortal world. Everything is just a passing cloud."

"I am already two hundred and seventy years old this year, and I have only made a few hundred cassocks in vain."

"When I saw this room today, as the hairy-headed monk with a thunderous face said, my store is 'what rubbish.'"

"If I could have this cassock, I would really like to be that Tang Monk!"

The young monk expressed his affection and said, "What Master said is wrong."

"That Tang Monk is just a traveling monk who has left his hometown."

"Master, you are old and you have everything you need. Why do you want to be a traveling monk like him?"

The old monk murmured to himself, "I entered the Zen monastery at the age of twenty. It has been two hundred and fifty years now. Although I am at ease, I seem to be enjoying my old age."

"But I can't wear Monk Tang's precious cassock."

"I once heard that there is an old saying in the Eastern Land, 'He who hears the Tao in the morning will die in the evening.'"

"If I could wear his cassock, I would be willing to give up my breath and close my eyes if only for one day."

"It's not in vain that I come to this world to serve as a monk!"

When all the monks heard this, they all thought that the old monk was playing tricks on an old child.

They said, "Master! You are so rude!"

"If you want to wear this cassock, what's the problem?"

"I'll keep them together for one more day tomorrow, and you can wear them for one day."

"I'll keep him for ten days, and you'll wear him for another ten days."

"Why cry? Why cry?"

The old monk said seriously, "Even if we do this, we can save some time, but even if we keep them for half a year, they can only wear cassocks for half a year. After all, it is not a long-term solution."

"He will leave eventually, how can he stay here for a long time?"

Before the old monk finished sighing, a young monk named Guangzhi emerged from the pile of bald heads and said, "Father, it is not difficult to achieve long-term results. It is easy! It is easy!"

When the old monk Shapi heard this, he was instantly happy. He knew that this baby had always been smart.

He asked, "My son, what is your wisdom?"

Young monk Guangzhi said, "That monk Tang Monk and his disciple are both on their way."

"It's been a very tiring journey, and it's been very hard."

"It's almost three o'clock now, so I should have fallen asleep."

"How about I wait here and find a few strong men."

"I opened the door of the meditation hall, took a spear, knife, ax and stick, and beheaded them both. Their bodies were buried in the garden and they were laid to rest here forever."

"If this is the case, my family is the only one left in the monastery."

"I am waiting for someone to get his white horse, luggage, and the most important thing is this precious cassock."

"Isn't it a long-term solution to treat it as a treasure that can be passed down to future generations?"

When the old monk heard this, he was even more happy. He wiped away his tears and praised, "Good! Good! Good!"

"This is a brilliant plan!"

In the backyard, the sound of ping pong could be heard.

All the monks were holding sharp weapons.

Even when the murder was being committed, a young monk named Guangmou suddenly preached, "The plan mentioned by the senior brother is not very good."

"If you want to kill them both, you need to make a plan."

"That pale-faced Tang Monk is easy to kill."

"But that hairy-faced traveler is causing trouble."

"If we fail to kill him, won't we cause disaster instead?"

"My little disciple has a way to do it without using swords, guns or sticks. I wonder what my father-in-law wants to do?"

The old monk asked, "My son, what is your method?"

Young monk Guangmou said, "According to Xiao Sun's opinion, we should now send everyone to the big and small houses in Dongshan, and each person should get a bundle of dry firewood."

"There are thousands of Zen monasteries and houses, and it is no wonder that there are three Zen halls."

"The sky is dry and everything is dry. If you push down the oil lamp and throw out the water, the fire will be strong and the smoke will be thick, even the white horse will be burned."

"If they don't survive, they will either be burned to death or smoke to death."

"It's so ordinary, even if people in the front mountain and back village see it."

"It can also be said that this walking monk did not respect the rules of using lamps and burned himself by playing with fire."
Chapter completed!