Chapter 445: The old monk coveting Tang Xuanzang's cassock

When this cassock appeared in this room, the surrounding candlelight and the old monk's cassock had lost their color.

The cassock of Tang Seng in the old monk's cassock was like a bright moon held by the stars, very beautiful.

"This, this, this is the cassock that only Buddha can wear."

"Compared with this cassock, my cassock is simply garbage."

When the old monk saw the cassock of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang, he was so excited that he almost couldn't speak.

Because for this old monk, the precious cassocks he had seen in his life were those passed down by the abbots of the temples of all generations after their death.

Although he had seen cassocks from other temples, in his eyes, those cassocks were not even worthy of carrying his own cassocks.

This old monk had seen these robes when he first entered the temple as a young novice monk. At that time, he felt that these robes were the most precious, most valuable, and best robes in the world.

This idea has been with him for decades, and even now that he is an octogenarian, this idea still exists.

However, after seeing Tang Xuanzang's robe today, he truly realized what a treasure is.

He also completely understood that the robes he used to regard as treasures were just garbage.

"Good treasure, good treasure."

The old monk used his dry, bark-like hands to constantly touch Tang Xuanzang's precious robe, as if he was playing with a piece of fine jade.

And in his eyes, he clearly showed a strong desire for Tang Xuanzang's precious robe.

The old monk was so obsessed with the robe of Emperor Xuanzong that he almost drooled.

"How is it?"

"Old monk, I didn't lie to you, did I? Which one is better, my master's robe or your treasures?"

After seeing the old monk's expression of appreciation for the value of Xuanzang, Sun Wukong stood beside him and spoke at the right time.

"No, you didn't lie to me at all. Let me compare these robes of mine with your master's sword robe. It's like a firefly competing with the bright moon."

"Even if I put all these robes together, they are far from comparable to your master's robe."

After hearing Sun Wukong's question, the old monk recalled his so-called precious robes.

When he looked over, he immediately felt that those precious robes were too annoying. He should take them out and throw them away, and then hang Tang Xuanzang's robe there.

Although he wanted to do this now, he couldn't show it in front of Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang.

So he could only endure the pain and reluctance in his heart, holding the robe with trembling hands, and returned it to Sun Wukong.

When the old monk returned Tang Xuanzang's cassock to Sun Wukong, he felt as if his heart had been dug by something, and a big gap appeared in his heart.

He knew what to use to fill it. As long as he got the blanket given by the ring, plus the gap in his heart, it would be filled instantly.

However, the old monk knew very well that his hope of getting Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock was very slim.

Tang Xuanzang always exuded an aura of no desire and no struggle with the world. He knew that no matter what he wanted from Tang Xuanzang in front of him, he would not be moved.

If he proposed to use all his cassocks to exchange for Tang Xuanzong's cassock, let alone Tang Xuanzang's attitude.

Just based on Sun Wukong's appearance, he would definitely not agree, so the old monk could only give up this idea.

If he wanted to rob it, let's not talk about whether he had the courage or not. Even if he had the courage, he would not have the chance.

Anyone who could control Sun Wukong would not look down on Tang Xuanzang's cassock.

However, those who could look down on Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock were not strong enough in front of Sun Wukong.

However, the old monk was very self-aware and knew that he was definitely not as good as these two young guys.

Let's not talk about Sun Wukong, just Tang Xuanzang, with his tendon meat and his tall physique, the old monk knew very well that he could never beat him.

However, when the old monk faced Sun Wukong, he didn't know why he had a sudden fear, so the old monk also put Sun Wukong in the dangerous category.

"Old monk, we have given you our only treasure. You have been looking at it for so long. Now it's time to take us to where we will stay tonight, right?"

At this time, the old monk was still thinking about how to get Tang Xuanzang's precious robe from Sun Wukong.

However, Sun Wukong suddenly spoke at this time and asked the old monk to take them to where he and Tang Xuanzang would stay tonight.

The old monk wanted to say something, but as soon as he raised his hand, he put it down and sighed.

He took them out of the brightly lit room full of robes.

The old monk walked in front to lead the way for Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang. The old monk walked very fast and soon brought Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang to a side room in the old temple.

The old monk took out his key and opened the door of the side room. The things inside were neatly arranged, but they were covered with dust. No one had lived here for a long time.

"Thank you for lending us this room to stay overnight."

Since Tang Xuanzang entered the door of this side room, he has been looking at various situations in this room. Except that everything in the room was covered with dust, everything else was good. Tang Xuanzang also seemed very satisfied with this room.

"No, you're welcome."

After hearing Tang Xuanzang's thanks, the old monk seemed to come back to his senses and began to wave his hands repeatedly to indicate that this matter was not worth mentioning.

"It's getting late now, and we need to rest. Do you want to leave here by yourself, or should I take you there?"

At this time, Sun Wukong suddenly stood up and said to the old monk.

"Well, since you said so, I won't bother you anymore, I'll leave now."

After hearing what Sun Wukong said, the old monk could only agree.