Seeing Through Hypocrisy, Matter Resolved

In Diling County, at a luxurious estate, Xuanzang and his group were asked by a noblewoman for several hundred taels of gold and silver.

But they were monks, wandering ascetics. Where would they get any gold or silver?

"Benefactor, we truly have no gold or silver with us."

"Hmph, who would believe that? The Great Tang is so prosperous. How could you possibly have no gold or silver?"

Just as Xuanzang was about to continue, Sun Wukong stepped forward and patted him. "Master, we do have some."

Xuanzang was puzzled. Sun Wukong winked at him, produced a large bag of gold from behind his back, and handed it to the old woman.

At the sight of the bag of gold, the old woman's eyes lit up, and her attitude immediately became respectful again.

After exchanging a few polite words, she quickly left with the gold.

She was unquestionably a complete miser.

"Wukong, this..." Xuanzang said with a bitter smile.

"Master, there's something wrong with this estate. You'll find out soon enough. That bag of gold was made from stones by yours truly, so don't worry."

Xuanzang nodded. He did not dwell on it further, instead sitting cross-legged on the bed, closing his eyes, and chanting Buddhist scriptures.

The next day, white mourning banners were hung throughout the estate. It was the day Old Master was to be buried.

In the mourning hall, the family cried in a false and perfunctory manner. There was weeping, but not a single tear.

Before long, they began arguing again. The reason, of course, was the family fortune.

Now that Old Master had passed away, his immense wealth had been left behind. Naturally, his descendants had to divide it up.

Yet as time passed, the quarrel grew fiercer, and their insults became increasingly vicious. They