"Monkey, you've caused trouble." Ye Chen whispered to Sun Wukong, but Sun Wukong still wore a trace of pride, showing no sign of regret.
"Kid, you don't think these people would dare try anything over this kasaya, do you?" Sun Wukong whispered back. "Relax. With me here, they won't dare do a thing."
Ignoring Tang Sanzang's attempts to stop him, Sun Wukong pulled the kasaya from their luggage. "Abbot, open your eyes and take a good look. This is a kasaya personally bestowed by the Bodhisattva."
With that, Sun Wukong gave the kasaya a shake, displaying it in all its splendor. It truly lived up to being a gift from the Bodhisattva to Tang Sanzang—it gleamed brilliantly even in the dimly lit hall.
Ye Chen saw the old Abbot's eyes go wide. He stared fixedly at the kasaya as though nothing else in the world could hold his attention.
"Well, old monk, how does this compare to your tea set?" Sun Wukong asked, looking at the Abbot with an air of superiority. The Abbot nodded repeatedly, unable to hide the greed in his eyes.
"Alas, we still couldn't avoid this tribulation. Looks like we really do have to experience each of the Eighty-One Tribulations for ourselves." Ye Chen gazed helplessly at the Abbot's expression, wishing he could slap him dead on the spot.
"Excellent, excellent. This kasaya is clearly no ordinary item. If I were fortunate enough to receive one personally bestowed by the Bodhisattva, I would certainly..."
The old Abbot suddenly stopped speaking. Sun Wukong smiled at him. "If you received a kasaya, what would you do?"
"Amitabha. I would take good care of it." The old Abbot reached for the kasaya, but Sun Wukong snatched it away before he could touch it.
"This kasaya is precious. I can't