The Old Monk Who Coveted Tang Xuanzang's Kasaya

After this robe appeared in the room, both the surrounding candlelight and the old monk's robe lost their color.

Tang Monk's cassock, compared to the old monk's cassock, is like the bright moon being embraced by a multitude of stars, incredibly beautiful.

"This, this, this must be a robe that only Buddha could wear."

"Compared to this robe, my robe is utter trash."

When the old monk saw Tang Xuanzong's cassock, he was so excited that he could hardly speak.

For this old monk, the most precious robes he had ever seen in his life were those passed down from the abbots of successive temples after their deaths.

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

When this old monk first entered the temple as Little Novice Monk, he had already seen these robes. At that time, he felt that these robes were the most precious, the most valuable, and the best robes in the world.

This belief has stayed with him for decades, and it still exists now that he is an old man in his eighties.

However, after seeing Tang Xuanzang's cassock today, he truly realized what a treasure it was.

He also fully realized that those robes he had previously treasured were nothing but trash.

"My darling, my darling."

The old monk stroked Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock with his withered, bark-like hands, as if he were playing with a fine piece of jade.

His eyes clearly revealed a strong desire for Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock.

The old monk stared at Tang Xuanzong's robe with a look of utter infatuation, as if he were about to drool.

"How is it?"

"Old monk, I haven't been lying to you, have I? Compared to all your treasures, which is stronger, my master's robe or any of them?"

Seeing the old monk's expression of appreciation for Tang Xuanzang's value, Sun Wukong opportunely stood beside him and spoke up.

"No, you didn't lie to me at all. Comparing my own robes to your master's sword-wielding robe is like comparing a firefly to the bright moon."

"Even if all my robes were put together, they would still be far inferior to your master's robe."

After hearing Sun Wukong's question, the old monk finally remembered his so-called precious cassocks.

When he looked over, he immediately felt that those precious robes were an eyesore and should be taken out and thrown away before hanging up Tang Xuanzang's robe.

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

So he could only suppress the pain and reluctance in his heart, and with trembling hands, he held the cassock and returned it to Sun Wukong.

After the old monk returned Tang Xuanzang's robe to Sun Wukong, he felt as if something had ripped out of his heart, leaving a large gaping hole.

He knew what to use to fill the void: the blanket he received as a gift from the ring toss game, combined with the feeling of emptiness in his heart, would instantly fill it.

However, the old monk knew very well that his chances of obtaining Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock were very slim.

Tang Xuanzang always exuded an aura of detachment from worldly desires and indifference to worldly strife. He knew that no matter what he offered or what he needed from Tang Xuanzang, he would remain unmoved.

If one were to propose exchanging all of one's own robes for Tang Xuanzong's robe, regardless of Tang Xuanzang's attitude...

Given Sun Wukong's appearance alone, he certainly wouldn't agree, so the old monk had no choice but to abandon the idea.

If he wanted to forcibly take it, let alone whether he had the guts, even if he did, he wouldn't have the opportunity.

Anyone in the world who could subdue Sun Wukong would look down on the robes of Tang Xuanzang's generation.

However, those who could even covet Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock were simply no match for Sun Wukong in terms of strength.

However, the old monk was very self-aware, knowing that he was no match for these two young men.

Putting aside Sun Wukong, just looking at Tang Xuanzang, with his muscular physique and towering stature, the old monk knew very well that he could never defeat him.

However, when the old monk faced Sun Wukong, he felt a sudden sense of fear for some reason, so he also categorized Sun Wukong as dangerous.

"Old monk, we've already shown you our only treasure, and you've been looking at it for so long. Now, shouldn't you take us to our lodgings for the night?"

At this moment, the old monk was still scheming in his mind how to get Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock from Sun Wukong.

However, Sun Wukong suddenly spoke up, asking the old monk to take them to the place where he and Tang Xuanzang would be staying that night.

The old monk seemed about to say something, but he raised his hand and then lowered it, letting out a sigh.

They were led out of the brightly lit room, which was filled with Buddhist robes.

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

The old monk took out his key and opened the door to the side room. Everything inside was neatly arranged, but it was covered in dust, indicating that no one had lived there for a long time.

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

After entering the side room, Tang Xuanzang began to look around at its various conditions. Apart from everything being covered in dust, everything else was fine, and Tang Xuanzang seemed quite satisfied with the room.

No, you're welcome.

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

"It's getting late, we need to rest too. Would you like to leave by yourself, or should I see you off?"

At this moment, Sun Wukong suddenly stood up from the side and spoke to the old monk.

"Alright, since you've said so, I won't bother you any longer. I'll leave now."

After hearing Sun Wukong say this, the old monk had no choice but to agree.