The Old Monk Itching with Desire
When he entered this room, he was thinking, "What if I used the excuse of letting them stay overnight to ask Tang Xuanzong to give me his precious cassock so I could play with it all night?"
He planned to return it to them when they left the next day. However, he had only just finished thinking about this when he hadn't yet spoken his idea to Tang Xuanzang.
Sun Wukong was very good at finding the right moment; he suddenly stood up and spoke to him.
After glancing at Xuanzang, he raised his hand as if to grab Tang Xuanzang, but after thinking for a moment, he lowered his hand again.
Since Sun Wukong had already told him to leave, if he continued to stay shamelessly, it was very likely to offend Tang Xuanzang, which would greatly increase the difficulty of borrowing the robe from Tang Xuanzang in the future.
So the old monk had no choice but to listen to what Sun Wukong said and leave.
"Wukong clearly had something he wanted to say just now, so why were you in such a hurry to get rid of him?"
After the old monk left, Tang Xuanzang asked Sun Wukong why he had done that.
"Master, you didn't notice just now, but when that old monk was looking at your precious robe, it was obvious he wanted to keep it for himself."
He was holding your robe with both hands, his eyes gleaming with a thieving light, practically drooling.
"When I asked him to return the robe to us just now, both his hands were trembling. In that short moment, he already regarded your precious robe as his own."
As Sun Wukong vividly recounted everything he had just witnessed to Tang Xuanzang, he gestured wildly and kept imitating the appearance of the fellow.
"Luckily, he was rational enough to return the treasure to us, otherwise I would have shown him the power of my Ruyi Jingu Bang."
"Even if he returned your robe to us, during the time he left us a way, he was definitely scheming to get the robe back from you."
"So, after entering this room, I took the initiative to find an excuse to get him out of the room."
"Otherwise, he would definitely seize any opportunity to borrow your precious cassock from you under various pretexts."
"Master, you are kind-hearted and surely wouldn't bear to see that old monk looking so pitiful, so you will definitely lend him your precious robe."
"But as the saying goes, 'It's easier to send the King Yama than to deal with his underlings.'"
"A guy like this old monk, if you dare to genuinely lend him your robe, when you ask him for it back, he'll definitely find all sorts of excuses to brush you off."
"And if I give you more time, I'll add the time he'll have to lend it to him. Then he'll come up with all sorts of ways to keep your robe for himself."
"Therefore, we must be wary of that old monk at all times. If we're not careful, we might all fall into his trap."
Sun Wukong didn't waste time with Tang Xuanzang directly told him why he had to face the old monk in this way.
Meanwhile, on the other side...
After leaving the room where Tang Xuanzang and Sun Wukong lived, the old monk's desire for Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock grew stronger and stronger.
He had already left the room where Tang Xuanzang was and returned to his own residence, where he lay on his bed waiting to fall asleep.
However, he was not sleepy at all. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw Tang Xuanzang's cassock floating in front of him. He reached out to grab it, but he could not catch it no matter what he did.
Tang Xuanzong's cassock floated left and right in front of him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't grab it.
He seized the opportunity and lunged at the precious cassock he was wearing. Just as his outstretched fingers were about to touch my precious cassock, it suddenly darted away, completely escaping the old monk's attack.
Then the precious robe left the monk behind and sped off into the distance.
The old monk paused for a moment, then quickly got up and chased after the precious robes that were flying into the distance.
However, no matter how hard he chased after him, it seemed as if he was standing still, like Tang Xuanzang's precious cassock.
The distance between them gradually increased, and soon Tang Monk's precious cassock disappeared completely from his sight.
He was waving his hands wildly in his dream, shouting "No!" Then he felt a sense of weightlessness; he had fallen off the bed.
After having such a dream, the old monk couldn't fall asleep no matter what he said, and kept thinking about Sun Wukong's master's precious cassock.
After experiencing this dream, the old monk remained in that state of mind, unable to fall asleep no matter how hard he tried.
So he could only sit quietly on his bed, reciting Buddhist scriptures over and over again to calm and soothe the desire in his heart.
The old monk planned to use this method to slowly endure until dawn, and then go to find Tang Xuanzang so that he could see Xuanzang's treasure one more time.
However, after the old monk recited Buddhist scriptures, it did not help him calm down or abandon his desire to build this precious artifact belonging to Tang Xuanzang.
He even nurtured his desire for the robe, so no matter how much the old monk chanted the methods he believed in, it had no effect whatsoever.
The old monk could no longer suppress his desires. After getting up and dressing, he hurried toward the place where Sun Wukong and Tang Xuanzang were.
The old monk used almost the fastest speed he had ever traveled, and in no time he arrived at the door of the room where Tang Xuanzang and Sun Wukong were.
Without any further movement, he simply pulled on the door knocker and began banging on it.
"Damn it, who dares to disturb Laozi sleep? I'll teach them a lesson they won't forget!"
The old monk's banging on the door was so loud that it woke Sun Wukong up. Sun Wukong then walked towards the door, cursing and swearing.
Tang Xuanzang was also awakened by the sound. After getting dressed, he followed behind Sun Wukong.
"Who's causing trouble in front of my door in the middle of the night instead of sleeping?"
Sun Wukong flung open the door and shouted angrily at the outside.