Journey to the West: Man in heaven, working nine to five

#581 - The old master is so frugal? He is a role model

Initially, they thought that Tang Sanzang, with his physique, definitely wasn't a proper monk.

But now, hearing that he came from the Great Tang Dynasty of the Eastern Lands, it made sense.

Currently, among the four major continents, the fertility and abundance of the Southern Jambudvipa are unparalleled, making the Western Godaniya Continent extremely envious!

For them to have a monk come out and beat a bull to death, wasn't that perfectly normal?

The monks were extremely terrified.

Especially the young monk Guangzhi, who was breaking out in cold sweat!

He was most familiar with the old abbot of the monastery, and he had heard more legends about the Eastern country of Great Tang.

Especially the Grand Buddhist Purge that took place in Great Tang just half a year ago! Oh no, the Water and Land Assembly.

It was said that during that Water and Land Assembly, the eminent monk presiding over the assembly transformed into a Shura war god and slaughtered several Buddhas and Arhats on the spot.

It was even said that a woman in a white dress, resembling the Bodhisattva Guanyin, was pinned to the ground and beaten violently by that eminent monk!

Of course, the young monk Guangzhi had once questioned the old abbot, asking how such an absurd plot could be possible? Could someone be stirring up trouble behind the scenes?

The old abbot stammered at the time, seemingly concealing an important name.

In any case, the young monk Guangzhi was a little scared.

He respectfully said to Tang Sanzang:

"Please come inside and sit, please come inside and sit."

"Someone, tea, serve tea, serve fragrant tea!"

"Quickly, quickly, go and invite the abbot to come out and greet the guests!"

Tang Sanzang resolved a great disaster in a gentle manner.

At this moment, everyone treated Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong as if they were gods, inviting them inside.

Inside the mountain gate, they saw four large characters inscribed on the main hall: "Guanyin Monastery."

Guanyin Bodhisattva, watching from the sky, was excited. 'Tang Sanzang has repeatedly received my grace, but has not yet thanked me. Now that he encounters my monastery, shouldn't he pay his respects to me?'

However, as Tang Sanzang passed by the main hall, his throat suddenly tickled.

Tang Sanzang coughed and spat on the ground without any manners.

"Ugh ~ ptooey!"

"Sorry, my throat is a little uncomfortable. The weather is getting colder, please everyone take care to keep warm."

Guanyin Bodhisattva's face darkened a bit.

Rebellious, very rebellious!

The monks, seeing Tang Sanzang's arrogance, didn't feel too upset.

Anyway, this monastery was just for show. How much did respect really matter?

Everyone welcomed Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong inside, while the White Dragon Horse was left outside to graze.

The White Dragon Horse was also happy to be free. He had only agreed to carry Tang Sanzang to the Western Paradise; joining in the tribulations would cost extra.

At this moment, Tang Sanzang and Sun Wukong arrived at the main hall.

They saw two young acolytes supporting an old monk as he came out.

When this old monk appeared, even Tang Sanzang felt a little dazzled!

He wore a Vairocana square hat on his head, with a cat's-eye gemstone shining brightly on the crown; he wore a brocade velvet short jacket, with emerald fur and gold trim shimmering.

A pair of monk shoes were inlaid with eight treasures, and a walking stick was embedded with cloud stars. His face was full of wrinkles, and he was hunched over, appearing old and decrepit.

Tang Sanzang couldn't help but be startled:

Good heavens, a wealthy man!

The monks were overjoyed to see the old monk arrive, saying, "The founder has arrived."

He was the stabilizing force of Guanyin Monastery. With him around, everyone felt at ease, even when committing murder and arson.

Sanzang bowed and greeted him, saying, "Old Abbot, this disciple pays his respects."

Although the old abbot was old, when he raised his eyes, his gaze was like that of a wolf in the night, cunning, cold, and with a flash of brilliance, but it was fleeting.

After the old abbot glanced at everyone present, he instantly analyzed the situation.

But strangely, Tang Sanzang seemed to only have Qi training, yet his vitality seemed so abundant?

Standing there, he was like a pillar of heaven and earth, standing tall and firm!

Cultivators in the world all cultivate spiritual energy and mana, and although their physical fitness will also increase accordingly, their physique cannot undergo too great a change.

But this Tang Sanzang, even the old abbot felt a little apprehensive about his fists.

Could this be a special cultivation method?

The old abbot was a little surprised. The world is so vast, with countless strong people. How could such talented people as a monk and a monkey come to a small Guanyin Monastery?

The old abbot's scrutiny was only fleeting, and his face showed an old and amiable expression, saying, "The youngsters told me that a gentleman from the Tang Dynasty of the Eastern Lands had arrived, so I came out to greet you."

Sanzang smiled gently, appearing very refined, saying, "Forgive me for disturbing the Old Abbot's peaceful cultivation!"

Tang Sanzang, not having transformed into Tang Sanzhang [a more aggressive persona], naturally seemed so refined and amiable.

The old abbot was also in awe of the name of the Great Tang Dynasty, and quickly said, "Not at all, not at all!"

"Sir, how far is it from the Eastern Lands to here?"

Sanzang glanced at Sun Wukong, who ignored him. He found these ants annoying and just wanted to be left alone.

Tang Sanzang opened his mouth and said, "From the border of Chang'an, it's more than five thousand li. After passing the Two Boundaries Mountain, I took in a young disciple.

Along the way, we passed through the Xifan Habibi Kingdom, and after two months, we traveled another five or six thousand li before arriving at your esteemed place."

The old abbot said, "That's also ten thousand li away. I have wasted my life, and have never left the monastery. I am truly an old fool sitting in a well, looking at the sky."

Tang Sanzang smiled gently,

"Old Abbot, you have the vigor of youth, walk with swift steps, and your breathing is still calm and relaxed. Your cultivation has reached perfection. May I ask how many years you have cultivated?"

The old abbot stroked his beard and smiled,

"Time does not wait for anyone. In the blink of an eye, it has been two hundred and seventy years. What about you? Young man?"

Tang Sanzang's face showed a cold smile, "Me? I'm ashamed. I've only cultivated Buddhism for more than twenty years, unlike the abbot who can..."

Chu Hao had been secretly watching the show in the sky, but he heard it becoming more and more outrageous, seeing the plot strangely similar.

Oh crap, why do these lines sound so creepy!

Chu Hao was afraid that Tang Sanzang would suddenly blurt out, 'I want you to reveal your true form!' and then backhand a Great Might Heavenly Dragon!

But fortunately, Tang Sanzang had not yet learned this trick.

The old monk smiled and said:

"We are all monks, and I just heard you arguing outside. It's truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King Temple."

"Guangzhi, serve tea!"

The young monk Guangzhi then brought out a mutton-fat jade tray with three cloisonné gold-inlaid teacups.

Next to him stood a young monk, carrying a white copper kettle, pouring three cups of fragrant tea.

The color truly outshines the pomegranate flower, and the taste surpasses the fragrance of osmanthus.

The old abbot was secretly pleased, shamelessly showing off, 'Our family is rich, and not showing it off is really not possible.'

When Sanzang saw it, his face also showed a look of amazement,

The old abbot pricked up his ears, waiting for praise.

Tang Sanzang smiled and praised, "The abbot owns such a large monastery, yet is so frugal. The tea sets used are also so crude, truly diligent and thrifty."

The old abbot's face instantly fell.