Journey to the West Bandits: The Poor Monk Just Wants to Be a Godfather

Chapter 273: The world of Journey to the West does not allow such awesome people to exist!
Tang San's master and disciples entered the gate, followed the boy, and finally came to a living room.

"Lord Buddha, there are a few monks who came from the East and the Tang Dynasty to the West to learn Buddhist scriptures. They want to stay here for a night. I brought them here!"

After the waiter made an announcement, an energetic voice came from the living room.

"Since they are monks, let them come in."

Tang Sanzian frowned...

He always felt that something was not right about this Ye Mansion, but looking back on the entire Journey to the West, he did not remember such a place.

Moreover, he also used the PoWu Divine Eye to see that there were indeed no monsters in Ye Mansion, just decent human beings.

Tang Sanzong gave up thinking.

Maybe I was worrying too much. I didn't even pay attention to monsters when I traveled west. What could be wrong with Zhuangzi, an ordinary human being?
The three masters and apprentices walked into the living room.

The layout of the room is extremely weird, and the huge living room is artificially divided into two worlds.

On one side is a golden sculpture of Tathagata, with many incense and candle tributes placed underneath.

On the other side, there are clay statues of Sanqing enshrined, and there are also some fruits and other tributes placed on the tribute table.

"Master, this place is quite strange. Both Buddhist and Taoist religions are worshiped at the same time in one room."

Zhu Bajie approached Tang San's burial and spoke in a low voice.

After hearing Zhu Bajie's words, the corners of Tang Sanzang's mouth twitched slightly.

So damn weird!

Have you ever seen anyone worship Buddhism and Taoism in the same house at the same time?

However, adhering to the principle that doing more is worse than doing less, Tang Sanzong did not comment on this.

A silver-haired old lady stood in front of the Sanqing sculpture, turned her back to them, respectfully put the incense candles away, and then turned around.

His eyes glanced around Sun Xingzhe and Zhu Bajie, but there was no trace of fear. He said in a calm voice:
"Since these monks are from other places and they want to kneel down to worship the Buddha, please help me recite a passage of scripture."

Chanting?

Hearing this request, Tang San was stunned for a moment.

Several disciples even tried to hold back their laughter.

Ever since they started to seek Buddhist scriptures with Master, they had never heard that Master could recite sutras.

Tang San's face darkened: "This old lady, a poor monk doesn't know how to recite sutras."

???

Are you a monk who doesn't know how to chant sutras?
The old lady was obviously stunned, and then seemed to realize something. She sneered and waved to the young man.

"Go and prepare a good meal for these holy monks."

The old lady looked at Tang Sanzong meaningfully: "Can you read a scripture to me now?"

Tang San was silent for a moment, feeling that if he didn't read another sentence, he would be a bit sorry for others' fasting.

"When you said that, I actually remembered a scripture."

"Namo Amitabha!"

Tang Sanfu immediately meditated and began to chant: "If you eat grapes, you will not spit out the grape skins; if you don't eat grapes, you will spit out the grape skins..."

???

"This holy monk, why have I never heard the scripture you recited?"

The old lady lit the incense candle and was about to kneel down and worship the Buddha.

Hearing Tang San's burial voice in his ears, his whole body froze in place.

Tang Sanzun opened his eyes, looked at her and said, "What you heard before was Hinayana Buddhism. What this holy monk recited was Mahayana Buddhism. This sutra is called "The Sutra That Is Hard to Recite"!"

The old lady nodded doubtfully: "It's quite difficult to read, but I have a question, holy monk..."

"You said."

"Why did you go to Xitian?"

Tang Sanzian frowned slightly and said, "Of course I'm going to get scriptures."

"What sutra?"

Tang San was a little confused, why wasn't this old lady finished yet?Why don't you prepare a vegetarian meal for me, and why are you addicted to asking all kinds of questions?

"The poor monk naturally went to get the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures."

"You already know how to recite Mahayana Buddhism, why are you going to the West?"

Tang Sanzan: ...

Oh shit!

And let this old woman find a logical loophole!
Tang Sanbian touched his bald head and said in a deep voice: "The poor monk is weak now, and the Western Heavens do not recognize the Mahayana Buddhism he made up, so I have to go over there to get it, do you understand?"

The old lady nodded silently.

Soon there was a noise outside.

The old lady frowned in displeasure: "What's going on outside?"

A servant with a weapon in his hand walked in: "Reporting to Lafayette, someone under my command was selling tobacco privately and we caught him!"

The old lady looked at the men in front of her expressionlessly, her sharp eyes seemed to be able to penetrate people's hearts, and she said coldly:
"Don't you know that the rules of our Yejia Village never allow anyone to make tobacco privately?"

"How to deal with it, please tell me how to deal with it!"

The old lady's face darkened, she stretched out her palm to touch her neck, then turned around and knelt down to the Buddha's golden body.

It wasn't until a scream came from outside the gate that the old lady turned around and said apologetically:

"The holy monk is laughing. Those in our profession must have some rules..."

The old lady's behavior made Tang Sanzian frown slightly.

I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity...

After worshiping the Buddha, the master and apprentice followed the old lady to the dining hall.

The dining table was filled with fruits and various vegetarian dishes, and a jug of vegetarian wine was even thoughtfully prepared.

"Master, this meal..."

Sun Xingzhe sniffed his nose and looked at the pot of plain wine with wary eyes.

Tang Sanzian shook his head silently, then took out a gold ingot and placed it on the table.

The old lady glanced at Tang Sanzong in surprise: "What does the holy monk mean by this?"

Tang Sanzian pointed to the table and said, "Change these dishes for me!"

"This……"

The old lady hesitated for a moment and said: "But this dish is not suitable for the holy monk? But these are the only vegetarian dishes in Ye Mansion..."

Tang Sanzian sneered: "Old madam, what you said is not honest. Who said this is all you have in Ye Mansion? I think your kitchen has a lot of fish and meat?"

Old lady:? ? ?

Didn’t you just call yourself a monk?
Do monks eat big fish and meat?

"Holy Monk, it's not that I can't bear to part with you. Aren't you a monk?"

Tang Sanzian nodded: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"Don't monks not eat meat?"

Tang Sanfu said meaningfully: "Old lady, this means that your understanding of Buddhism is shallow. Do you understand what it means to pass through meat and wine and leave it in the heart of the Buddha?"

After hearing this, the old lady also directly showed her cards: "Okay, stop pretending. Do you really think that you can come to my Ye's house with a monkey and a pig and eat and drink for free?"

"Don't pretend to be anything like it. Go back and tell your Nanshan King that not just any cat or dog from my Ye family can come and provoke me."

After the old lady finished speaking, the door of the restaurant burst into pieces, and dozens of guards armed with swords and guns rushed in and surrounded Tang San and the others.

Tang Sanzian calmly picked up the white handkerchief on the dining table and wiped his hands, and said in a strange tone: "I have never seen such an arrogant person in this poor monk's journey west."

The old lady stood behind more than a dozen nurses and said in a disdainful voice: "Hey, you saw it today!"

Tang Sanzian raised his eyes and looked at the three disciples beside him, and continued:

"Except for me, Tang Sanzong, no such awesome person is allowed to exist in the world of Journey to the West!"

(End of this chapter)