After exiting the Yingchou Stream, they traveled west for another three months. Wukong and Xuanzang stood in front of a magnificent temple.

The temple was surrounded by a circle of green pine and cypress trees. In this late winter, when all kinds of plants withered, the red roof tiles and gray walls of the temple were contrasted against the blue sky and white clouds. It was very pleasing.

Above the temple, there were wisps of green smoke spiraling upwards into the clouds. There were also faint sounds of bells coming from the courtyard. It really looked like a big temple!

However, Wukong knew that there were not many good monks in this temple, especially that old monk, Abbot Zhang. He had once wanted to burn him and his disciple to death and take away their precious kasaya …

In his heart, Wukong did not like the monks in this temple. However, he and Xuanzang had been rushing through the mountains for several days. Xuanzang had worn out a pair of straw sandals, and now his feet were still dripping with blood.

Even though Xuanzang's feet were healing faster and faster, they could not help but wear them down. The weather was also cold, so Xuanzang's feet were always fine and bad.

It was not easy to come across a magnificent temple. Wukong also hoped that Xuanzang could have a comfortable place to rest for the night, so he could only endure his unhappiness.

However, he only carried his luggage and stood behind Xuanzang. He did not go forward.

When Xuanzang saw this, he naturally went forward and knocked on the door.

During these three months, even though the mountains were vast, the two of them had met a few families.

Wukong had knocked on the door several times in a good mood, but he was always chased out by the people.

After a few times, Wukong did not want to knock on the door anymore. As his master, he naturally took over this task.

A Young Novice Monk came out to answer the door.

Xuanzang put his palms together. Both of them performed a Buddhist greeting. Xuanzang then explained that he and Wukong wanted to stay the night.

A Young Novice Monk sized up Xuanzang.

At this time, Xuanzang's bamboo kasaya was already in his bag. He was wearing an extremely ordinary kasaya that even had a small patch on the corner. After rushing for many days, even without looking at his feet and the worn out straw sandals, Xuanzang's appearance was not very neat.

The welcoming acolytes of the Guanyin Monastery were the most influential and looked down on those who were in dire straits.

If it were any other time, A Young Novice Monk might have already chased him away.

Fortunately, Xuanzang had red lips and white teeth, and his facial features were incomparably regular. Now that he had been exposed to the cold wind for a long time, his face looked even more like a peach blossom.

A Young Novice Monk could not help but stare blankly for a moment. When he came back to his senses, he even forgot to ask about Xuanzang's origins. He hurriedly called for Xuanzang to enter the courtyard.

Xuanzang smiled warmly and moved two steps to reveal Wukong behind him with a sour face. "I forgot to say, Poor Monk came from the Tang of the East. The journey was somewhat long, so he brought along a disciple with him.

Tonight, the two of us will be disturbing your monastery. "

The young novice monk was somewhat dazed again. He casually glanced at Wukong, then turned around and walked into the courtyard. "Master, please go inside. There is also a first-class guest room in the courtyard. It's just nice to receive you."

Xuanzang followed behind him, while Wukong followed from a distance with a bag on his back.

Along the way, A Young Novice Monk introduced Xuanzang to the passing monks one by one, saying that he was a virtuous senior monk from the Tang of the East. When the rest of the monks heard this, they were all in awe and said, "Sorry for the lack of manners."

Another monk mentioned that it was a pity that the Abbot had just passed away and had no chance to meet the senior monk of the Tang of the East.

Wukong was surprised that the courtyard was in such a mess that even a gatekeeper had so much power. When he heard this, he immediately understood.

This was a group of dragons without a leader.

When the tiger is not in the mountain, the monkey is the overlord.

The old monk had been the hegemon of the Avalokitesvara Monastery for a long time. Now that he had suddenly passed away, it was likely that there would be a long struggle to decide who was in charge of the monastery.

On the way to the backyard, the group of them met several groups of people. They all came forward to greet Xuanzang. When their own people saw him, they did not greet him. They even glared at each other openly and covertly.

When they entered the backyard, there was another group of people. When they saw them, they just coldly watched them pass by. When they passed by, they sneered.

Wukong's hearing was very good, so he happened to hear it.

He did not want to be involved with Xuanzang in the Guanyin Monastery's sudden change of regime. When A Young Novice Monk was about to open a superior guest room for them, he said, "We don't want to stay in such a good room."

"Wukong, what do you mean?" Xuanzang turned around and looked at him strangely.

Wukong gestured to Xuanzang to calm down and walked forward. A Young Novice Monk was startled, "We can stay in a side room. In any case, we will leave early tomorrow morning."

"This — —" A Young Novice Monk looked at Xuanzang with some difficulty.

Xuanzang smiled slightly, "My disciple has some strange problems. He only sleeps in a side room.

If we give him a superior guest room, he will have a headache.

Thank you for your trouble. "When he smiled, A Young Novice Monk felt dizzy and did everything as he was told.

"Senior monk, please forgive us. Our monastery has some trivial matters to attend to these days. Otherwise, we would have let the abbot entertain you.

You will have to bear with it and rest in this side room for a night.

I will send someone to bring you food, hot water, and other things. You must be tired from your journey. This little monk will leave first. "

After A Young Novice Monk left, Wukong closed the door and sat on a chair. For some reason, he said sourly, "Master is really amazing. That A Young Novice Monk listens to everything you say."

Xuanzang smiled and did not say anything.

At night, Xuanzang fell asleep on the bed in the inner room. Wukong sat cross-legged on a chair in the outer room and closed his eyes to cultivate.

For some reason, his cultivation had dropped even more. Even if he cultivated diligently every night, he could not make up for it.

He only hoped that he would not encounter the Black Bear Spirit now. That Black Bear Spirit had some skills. If he met him now, Wukong was not sure if he could win and not kill him.

In the end, he still did not want to kill.

He had already accepted the precepts of Buddhism and had sworn to abide by them.

Little White Dragon had almost missed, and it was truly painful for him.

He did not want to suffer that kind of psychological torment again.

Perhaps it was because he had spent many nights in the mountains, but Wukong felt that the nights in the Guanyin Monastery were especially warm and comfortable.