"Master, Master, don't you have the Brocade Robe bestowed by the Bodhisattva Guanyin? Take it out to show this old monk."
Xuanzang had no desire for competition, and he wanted to refuse. However, the Monkey had already taken out the Brocade Robe. The robe was covered in gold threads, with embedded Wind Avoidance Pearls and Dust Avoidance Pearls, and adorned with other treasures like pearls and agates.
In broad daylight, the radiant Treasure Light was indeed dazzling to the eyes.
Jin Chi's centuries-old cultivated Buddha-heart shattered upon seeing the Brocade Robe. What he had were just worthless rags?
Then he was somewhat dazed. Is there really such a treasure of a kasaya in this world?
His excited, trembling hands touched it, and he felt his Buddhist Law improving just by touching it.
"Oh, Saint Monk, why hide such a treasure?"
Jin Chi caressed the robe, and Xuanzang, the high monk, had evolved into a Saint Monk in his eyes.
