火烧观音院
Fire at Guanyin Temple
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一天晚上，唐僧和孙悟空来到了一个很大的地方，叫观音院。这里住着很多和尚。这里的老方丈，已经二百七十岁了。老方丈听说唐僧是从长安来的，就拿出最好的茶，用最好看的杯子请他们喝。
老方丈问：“你们从东边来，带了什么好东西吗？”唐僧说：“我们走了很远的路，没有什么好东西。”孙悟空说：“师父，你包里不是有一件袈裟吗？拿出来给他们看看！”
老方丈笑了：“袈裟？我有七八百件呢！”他叫人拿出很多袈裟，一件比一件好看。孙悟空说：“这算什么！看我的！”唐僧拉着他，小声说：“别跟别人比这些。好东西让坏人看见了，会出事的。”可是孙悟空不听，一下子打开了包。
这件衣服一打开，屋子里都是红光，大家都看得说不出话来。老方丈看着它，哭了起来：“我活了二百七十岁，没见过这么好的东西。今天晚上，能不能让我拿回房间，看一看？明天早上就还给你们。”唐僧不想给，可是也不好说“不”，只能给了他。
晚上，老方丈拿着这件衣服，一直哭：“如果我能穿一天，死也愿意！”他的一个徒弟说：“这有什么难的？晚上我们放一把火，把他们两个烧死。这件衣服就是我们的了！”
孙悟空没睡着。他听见外面有声音，就变成一只小蜜蜂，飞出去看。他看见很多人正在房子外面放木头，心里想：“好啊，想烧死我们！”
他一个筋斗，飞到了天宫，找一个老朋友借了一个罩子。大火也烧不坏它。回来以后，他用它盖住了唐僧、马和他们的东西，自己坐在房子上面，看着他们放火。
火刚烧起来，孙悟空就吹了一下，大风就来了。风一吹，火越来越大，一下子到了他们自己的房子。观音院的房子，一间一间都着火了！
观音院南边二十里，有一座黑风山，山上住着一个黑熊精。他是老方丈的朋友，看见了火光，就来帮忙。可是，他走进老方丈的房间，看见了那件衣服，就拿着它回山上去了。
第二天早上，大家看见唐僧一点事也没有，走了出来，都很害怕。孙悟空还了罩子，回来找那件袈裟，可是哪里也找不到。老方丈的房子没了，袈裟也没了，就撞墙死了。
唐僧又急又气，念起了紧箍咒。孙悟空疼得在地上滚来滚去：“师父，别念了！我一定把袈裟找回来！”他们下一个要去的地方，就是黑风山。
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 地方 | dìfang | place |
| 听说 | tīngshuō | to hear (it said); to be told; reportedly |
| 最好 | zuìhǎo | best |
| 带 | dài | belt; band; ribbon |
| 老 | lǎo | old; aged |
| 别人 | biéren | other people; others; someone else |
| 屋子 | wūzi | room; house |
| 哭 | kū | to cry; to weep |
| 只能 | zhǐnéng | can only; have no choice but to |
| 一直 | yìzhí | always; all along; continuously |
| 难 | nán | difficult; hard |
| 放 | fàng | to put; to place |
English (for the teacher)
One evening, the Tang Monk and Sun Wukong came to a big place called Guanyin Temple. Many monks lived there. Their old abbot was already two hundred and seventy years old. When the old abbot heard the Tang Monk had come from Chang'an, he brought out his best tea and served it in his finest cups.
The old abbot asked: "You've come from the East. Did you bring any treasures?" The Tang Monk said: "We've come a long way, and we have no treasures." Sun Wukong said: "Master, isn't there a cassock in your bag? Take it out and show them!"
The old abbot laughed: "A cassock? I have seven or eight hundred of them!" He had his monks bring out many cassocks, each finer than the last. Sun Wukong said: "Call those cassocks? Look at mine!" The Tang Monk pulled him back and whispered: "Don't compete with people over things like this. If bad people see good things, there'll be trouble." But Sun Wukong wouldn't listen, and opened the bag at once.
As the cassock came out, red light filled the room, and everyone stared, speechless. The old abbot looked at it and began to cry: "I've lived two hundred and seventy years and never seen anything so fine. Could I take it to my room tonight and look at it? I'll give it back tomorrow morning." The Tang Monk didn't want to, but he couldn't say no, so he gave it to him.
That night the old abbot held the cassock and wept: "If I could wear it for one day, I'd die happy!" One of his disciples said: "What's so hard about that? Tonight we'll start a fire and burn the two of them to death. Then the cassock will be ours!"
Sun Wukong wasn't asleep. He heard noises outside, turned into a little bee and flew out to look. He saw lots of people piling wood around the house and thought: "So, you want to burn us to death!"
With one somersault he flew to the Heavenly Palace and borrowed a cover from an old friend. Even a great fire couldn't burn it. When he got back, he put it over the Tang Monk, the horse and their things, then sat on the roof and watched them light the fire.
As soon as the fire started, Sun Wukong blew, and a great wind came. The wind blew, the fire grew bigger and bigger, and in no time it reached the monks' own houses. One by one, the buildings of Guanyin Temple caught fire!
Twenty li south of Guanyin Temple was Black Wind Mountain, and on it lived a Black Bear Demon. He was the old abbot's friend, and when he saw the firelight he came to help. But when he walked into the old abbot's room and saw the cassock, he took it and went back to his mountain.
The next morning everyone saw the Tang Monk walk out without a scratch, and they were terrified. Sun Wukong returned the cover and came back to look for the cassock, but it was nowhere to be found. The old abbot had lost his house and lost the cassock, and he ran his head into a wall and died.
The Tang Monk, worried and angry, began the Tightening Spell. Sun Wukong rolled on the ground in pain: "Master, stop! I'll get the cassock back, I promise!" The next place they had to go was Black Wind Mountain.