火烧观音院
Fire at Guanyin Temple
Name: ________________ Date: ________
天快黑的时候，师徒二人来到一座寺院，名叫观音院。唐僧一听这个名字，非常高兴。和尚们很客气地请他们进去。不一会儿，两个小和尚扶出来一个老和尚。他头上戴着一顶很贵的帽子，身上穿着一件很贵的衣服，手里拿着拐杖。他是这里最老的和尚，也是这里的主人，已经二百七十岁了。
老和尚叫人端来茶。茶盘是白玉做的，茶杯上还有金子，茶的味道也特别香。唐僧说：“真是好东西！”老和尚很得意，问：“您从东方大唐来，一定带了什么宝贝吧？”唐僧说：“我们没有什么宝贝，就算有，这么远的路也带不来。”
悟空在旁边说：“师父，我们包里那件袈裟，不就是宝贝吗？”老和尚一听“袈裟”，就笑了。他让人抬出十二个箱子，打开一看，里面全是他收的袈裟，有七八百件。唐僧小声说：“徒弟，不要跟人比谁的东西好。出门在外，好东西不能随便给人看。”可是悟空不听，自己打开包，把袈裟拿了出来。只见一道红光照亮了整个大殿，袈裟上的宝珠闪闪发光，每个人都看呆了。
老和尚一见，眼泪就流下来了。他对唐僧说：“我眼睛不好，晚上看不清楚。能不能借我拿回房间，看一个晚上？明天早上就还给您。”唐僧不想借，可是又不好拒绝，只好借给了他。
老和尚抱着袈裟，在房间里哭个不停：“我活了二百七十年，有几百件袈裟，却没有一件这么好的！”一个和尚出主意说：“这有什么难的？晚上等他们睡着了，拿刀进去把他们杀了，袈裟就是您的了。”另一个和尚说：“用刀杀人，别人会知道。放火就不一样了，烧死了他们，别人只会以为是他们自己不小心。”老和尚一听，就同意了。
半夜，悟空听见外面有声音，就变成一只小蜜蜂，飞出去看。只见和尚们正在搬木头，要把他们住的房子围起来烧。悟空心想：“好啊，竟然想害我师父！”他一个筋斗飞到天上，向广目天王借来了一个防火的罩子，把唐僧、白马和行李都罩在下面。
和尚们点起了火。悟空不但不救火，反而吹了一口气，起了一阵大风，把火都吹向了和尚们住的地方。一时间，整座观音院都烧了起来。
附近的黑风山上住着一个黑熊精，他看见了这场大火。他是老和尚的朋友，本来想帮忙救火，却在老和尚的房间里看见了那件发光的袈裟。他一高兴，就把袈裟偷走了。
天快亮的时候，悟空把罩子还给了广目天王。天亮以后，唐僧平平安安地走了出来，可是袈裟不见了。老和尚害了自己的寺院，又丢了宝贝，没脸见人，就用头去撞墙，死了。
唐僧又急又气，一遍又一遍地念起了咒语。悟空疼得在地上打滚，连声说：“师父别念了！我一定把袈裟找回来！”下一站，黑风山。
Key words
| Word | Pinyin | Meaning |
|---|---|---|
| 座 | zuò | constellation; zodiac sign (as in 巨蟹座) |
| 戴 | dài | to wear (a hat, glasses, jewelry, etc.) |
| 帽子 | màozi | hat; cap |
| 味道 | wèidao | taste; flavor |
| 得意 | déyì | pleased with oneself; proud; complacent |
| 全 | quán | whole; all; entire; complete; completely; entirely |
| 道 | dào | to say; to express (as in 说道, 道歉) |
| 整个 | zhěnggè | whole; entire |
| 流 | liú | to flow; current; stream |
| 拒绝 | jùjué | to refuse; to reject; to decline |
| 只好 | zhíhǎo | to have no choice but to; to be forced to |
| 黑 | hēi | black; dark |
English (for the teacher)
As night was falling, master and disciple came to a temple called Guanyin Temple. The Tang Monk was delighted to hear the name. The monks politely invited them in. Soon two young monks came out helping an old monk along. He wore a costly hat and a costly robe, and held a walking stick. He was the oldest monk there and the master of the temple, and he was two hundred and seventy years old.
The old abbot had tea brought in. The tray was made of white jade, the cups were set with gold, and the tea smelled wonderful. The Tang Monk said: "What lovely things!" The old abbot was very pleased with himself and asked: "You've come from the great Tang in the East, so you must have brought some treasures?" The Tang Monk said: "We have no treasures, and even if we did, we couldn't bring them all this way."
Wukong, beside him, said: "Master, isn't that cassock in our bag a treasure?" When the old abbot heard the word "cassock", he laughed. He had twelve chests carried out, and when they were opened, they were full of the cassocks he had collected, seven or eight hundred of them. The Tang Monk said quietly: "Disciple, don't compete with people over who has the best things. When you're away from home, you mustn't show your fine things to just anyone." But Wukong wouldn't listen. He opened the bag himself and took out the cassock. At once a red light lit up the whole hall, the jewels on the cassock sparkled, and everyone stared, struck dumb.
The moment the old abbot saw it, tears ran down his face. He said to the Tang Monk: "My eyes are poor and I can't see well at night. Could I borrow it and take it to my room to look at for one night? I'll give it back first thing tomorrow." The Tang Monk didn't want to lend it, but he couldn't very well refuse, so he lent it to him.
The old abbot sat in his room hugging the cassock and crying without stop: "I've lived two hundred and seventy years and I have hundreds of cassocks, but not one as good as this!" One of the monks had an idea: "What's so hard about that? Tonight, when they're asleep, we go in with knives and kill them, and the cassock is yours." Another monk said: "If we kill them with knives, people will find out. A fire is different: if they burn to death, people will just think they were careless." The old abbot heard this and agreed.
In the middle of the night Wukong heard noises outside, so he turned into a little bee and flew out to look. There were the monks, carrying wood to pile around the rooms where they were staying, ready to burn them. Wukong thought: "So that's it — they want to kill my master!" In one somersault he flew up to heaven, borrowed a fire-proof cover from the Heavenly King Guangmu, and put it over the Tang Monk, the white horse and the luggage.
The monks lit the fire. Instead of putting out the fire, Wukong blew a breath and raised a great wind, which blew the flames toward the monks' own quarters. In no time the whole of Guanyin Temple was ablaze.
On nearby Black Wind Mountain lived the Black Bear Demon, and he saw the great fire. He was the old abbot's friend, and he had meant to come and help put the fire out, but in the old abbot's room he saw the glowing cassock. Delighted, he stole it.
Just before dawn, Wukong gave the cover back to the Heavenly King Guangmu. When day broke, the Tang Monk walked out safe and sound, but the cassock was gone. The old abbot had ruined his own temple and lost the treasure too. Too ashamed to face anyone, he ran his head into a wall and died.
The Tang Monk, anxious and angry, recited the spell over and over. Wukong rolled on the ground in pain, crying: "Stop, Master! I'll get the cassock back, I promise!" Next stop: Black Wind Mountain.