What evil is fake, and what evil spirit is underground is also nonsense, what Yuan Tiangang said in his mouth requires a certain amount of imagination to understand.

There are too many things that he can't say directly, if it's too straightforward, then Li Er will definitely ask, why do you know these things as a national teacher?

If he didn't say anything at all, then when Li Er knew that Yuan Tiangang knew about it, it would be just that the status of the national teacher was not guaranteed, and the ancients didn't know how many people would be martyred.

If this pipeline is really manipulated by the people in the black market in Chang'an, then it will be a big problem.

Some time ago, Li Jiancheng's remnants were not small, and the officials of the Ministry of Industry were also implicated, and I don't know how many people died that night.

Li Er was angry, but it was useless to be angry, and the people he arrested were all inconsequential people.

If those so-called oils, put them in these pipelines.

In Chang'an, culverts extend in all directions......

Hiss......

Li Hui didn't dare to think about it.

At this time, my husband didn't say a word: "Master Hou, fortunately, you are in Lantian." ”

"Mr. Qi Ping, investigate this matter carefully!"

Qi Ping walked in from the outside, with exhaustion on his face, the entire Hou Mansion had to be reported to Li Hui through his hands, it was indeed extremely complicated, although he did it very well, it was well organized, and the quality of the cut was extremely high, but this was also a kind of consumption of people.

"Don't worry, Master Hou, I'll send a few good people to the past tonight and sneak into the culvert."

When the spring breeze of Tang Chang'an blows, there is no ambiguity.

In the northwest region, in the Guanzhong Plain, the temperate monsoon is restless, mixed with cold, and the knife is generally caressing the face

earth

What blows the face and does not chill the willow wind, it is all a lie, that is Jiangnan.

Let that person come to Chang'an to try, and he has the heart to scold his mother.

At the end of Suzaku Street in Chang'an, in front of Suzaku Gate, a scholar-like person slowly shook his head.

"It's not going to work."

Behind him, a little scholar held a fan in his arms and a whisk of dust.

"Young master, this Chang'an is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, why can't the pattern work."

"Qingliu, think about it, how did I teach you before?"

A lot of puzzled looks flashed on the little scholar's face, and after a long time, he said word by word: "Young master, I want to understand, this Vermilion Bird is too angry, and His Majesty the Tang Dynasty has too much water and wood energy." ”

"Hehe, that's not the reason."

Of course, Li Chunfeng knew that this was not the reason, his only purpose in coming to Chang'an was to show his talent, and of course, he really wanted to meet the national teacher who was known as the number one in the world.

After coming out of Zhongnan Mountain, the master only said one sentence, that is, "There are many smart people in the world, at least Yuan Tiangang is on par with you."

They are all wise people, who is afraid of whom?

He has been in Chang'an for more than a month, and has witnessed all kinds of novelties in Chang'an, such as newspapers.

I saw all kinds of things happening in Chang'an, such as the murder of a bearded guest, who was arrested for no reason, but was secretly executed.

Witnessing the Lantern Festival, His Majesty did not appear today, and that night, there was no light on in the Osmanthus Tower.

It also witnessed the chaos in the black market.

"Qingliu, the last time you went to the black market to buy something, did you see the person I asked you to find?"

Qingliu shook his head, "Young master, the old man you asked me to find, he is not where you said. ”

Li Chunfeng frowned, "It shouldn't be, Gongyimu was trapped in the black market many years ago, and he couldn't escape by himself." ”

"Is it dead?"

Except for death, Li Chunfeng felt that there was no other possibility.

While Li Chunfeng was thinking, a monk came over, the monk was wearing a robe, and his face was full of death-defying looks.

Behind the monk, many people said goodbye.

"Master Xuanzang, go all the way!"

"Master Xuanzang, we will miss you."

"Master, you have to bring the monkey back!"

Xuanzang is very bitter in his heart now, where is this, he is wearing his robe today, carrying his luggage, and originally planned to set off to the west.

But this incident seems to have happened in the Journey to the West story in the newspaper, and the result is that no one has any care for the inner torture he paid for his westward journey, and the people of Chang'an look at him like monkeys, and hope that he will bring back Sun Dasheng, bring back the pig Gangguan in the book, and bring back Sha Wujing and Xiaobailong.

Journey to the West mistook me! Xuanzang's heart of 10,000 grass and mud horses galloped by, but there can be no disgust on his face, he is a person of Buddhism, any of his words and deeds, in today's will be infinitely magnified, even a few days ago, there are people who keep going to Hongfu Temple to ask him, when the master will go west.

It's too tormenting, a Journey to the West story makes the entire Tang Chang'an know everything about him, although there are fallacies, but most of the situations are extremely true, and there are not many discrepancies.

This feeling of being watched and stripped naked is very unpleasant.

Li Chunfeng said with a smile: "Hehe, Master Xuanzang, have a good journey." ”

finally has a decent sentence, compared to the people who say that the road is good, Xuanzang prefers the words of elegant people.

"Thank you, donor."

"Master Xuanzang has gone all the way to the west, with lofty ambitions, and admires him in the next, but he has a question in the lower part and wants to ask the master."

Li Chunfeng did not say to ask for advice, did not seek to solve doubts, but wanted to ask.

These words were tingling, and in an instant, Xuanzang's eyes lit up, and the opportunity came!

"Hehe, it's okay, donor, please say."

"Since the master is the reincarnation of the golden cicada, how did this Buddha achieve eternal life?"

This question is just like this, Xuanzang is a little disappointed, there are at least 10,000 ways in the Buddhist scriptures to tell you from different angles, how the Buddha exists.

This is the most basic thing of salmon.

When he was about to speak, Li Chunfeng asked again.

"The master doesn't have to say the sutras, and don't say that the Buddha is everywhere, just want to know what the master himself thinks."

Xuanzang nodded and smiled, this is interesting.

"Donor, please come with me out of the city."

At the gate of the city, more than a dozen white horses have been prepared, although I don't know who prepared them, but Xuanzang is still very grateful to these people.

Of course, if there is no Journey to the West story, how does he know that Xuanzang is riding a white horse westward?

Xuanzang is now full of resentment towards Lotte Hou Li Hui, Hou Ye, Hou Ye, you hurt me very much.

After leaving the city, Xuanzang smiled like a lotus flower on the white horse.

On the other horse, Li Chunfeng and the scholar looked at Xuanzang and waited patiently.

When the so-called send-off people had begun to disperse, Xuanzang looked at the western sky, "Donor, there is no Buddha in this world. ”

"Oh? Is that really no god or Buddha anymore? ”

"Not really, but at least, the Buddha is a fake." Xuanzang sighed, "As for the Buddha in the heart of the poor monk, it is naturally the poor monk himself." ”