When Xuanzang met the saint, Bai Song felt vaguely that the incident was not a coincidence.
He wanted to go with Master Xuanzang, not because he was really worried about Master Xuanzang's safety, but more because he wanted to hear what Xuanzang wanted to say.
Seeing Bai Song's firm words, little Xuanzang made some calculations in his mind and asked Bai Song to accompany him all the way without saying anything.
It is very close to the palace from the imperial city, and you will be at the entrance of the palace within a short time.
Bai Song was still trying to persuade him to pay attention to his words when he met the emperor later.
Master Xuanzang naturally nodded in agreement, always smiling.
Just when Xuanzang was about to enter the palace, he stood at the entrance of the palace with no intention of entering again.
Bai Song was puzzled: "What are you waiting for, little master?"
Xuanzang smiled and said, "Wait for one person."
"Is there one more person?"
"I have a junior brother who came to Chang'an. I came to the palace today because of him."
As Xiao Xuanzang spoke, he seemed to be lost in memories. He looked up at the high palace wall and continued: "My junior brother seems to have had some connections with the emperor before he entered Buddhism. He came to Chang'an and devoted himself to promoting Buddhism. If he can't
To resolve the old grudges with the emperor, I'm afraid it will be inconvenient for him to move around Chang'an."
"That's it." Bai Song nodded, but then he thought again, how old is Master Xuanzang, and how old is his junior brother? Back then? How could he have any grudge against the emperor?
Little Xuanzang looked at Bai Song with a bit of weirdness in his eyes.
"Little Master, why are you looking at me like that?"
"Bai Song, you are a person who is destined to be a Buddha. It's a pity that you were born without roots, and Buddhism can't shut you up. Taoists say that you are a demon star, and you will have many disasters in the future. But the young monk firmly believes that you will have a blessed life in the future, as long as you
You have good intentions and stick to your heart."
Xuanzang suddenly sounded a little more serious when he spoke.
Bai Song felt even stranger.
"Little Master, why are you saying this all of a sudden?"
"In two days, the young monk will leave Chang'an."
"Leaving Chang'an? Why?"
"Looking at this Alchemy and Taoism Conference, Taoists are all working hard for the prosperity of Taoism. The young monk is deeply protected by Buddhism, so naturally he also wants to do something for Buddhism. He left this time to spread Buddhism and benevolent to the world. This time he left
, I’m afraid it will be difficult to see you again.”
Bai Song was silent for a while and smiled: "Little Master, you will become a famous master through the ages, really! Maybe you can really make Buddhism prosperous."
"We can be considered masters and disciples. The young monk has never asked for anything. Today, I only ask you for one thing."
"My little master, it doesn't matter. Bai Song must do his best within his ability."
"The young monk knows that you have written "Three Kingdoms" and sold "Red Mansions". Any classics in your hands must be spread in the world. After all, Buddhism is a foreign religion, and no classics have been circulated in the Tang Dynasty. I have a Buddhist scripture, and I would like to give it to you.
You spread it throughout the Tang Dynasty after the monk left Chang'an, hoping to leave some scriptures in the world."
Saying that, Xuanzang reached into his arms and thrust a book wrapped in black cloth into Bai Song's hand.
Bai Song took it and wanted to open it and take a look.
But Xuanzang held him down: "No, it must be opened after the monk leaves Chang'an."
Bai Song murmured, what scripture is so mysterious?
Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly saw Master Xuanzang's childish face turn serious. He waved his golden silk cassock and knelt in front of Bai Song.
Bai Song did not expect this scene at all, and was a little confused. He only heard Xuanzang say seriously: "This matter is of great importance. Since you have agreed, you cannot go back on it! I would like to thank you in advance, little monk Xuanzang."
"Little Master, what are you doing? Get up! Since I have promised, I will not break my promise. I swear that I will do my best to compile Little Master's scriptures into a book and spread it throughout the Tang Dynasty. Little Master will travel to the world in the future.
It can be seen from anywhere that if I violate this statement, the young master will return to Beijing at any time to investigate."
Hearing what Bai Song said, Xuanzang finally stood up with relief.
Bai Song looked at the scroll in his hand and felt a little strange. He didn't know what scripture Xuanzang valued so much?
At this time, a group of black-armored guards came neatly towards the entrance of the palace.
These guards immediately attracted Bai Song's attention.
Previously, Li Yong, the secret edict commander, reported that all three troops, Baiqi, Baidao, and Baidun, were deployed to monitor the Alchemy Conference, except for the Baijian Division, which had the strongest combat effectiveness.
These black-armored soldiers are the main combat strength of Baijian.
It is said that it is a hundred swords, but in fact it is far more than a hundred people, but in the mission of the secret edict, there has never been a time when all the troops were dispatched.
Even if they go to the grassland to perform tasks, only some personnel are dispatched.
But it was different today. The black-armored army in front of us could not be seen to the end. There were no less than 300 people in the formation, and it was obvious that they were all in full force.
Today's No. 1 of the Hundred Swords Division has been replaced by someone unknowingly. Bai Song has never seen him before, but he recognizes his belt.
However, the other party recognized Bai Song, so he stopped and waved, and the team stopped instantly.
The leader, Heijia, came forward and bowed his hands to Bai Song: "Master Bai, no one else is allowed to enter the palace today."
"Huh?" Bai Song was stunned for a moment, thinking to himself, was he giving himself an order?
The head of the Secret Regiment Division obeyed his advice, but the number one of the Hundred Swords Division actually talked to him like this?
Bai Song had some official authority and didn't like this tone.
"Tell me more, why can't people come in again?"
"This is the emperor's wish, and it is also for Lord Bai's safety."
"For my safety?"
At this time, Qin Yuxiao came out of the team. She was also wearing black armor. She didn't recognize her until she took off her helmet.
"Master Bai, today is really for your safety, please don't make things difficult for us."
Bai Song looked at the formation and frowned: "What happened?"
"The Emperor is going to meet an important person today."
"Important person? How important?" Bai Song subconsciously looked back at Xuanzang, "Could it be him?"
"Master Xuanzang is just one of them."
"one of them?"
"Guard No. 1, the palace has been arranged. Please invite people in." A sharp voice interrupted Bai Song's conversation.
A father-in-law came out of the palace with a yin aura that made people shudder.
Bai Song's expression changed. Wasn't this his father-in-law who had hunted Beili and fought against him?
This is a master-level expert, and he is implicitly the strongest person in the entire palace.
He hasn't appeared since the last time he was chasing Beili. Why did he appear today?
And looking at this man's face, he is very serious and meticulous. His eyes are locked on the black armor army. It feels like there is a trapped beast in these layers of black armor, which makes him feel infinite threat.
Bai Song realized that there was another person mixed in the Baijiansi team, someone who could mobilize all members of the Baijiansi team and have the mysterious old eunuch hiding in the palace personally come out to greet him.
"My junior brother is here, are you sure you want to enter the palace together?"
Master Xuanzang asked suddenly.
"Junior brother?"
At this time, the black-armored formation dispersed, and an old monk with a stooped figure and gray hair gradually emerged.
Seeing the old monk, Bai Song opened his mouth wide, and his breath stuck in his throat for a long time before he could say two words: "Master!"