Xuanzang stood up and said to the young novice beside him: "Wu Ming, go and report to the host and say that Xuanzang has made up his mind."

"Yes." The little novice monk nodded and left Xuanzang's Zen room.

Not long after, Guanghui, with the support of a young novice monk, slowly came to Xuanzang's Zen room. He saw Xuanzang reciting sutras and sat silently aside, waiting for him to finish reciting sutras.

After a long time, Guanghui saw Xuanzang finished reciting the sutra, and then said, "Have you finally made up your mind?"

Xuanzang opened his eyes, faced Guanghui, nodded solemnly and said: "It's confirmed, the poor monk decided to go west to obtain Buddhist scriptures."

Guanghui stood up and solemnly bowed to Xuanzang, and the young novice also followed suit.

"The practice of Buddhism is popular in the Central Plains. Xuanzang will definitely become a great master when he returns to Tianzhu. Buddhism in the Central Plains will also develop significantly. I am here to thank Xuanzang for thousands of monks."

Xuanzang immediately stood up and returned the courtesy, saying: "President, this poor monk is a member of the Buddhist sect. Of course he hopes to see Buddhism flourish."

"Good, good..."

Xuanzang's decision to go to Tianzhu to obtain Buddhist scriptures soon spread throughout Ximing Temple.

At this time, Wang Ning'an accompanied Li Xiangcheng to Ximing Temple.

It was noon at this time, and there were many pilgrims coming to Ximing Temple, including men, women, old and young. Most of them were young people like Wang Ning'an and Li Xiangcheng, who came to visit Ximing Temple.

Li Xiangcheng walked around Ximing Temple for a while and said, "Ning'an, are you really so sure that the monk named Xuanzang will go to Xizhu to obtain Buddhist scriptures?"

She was very suspicious of Wang Ning'an's self-confidence. Even if she had never doubted Wang Ning'an, she did now.

Wang Ning'an held her hand and said with a smile: "Of course I am confident. For this reason, I am already creating a mythological novel with Xuanzang as the protagonist."

"Mythological novel? What kind of novel is that?" Li Xiangcheng asked.

"It's a novel filled with gods, Buddhas, and monsters all over the world. It's about Xuanzang's quest for Buddhist scriptures. After I finish it, I'll show it to you first," Wang Ning'an said.

"Okay." Li Xiangcheng smiled.

Behind them, Wang Dao and Yin Qiao followed them. They didn't say a word along the way, but one kept a cold look on his face and the other kept a smile on his face.

They stopped in front of a courtyard, which was guarded by two monks.

Wang Ning'an walked up to them, informed them of their purpose, and was taken directly to Xuanzang's Buddhist monastery.

In response to this, Wang Ning'an smiled, but Li Xiangcheng asked in confusion: "Master, why didn't you just bring us in without giving a warning?"

The monk clasped his hands together and said: "The female donor is unaware of something. Master Xuanzang has decided to go west to obtain Buddhist scriptures. Therefore, as long as the king donor comes, there is no need to report."

Li Xiangcheng nodded and said: "I see." Then he looked at Wang Ning'an in disbelief and said, "You knew this would be like this, didn't you?"

Wang Ning'an shook his head and said: "I don't know, but I can guess."

"Guessed it?" Li Xiangcheng asked suspiciously.

Wang Ning'an smiled and said: "It's not difficult to guess. For a person who likes Buddhism, if he learns that there is a better Buddhism, he will get it at all costs.

Xuanzang is such a person. No matter how dangerous the journey to the west is, he will never give up. Just like I like you, no matter what difficulties there are, I will marry you."

Li Xiangcheng's face turned slightly red and he felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

It feels very sweet, and the eyes looking at Wang Ning'an are full of tenderness and sweetness.

Under the leadership of the monk, Wang Ning'an and the others quickly arrived at Xuanzang's Buddhist monastery.

After Wang Ning'an saw Xuanzang, he immediately clasped his hands together and said, "Master Xuanzang, long time no see. See you well."

Xuanzang also clasped his hands together and saluted: "Master Wang, you are well."

Wang Ning'an asked Yinqiao and Wang Dao to wait outside, and he and Li Xiangcheng entered Xuanzang's room together.

After Xuanzang invited them to sit down, he gave them twice as much tea, which was boiled water. Because Wang Ning'an refused Xuanzang's offer to make tea, he couldn't wait to develop tea.

Wang Ning'an took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and said: "Master Xuanzang, I heard that you have considered going to Tianzhu to obtain the true scriptures?"

"Yes." Xuanzang nodded and said, "The poor monk has already made up his mind and will leave for Tianzhu tomorrow. Is what Mr. Wang said last time true?"

Wang Ning'an nodded and said: "Of course it is true. Not only can I help you with everything on your journey westward, I can also write a novel for you, which will make your reputation far and wide after you leave."

"Fame is an external thing. The poor monk doesn't value it. He only wants to obtain the true scripture." Xuanzang said.

"Amitabha."

Suddenly a Buddha's name came to mind in the room, and a person appeared at the door. It was Master Guanghui, the abbot of Ximing Temple.

Wang Ning'an, Li Xiangcheng and Xuanzang stood up at the same time and saluted him: "Master Guanghui."

Guang Hui walked into the room and said, "I have met the princess, Mr. Wang."

Wang Ning'an said: "Master Guanghui, come here now. Do you have anything to say?"

Guang Hui nodded and said: "I am already in his seventies. There is no way for me to go to Tianzhu with Xuanzang to obtain the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures. I may not even be able to wait for Xuanzang's return.

This has become my inner demon. The only one who wants to resolve my inner demon is Xuanzang."

"Amitabha." Xuanzang clasped his hands together and said, "Master Guanghui, this is because you have an obsession in your heart.

If you want to eliminate obsessions, you need to look at the world with a pure heart, live life with a happy heart, create emotions with a normal heart, and eliminate worries with a soft heart.

If Master Guanghui has been unable to think about it and cannot get rid of his obsessions, then even if there are poor monks who can temporarily help Master Guanghui eliminate his obsessions, obsessions and inner demons will still appear in the future.

So I ask Master Guanghui to forgive me, as this poor monk can do nothing."

Guanghui clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, that's good, that's good. It seems that everything is done by Lao Monk, Xuanzang."

"The poor monk is here." Xuanzang stood up and said.

Guang Hui said again: "I have already studied Buddhism and am no longer under my control. I will no longer stop me from traveling west to Tianzhu to obtain Buddhist scriptures."

"Thank you, Master Guanghui."

"Princess, Mr. Wang, I'm leaving."

"Farewell."

The three people got up again and sent Guang Hui away. At the same time, the three people knew that Guang Hui did not have inner demons, but wanted to do the final test to test whether Xuanzang's Buddhism was qualified to go to Tianzhu to obtain scriptures.

Now that Xuanzang was qualified, he left. He was a man in his seventies and had nothing to talk about with a group of young people.

Li Xiangcheng said softly: "This old monk is really interesting. It is obviously to test others, but he said that he has inner demons. It is really interesting. Isn't he afraid that others will say that he is not good at Buddhism?"

Wang Ning'an smiled and said: "This is called sacrificing oneself for others. Ordinary people

If you can't do it, just say I'm fine. I can't sacrifice myself for others, but I can do it for my family, for example, for you."

Li Xiangcheng smiled and said: "I hate it, what are you talking about?"

The two of them were flirting and flirting, not even considering that there was Xuanzang beside them. Fortunately, Xuanzang's heart towards Buddha was very strong and he didn't care about the two of them at all.

He didn't care, but he couldn't let Wang Ning'an and Li Xiangcheng talk anymore, so he interrupted them by shouting a Buddha's name.

"Amitabha."

Wang Ning'an and Li Xiangcheng came to their senses, sat upright, and smiled awkwardly.

"Ahem..." Wang Ning'an coughed awkwardly and said with a smile: "Master Xuanzang, since you have decided to go to Tianzhu, I will give you a map to Tianzhu, and I will also follow a group of people behind you.

The caravan will follow you.

As long as you are in danger or need help, just wait for them where you are."

"Thank you so much, Donor Wang."

Wang Ning'an shook his head and said: "This matter is of great importance. Please wait a few more days, Master Xuanzang. I will report the matter to His Majesty and ask him to inform the whole world about it. I will also prepare customs clearance documents for you.

Orders, etc.

There are many countries along the way, and without documents such as customs clearance documents and ultimatums, you may have a difficult time after leaving the Tang Dynasty."

"Thank you, Lord Wang, for your trouble." Although Xuanzang was a monk, he was not an unreasonable person.

Wang Ning'an waved his hand and said: "Master Xuanzang, you're welcome. It's me who should say thank you, not you. You must know that in addition to Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty, you also helped the Tang Dynasty understand the cultures of various countries.

Contact is helpful.

Of course, it also helps me a lot, you know that I am in business, and with the guidance of the master, my caravan can smoothly do business in various countries."

"Amitabha, the poor monk and Lord Wang each have their own needs," Xuanzang said.

Li Xiangcheng asked: "Master Xuanzang, it may take you many years to go there, and the difficulties and dangers on the road cannot be described in a few words. Aren't you afraid of these?"

Xuanzang smiled and said: "Amitabha, Your Royal Highness, if a poor monk is afraid of these things, then why bother to get the true scriptures?"

Li Xiangcheng nodded: "Master's devotion to the Buddha is indeed firm. I admire him. Today I will go to the palace to see my father and inform him of the matter."

Wang Ning'an smiled and said, "Let's go together."

"OK."

"Thank you."

Wang Ning'an and Li Xiangcheng said goodbye to Xuanzang and went to the palace.

When Li Er saw Wang Ning'an and Li Xiangcheng, he frowned slightly and said, "Xiangcheng, I heard that you went to Qintian Prison to make a big fuss?"

Li Xiangcheng said: "Yes, father and emperor, son and minister..."

"Nonsense." Li Er directly interrupted Li Xiangcheng's words and said angrily: "Do you know what you are doing? Is it something you, a princess, can do to cause trouble in the Yamen?"

Li Xiangcheng knelt down and said in fear: "My son knows that he is guilty, and please ask my father to calm down."

"Humph, do you know how angry I was after hearing this?" Li Er said in a deep voice.

"I know I was wrong, but please forgive me." Li Xiangcheng begged for mercy again.

Wang Ning'an said at this time: "Your Majesty, the princess did this because of Wei Chen, because there was news from Qin Tianjian that Wei Chen's horoscope showed that Wei Chen was dead. Since he is dead, then who is Wei Chen?
Chapter completed!