I am the cook, but I am Li Er's son-in-law

He can't preach the scriptures in front of His Royal Highness Wei Wang, so why does he contact His Royal Highness Wei Wang?

His Royal Highness King Wei runs wild every day without taking a bath?

Or is it a picture of his 160-jin delicate body?

Master Xuanzang frowned, his face was difficult to look at: "This... the poor monk's ambition is not here, the poor monk only wants to study the scriptures, and hope that all living beings will be free from suffering and realize Bodhi."

Yin Xuan shook his head: "I said, this is not something you should consider."

"Leaving sentient beings out of misery, I can just do it. Do you have the ability?"

These words were very straightforward, Master Xuanzang was taken aback.

"The poor monk naturally doesn't have this ability, but he can teach the classics..." He hesitated for a while, his tone was indifferent, and he replied, but before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Yin Xuan.

Yin Xuan's eyes were indifferent: "What is your righteousness, can you let the people eat an extra ration? Can you let them have an extra pig in their pen? Can you let them have a few more clothes?"

These words are quite fatal.

Master Xuanzang was stunned for a while, then murmured: "Believe in my scriptures, I will be able to..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and was interrupted by Yin Xuan: "If you can live a good life in this life, why should you fight for the next life?"

With that said, Yin Xuan paused for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed at himself.

"In this life, I can give them more food, more livestock in the pen, and more good clothes."

"In the next life, I will let them eat more and better food and wear more and better clothes."

"Are the scriptures you said valid?"

Master Xuanzang also wanted to argue a few words: "This reincarnation, maybe the next life will become a beast with insects, birds and scales..."

the third time.

This was the third time he failed to finish his sentence.

Yin Xuan asked a question coldly: "Do you know why Datang calls me besides Duke Zhengyang?"

Master Xuanzang shook his head dumbfoundedly. He had just returned to Chang'an. It was the first time he knew that Lord Zhengyang was so handsome, handsome and young, let alone others.

"They respectfully call me the God of Wealth." Yin Xuan lowered his voice, "I am the God of Wealth recognized by the Tang court and the common people."

Master Xuanzang was a little surprised.

God of Wealth?

Why is the majestic Duke Zhengyang of the Tang Dynasty honored as the God of Wealth? What is the connection between this?
During the ten years since I left Chang'an, what happened to Chang'an City...

"I said, as long as the people of the Great Tang live a down-to-earth life, even if there is a theory of reincarnation in this world, they will still continue to be my Great Tang people."

"Do you have an opinion?"

The last sentence, in Xuanzang's ears, is no different from the words "Do you dare to refute?"

refute?

There is no way to refute.

After only a few minutes of contact, Xuanzang discovered that this Lord Zhengyang was in an almost invincible situation—especially compared to his own scriptures.

Talking about the reality, the reality of suffering, the scriptures say to endure and cultivate, but Mr. Zhengyang stretched out his hands and beat up the suffering and poverty.

Master Xuanzang saw it with his own eyes whether he was living a good life or not—after entering the city, the lower workshops were much more prosperous than before, and he couldn't say against his conscience that this was not a good life.

Talk about the future...

There is no way to refute Mr. Zhengyang's words.

Will ordinary people believe the words of the "God of Wealth" they recognize, or will they believe the words of this little monk?

Master Xuanzang looked at Yin Xuan blankly.

He endured all kinds of pain and survived this dangerous situation, and finally obtained from Tianzhu what he thought was the best sutra in the world, but after returning to Tang Dynasty, he now found that there was no way to spread it.

What stood in front of him was the mountain of Duke Zhengyang.

But he... couldn't get past it.

A vision that he had waited for and supported him for more than ten years, now finally turned into a bubble, bursting without even making a sound under the glare of the sun.

Master Xuanzang lost his soul, and his whole body became listless.

He couldn't refute Yin Xuan's words even once, even if he refuted them forcefully.

Yin Xuan sighed, and his tone softened: "I don't have any objection to your scriptures, but Datang doesn't need these things now."

"Compared with these scriptures, Datang needs your knowledge and experience in geology more."

Master Xuanzang smiled a little forcedly.

This is like... telling a person who has learned to sing since childhood, compared to your singing skills, I think your skills in peeling melon seeds are better.

"How about it." Yin Xuan pondered for a while, then said, "You come to work with me."

"You will be paid five times a month."

"You have worked for five years, I will give you a chance to publish a book, if you have worked for ten years, I will give you a chance to hold a two-hour publicity meeting?"

five years...ten years...

This has been a long period of time. To put it bluntly, Yin Xuan is drawing a big cake for Xuanzang, but this illusory big cake gradually made some vitality emerge in the eyes of Master Xuanzang.

What happened to the longer time?
He endured the more than ten years of traveling in the Western Regions, not to mention getting money every month during the five or ten years.

After the sweet dates were given out, Yin Xuan then waved his big stick: "During the time you work for me, I don't ask you to dress up or make up, but you can't pretend to be a monk, and you can't preach the scriptures to your colleagues."

Master Xuanzang hesitated for a long time before nodding.

Yin Xuan could not be offended, just a few words, he knew how lofty the status of the inconceivably young Duke Zhengyang in front of him was in the Tang Dynasty.

Although it was different from what he imagined——

In Xuanzang's vision, he took "Da Tang Western Regions" back to Chang'an, accepted the reception of the arrival official Xungui, and then used the scriptures to influence them.

There were no problems with the number of steps in the first few steps, but in the last step, he couldn't influence Yin Xuan.

Could it be that he wants to abandon Duke Zhengyang, and then... take "The History of the Western Regions" to the court to see if he can influence His Majesty?
It's not that Master Xuanzang never had such an idea.

But he dared not.

Datang is not someone who has never done this before, but their fate is all miserable.

Take away the credit that has come to Xungui's mouth?
A fool would do that.

As early as in Tianzhu, he had already been pulled into Zhengyang Gong's car.

In the imperial city.

Li Shimin had just finished a tiring court meeting, and when Yin Xuan sent people to explore Tianzhu, Datang had just defeated the Turks.

It is still the lightning tactic proposed by Xue Rengui. The railway is laid in the early stage, and then a wave of soldiers and horses are thrown over.

It's just that Turks are much stronger than Goguryeo.

It also allowed it to struggle for a longer time.

But the struggle is the struggle, and the fight is still the fight.

Who should be sent over to dominate that side of the land, and the court was arguing. With the example of Goguryeo, they knew how profitable it was to develop a strange land.