When the door was fully opened, a sea of people came into view. Many common people and businessmen were holding all kinds of things in their hands, such as eggs, braised meat, silk, and so on. They stood at the door together. Some of them could not stand anymore, so they climbed on the stone lions in front of the mansion. Some children climbed directly on the locust trees, like monkeys looking at the sea.
When they saw the person they missed coming out, they immediately lost control of their emotions and kept shouting.
"Prince Zhang, I'm Huzi. You drank my family's fermented glutinous rice before. This time, we heard that you were leaving, so we came to see you."
"President Zhang, I heard that you were leaving, so I specially brought my 30-year-old cured meat to give to you."
"Prince Zhang, I brought you braised meat. You must accept it."
Everyone carried their gifts and kept squeezing in front of Zhang Feng.
For a moment, the whole street was blocked. The people in front seemed to have been stepped on, and there were bursts of crying and shouting.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng only felt a chill on his back. He did not expect the people of Chang 'an to be so crazy. He quickly waved his hand and shouted, "Everyone, stop."
His words seemed to have magic power. As soon as they were heard, the crowd stopped restless, but there were still some people whispering, but it did not matter.
Zhang Feng glanced at the crowd and said solemnly, "I know you value me. This time I'm going to Jiangnan to develop, but you don't have to worry, because I'm going to bring the prosperity of Chang 'an to Jiangnan …"
"Good, good …"
Just as they were talking, a Buddhist chant came from the crowd.
Zhang Feng frowned and was a little dissatisfied. He hated to be disturbed in the middle of a speech, especially by a monk. He opened his eyes wide, trying to find the speaker and ask for clarification.
The crowd also cast sidelong glances and felt dissatisfied. Although the Tang Empire had always worshiped Buddha and the people were also in awe of Buddha, they were now listening to Young Master Zhang's wise words. How could they allow a monk to disturb them? Not to mention that Young Master Zhang was about to leave, and they might not be able to hear these wise words in the future. Thinking of this, a ball of nameless anger seemed to ignite in the hearts of the people, and they were determined to find the troublemaker.
But at this moment, that voice rang out again. "Everyone says that Prince Zhang is a very kind person. Now that I've met you in person, it's true that your reputation is not as good as your appearance. Excellent."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng was a little confused. He couldn't tell if the other party was praising him or insulting him. Just as he was about to ask, he saw a man in a yellow monk's robe walk out from the crowd. This man had six scars on his head. He had a benevolent face and his palms were clasped together. He looked like a Buddhist monk.
"This is Master Xuanzang?"
Someone seemed to have recognized the monk and exclaimed.
With this exclamation, the whole place seemed to be in an uproar. They all looked at the man called Xuanzang.
Soon, the people imitated Xuanzang. They clasped their palms together and chanted the name of Amitabha to Xuanzang. Their eyes were slowly filled with piety.
Xuanzang seemed to be enjoying the crowd's attention. For a moment, he forgot about Zhang Feng and started chatting with the people about Buddhism.
Seeing this, Zhang Feng finally understood. This guy was Tang Sanzang.
But it would be more appropriate to call him Xuanzang.
But why did this guy come to the entrance of Zhang Mansion? Also, what this guy said just now was a little confusing. What did he mean?
Just as he was thinking, Du Ziteng quietly came up. "Master, this Xuanzang is the monk chosen by His Majesty at the Water and Land Conference a few days ago. I heard that he's going to India to collect the Buddhist scriptures …"
Water and Land Conference?
Zhang Feng was slightly taken aback and instantly understood something.
Previously, due to the Chang 'an City incident, Li Shimin had no choice but to issue an edict and call for a Water and Land Conference. This Water and Land Conference was no doubt a springboard for Xuanzang. From then on, Buddhism in the Tang Dynasty became more prosperous. The price was to go to India to collect the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures and use them to release more souls.
Since it was a fact that Xuanzang was going to India, he couldn't let such a good resource go to waste.
Now that India and the Tang Dynasty were in a stalemate, if one or two spies were sent over, they might be able to obtain some top-secret information.
And this spy must be Xuanzang. First of all, this guy was a monk. It would not be easy to arouse suspicion. Moreover, he had a very strong purpose this time, which was to obtain the Mahayana Buddhist scriptures. This purpose alone would allow him to avoid many interrogations in India.
If this guy defected and became a professional spy of the Tang Dynasty in India, then the odds of winning against India would be much higher. He would also be able to foresee the future.
Thinking about this, he looked at Xuanzang and smiled maliciously. "Master Xuanzang, I've heard a lot about you."
Xuanzang was chatting with his followers. When he heard someone calling him, he slowly turned around and faced Zhang Feng. He put his palms together and said indifferently, "Prince Zhang, I've heard a lot about you."
Zhang Feng laughed in his heart. Pretend? Go ahead and pretend for Lao Tzu. This Buddhist is so damn good at pretending. However, his face was still calm. He said lightly, "Master Xuanzang, since you've come to my humble abode today, why don't you come in and let me be the host?"
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