In the quiet Dali Temple, the burning candlelight illuminates Di Renjie's still tender face. More than ten corpses were displayed in front of him. These corpses were left by the Lu family's murder and silence. When the Ranger's incident occurred, the Lu family immediately cut off all the connections and cut off the clues completely.

Disgust flashed in his eyes. Di Renjie was very disgusted with the Lu family's actions. He killed the people who did their own work. Compared to his teacher, he was very good at his subordinates. After checking, he said to the officials around him, "Pull it out and burn it."

"Yes!" Several officials dragged their bodies away.

After sighing in the middle of the night, Di Renjie picked up a pot of liquor placed on the table and walked into the prison of Dali Temple, and came all the way to the cell where Songtsen Gampo was imprisoned.

"What are you here to do?" Songtsen Gampo looked at Di Renjie.

"I can't sleep, it's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, I'll talk to you." Di Renjie said, shaking the wine in his hand, "Do you want to try the strong wine of our Tang Dynasty?"

"Okay." Songtsen, wearing a prison uniform, nodded.

Smiling and poured wine for Songtsen Gampo, Di Renjie said, "Take a sip."

"Good wine!" Songtsen Gampo finished drinking, "I drank it once in Datang before, but thought that it should be the last time, but I didn't expect that I could still drink it now."

"You seem to be quite comfortable." Di Renjie sipped in a sip.

Looking at Di Renjie, who was only twelve or thirteen years old, Songtsen Gampo sighed, "You have become the Shaoqing of Dali Temple at a young age and have a bright future."

"Your tone of speaking is becoming more and more like a Guanzhong person." Di Renjie sneered, "When you invaded the Hexi Corridor, did you think about today?"

"I thought about it, but I didn't expect it to come so quickly." Songtsen Gampo took another sip of strong wine.

"My heart is higher than the sky, and your life is thinner than paper." Di Renjie said, "My teacher told you that your story has been passed down in later generations. A tragic king, you are too eager and eager, your ambition cannot withstand your desires, you are too scared. There are many ways to coexist between countries, but you have chosen the most extreme one."

Songtsen Gampo looked at the bright moon outside the small window of the cell.

"Many times we feel that heroes do not ask where they are, their origins, their family backgrounds, and their connections. We will not find that they have not entered the upper class, but have fallen into the lower class. There are often only a few who can stand up from the rampant." Di Renjie said, "Sometimes the reality is cruel to make people live with their teeth broken, but my teacher said that the road is step by step. Even if they are confused, they should not live as orphans. The real heroes are those who bit their teeth and support a family. They would rather fall down again and again, and then stand up and live with a smile. This is also the vast majority of choices."

"You're drunk too much." Songtsen Gampo looked at Di Renjie.

"What do I do if I say so much to you?" Di Renjie smiled.

Also on that night, a group of inexplicable rangers in the temple beat him up and warned him to get out of Chang'an.

Bian Ji fell to the ground with pain all over his body, holding a handful of soil in his hand, and the anger and resentment in his heart were superimposed at an unsuccessful speed.

Sun Sheng, who had just finished beating Bian Ji outside the temple, said to the people around him, "Remember, if this Bian Ji did not leave Chang'an, he would destroy him first and then let him disappear in Chang'an forever."

"Yes!" Several rangers nodded.

I don’t know how this Bian Ji offended Gu Qing, but the short man knew in his heart that as long as Gu Qing wanted Bian Ji to die, he could die silently.

The next morning, it was still foggy. Tang Xuanzang brought his bags and a Bianji to Pushan County Housing. In front of Gu Qing's mansion, he said, "I am a monk Tang Xuanzang, come to visit Guxian Housing."

The servants at home hurried to inform Gu Qing. After washing up, Gu Qing walked to the door of the house and met Tang Xuanzang and Bian Ji. "What's the matter with the monk this time?"

"I am going to Luoyang this time, and I especially bring Bian Ji to apologize to Gu County Hou." Tang Xuanzang said.

The Bianji took a step forward, "Gu County Hou, what I have done in the past is not my monk's life, so please wait for Gu County Hou Yuanliang."

"Forgive me?" Gu Qing sneered, "Do you know where you offended me?"

Bian Ji bowed and didn't know how to speak, his eyes were cold.

Looking at the debate, Gu Qing said, "I am very straightforward in doing things. Whoever treats me well will treat him like a brother or sister. But if anyone offends me, whether it is dead or alive, each depends on his ability. I never believe in your Buddhist compassion. I only believe in my own heart. You can treat me as a devil who kills without blinking. When you are in the end, you will see whether you live or die or your ability."

Bian Ji looked down at the ground beneath his feet.

Tang Xuanzang sighed and asked Gu Qing again, "Actually, after returning to the Tang Dynasty, I have always had a question about Gu County Hou. I want to ask it clearly today."

"You ask." Gu Qing breathed the fresh air.

"Forgive me, I'm a prophet." Tang Xuanzang said, "Is Guxian Hou a prophet? I've inquired about many of the deeds of Guxian Hou. From a young man to Chang'an for a few years, I've been rich and just talking about business. The things that Guxian Hou made were unique in the Tang Dynasty. It may be a coincidence once or twice, but Guxian Hou was in a step-by-step manner, it seems that no step was wrong. I have to suspect that Guxian Hou's mind is not the mind of ordinary young people."

Looking at Tang Xuanzang, Gu Qing smiled coldly, "Tang Xuanzang, I admire you. You are the first person to say such words to me. I may know more and learn more than most people in the Tang Dynasty. I even know what the future will be like. I know even the one in the palace persuaded you to return to secular life and was rejected by you. I also know that you didn't want to come to Chang'an from the beginning, but went to Liaodong. And you also want Bianji to write the story of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty!"

After hearing these words, Tang Xuanzang stepped back and stared at Gu Qing with endless regrets in his eyes. Li Shimin did persuade him to return to secular life, but no one else was present when Li Shimin said this. It would not be surprising if Gu Qing knew about it, it might have been said by Li Shimin. However, Li Shimin was considering the Tang Dynasty.

The more Tang Xuanzang thought about the coldness of his whole body, his first destination to return to the Central Plains from the beginning was Liaodong, which had just finished the battle. He came to Chang'an due to the escort of Tubo, a record of the Western Regions of the Tang Dynasty! This was an idea that he had only had a few days ago. This idea had not been told to anyone, how could Gu Qing know?
Chapter completed!