Datang broom star

She hurriedly saluted and looked back, probably worried that Xuanzang would run away.

There was a sound of ping-pong-pong inside, and then the old woman came out with a bowl of water.

The bowl was very dirty and not very clean.

Xuanzang took it with both hands, drank it slowly, and said with a smile, "Gantian, thank you Tanyue."

The old woman took the bowl and suddenly slapped her forehead, "Master, can you show it to the child?"

Xuanzang asked in surprise, "What child? Wait for the poor monk to see."

The old woman went in, and came out later with heavy steps, but she was holding a three or four-year-old child.

The old woman raised her head and said expectantly: "Master, look at this child...is it possible to save it?"

"Amitabha."

Xuanzang took the child and looked at it carefully.

The child looked foolishly, and his eyes couldn't see any sparkle.

The old woman murmured: "Last month I went out to beg, and when I came back, I found this child at the door of the house. It's a fool... I would call you a mother. I didn't want to pick it up, but I was worried that he was sick or frozen to death. I couldn't bear it, so I took him home, but this child will be called mother! Mage, do you think it is possible to save him?"

Xuanzang was watching with a serious expression.

Jia Ping'an felt that he might not be so serious when translating the scriptures.

"He's not stupid."

Xuanzang said seriously.

The old woman rejoiced, "You really aren't stupid?"

Xuanzang nodded, "He knows how to call mother, so he's not stupid. And the poor monk came here suddenly today, so it can be seen that he has a predestined relationship with him. Tanyue is willing to part with him...The poor monk took him back."

The old woman happily said: "Okay! I am worried that my family will not live for a few years, what will happen to the child then, thank you Master, thank you Master."

"Amitabha."

Xuanzang turned around and sent the child into the carriage.

This is a special trip.

Xuanzang only had those scriptures in his heart, and he wished he could use one day as two days to try his best to translate those scriptures and pass them on to the Tang Dynasty.

So where does he have the leisure and elegance to play?

Jia Pingan ordered: "Bao Dong."

Bao Dong stepped forward, first saluted Xuan Zang, his eyes were full of reverence.

"Ask her, that's all, I'll go by myself."

Jia Pingan stepped forward, "Grandma, do you live alone?"

The old woman nodded, "The whole family is gone, only slaves are left alive."

"Why doesn't grandma go to the nursing home?"

Earlier, all parties paid for the establishment of nursing homes for the adoption of orphans.

"The Nursing Home..."

The old woman was dejected, and then laughed again: "My family has hands and feet, so they can live!"

Jia Pingan said with a smile: "But those people are not willing to accept?"

The old woman shook her head and refused to say any more.

Jia Pingan took a deep breath, "Grandma, the mage is here! Just talk."

Xuanzang nodded, "This is Marquis Wuyang, he can help you."

Only then did the old woman say: "The slaves went there last year, and they refused to accept it, saying they had no money."

Jia Pingan smiled and said, "If you can go in, would Grandma be willing?"

The old woman nodded, "I wish I could!"

Xuanzang nodded to him, "This is very good."

Jia Pingan sent Xuanzang to the car and asked, "Master came here for them, why?"

What drove Xuanzang, who devoted himself to translating scriptures, to leave the Daci'en Temple?

Is it compassion?

Xuanzang looked at the child with a smile, "The poor monk just can't bear it."

……

Then Jia Ping'an went to the Nursing Home.

"I've seen Marquis Wuyang."

The officials bowed their hands.

Jia Ping went straight in.

"How many orphans are there at present?"

Lin Zheng, the leading official, smiled and said, "There are more than 180 people now."

Jia Pingan glanced at him, and then checked room by room.

After checking the back, there are 130 people.

Lin Zheng said with a smile: "Those people go out to play, and some go to visit friends."

Jia Pingan asked, "How long will you be back?"

Lin Zheng said, "It's afternoon."

Jia Ping squinted at him, "Bao Dong, block the nursing home."

Bao Dong asked people to go back and report the letter, and then the nursing home allowed them to enter but not to leave.

"What does Marquis Wuyang mean by this?"