"The breath of Buddha?" The emperor looked at Xuanzang. He knew that Xuanzang could not lie, but ye Chen looked like an ordinary person. How could he have the smell of Buddha?

"Yes, I have studied Buddhism for many years. I have seen many eminent monks who have gained enlightenment in several Dharma discussions, but none of the eminent monks I have seen in my life have the breath of benefactor Ye."

"This breath is invisible to ordinary people. Only those who have been immersed in Buddhism all year round can have a trace of perception. Just now, the poor monk saw the breath of Buddha in the eyes of benefactor Ye."

"I don't know why this vision appears on benefactor ye, but it can be regarded as the Buddha's instruction to me."

"Besides, the poor monk's comments on benefactor Ye just now are not empty words. Benefactor Ye's mind is much higher than ordinary people, and his character is not bad. The poor monk is quite satisfied with benefactor Ye."

"In that case, it's all up to master Xuanzang. I'm no ordinary person. I can only try my best to support the Scriptures, but it's up to the master to decide who to choose to travel west."

"I thank your majesty." Tang Monk finished, put his hands together, sang the Buddha's name again, and then walked out of the hall.

On the other side, ye Chen followed Wei Zheng to the important place in the Palace - outside the arsenal. Wei Zheng ordered the guards to open the door of the Arsenal and took Ye Chen into it.

"General ye, please choose at will. General ye can use all the weapons in the arsenal. Although these weapons are all ordinary, they are extremely sharp. They should be more than enough to deal with ordinary demons."

Wei Zheng made an "please" gesture at the door and motioned Ye Chen to go in, but he didn't enter. When ye Chen saw that Wei Zheng didn't want to go in, he had to go in by himself.

After entering the arsenal, ye Chen immediately felt that there seemed to be a golden sound in his ear, which was the buzzing of countless mortal top weapons.

But what follows is a feeling of cutting the skin with a knife. Ye Chen feels that there are countless blades across you. Although this feeling is not a real touch, it also makes Ye Chen feel some pain.

"The Arsenal in the imperial palace is really powerful. Although the swords in it are still mortal, they seem to have a spirit. They even give such a warning when someone enters."

Ye Chen doesn't care about his feelings. He knows that these feelings can't cause any substantive damage to himself, so he goes straight into the arsenal.

As he walked, he wanted to pick out a weapon he was satisfied with, but after walking for a long time, ye Chen didn't see a satisfactory weapon.

"It's really difficult to choose weapons. No wonder the monkey king wasted so much time in the Dragon Palace." Ye Chen thought in his heart and walked slowly to the innermost part of the arsenal.

He looked at the axes, axes, hooks and forks around him and tried one or two weapons, but these weapons were either heavy or difficult to use. Anyway, none of them was satisfactory to Ye Chen.

Just then, Yu Guang of Lin Tian seemed to see a flash of light in the deepest part of the arsenal. He turned his head and found that there was nothing there.

Ye Chen put down his weapons and went to the deepest part of the arsenal. There were no other weapons here. Only a dusty sword stood alone on the ground.

Ye Chen picked up the sword, but suddenly felt that there seemed to be some sounds around him. He listened carefully and found that the sound was like dragon singing