In front of the entrance of the White Horse Temple.

Fang Xuan stood, and there was a little monk in front of the door.

"I want to see the abbot."

Fang Xuan clasped his hands together, and said slowly with a chuckle on the corner of his mouth.

Fang Xuan's words made the little monk stunned.

Immediately, he shook his head slightly.

"The abbot is inconvenient, if you want to offer incense, the little monk can take you to the Bodhisattva Treasure Hall."

Fang Xuan was not surprised by the little monk's reaction.

A demon-slaying pestle appeared in the palm of his hand.

"Trouble the little master to give this thing to Master Huijue."

"What is this?"

The little monk was surprised, how could he not recognize that this was a Buddhist magic weapon, but it seemed to be broken.

Fang Xuan's handsome face and the demon slaying pestle glanced back and forth a few times.

The little monk folded his hands and bowed, "Donor, please wait, the little monk is going to ask Uncle Huijue." ”

"Naturally, there is Master Lao."

Fang Xuan also saluted and said softly.

The little monk nodded, summoned another novice to entertain Fang Xuan, and hurriedly ran into the distance.

"Cat someone suddenly became a little curious, hey, if that little novice just now knew what Fang Xuan was doing in Tianqiao Guan, I don't know if he would be so polite to you."

The cat white monster laughed.

The little novice who led the way ahead was puzzled.

Tianqiao Pass? What did Tian Xianguan do? What is that.

He was very puzzled, but he didn't ask much and still led the way in front of him, serving Fang Xuan a cup of hot tea.

"Donor, the little monk has something to call for Wuming outside the door."

The little novice saluted.

After getting Fang Xuan's nod, he walked out of the guest hall, tilting his head with a thousand doubts in his heart.

What did the little civet mean.

He had only been walking out a few steps.

He saw Uncle Huijue coming from afar, as well as Senior Brother Wutong.

"Where's the benefactor?" Hui Jue spoke.

Hui Jue is about fifty years old, his eyes are big, his face is square, there is a kind of calmness, his skin is slightly yellow, he seems to be sunbathed all the year round, and he is wearing a red robe, like a monk who has attained Taoism as often said in the world.

"It's inside."

Wuming pointed to the guest hall and said.

Hearing this, Huijue nodded and strode towards the guest hall.

Seeing this, Wuming became more and more curious, who is that elegant sage?

How could Uncle Huijue be so anxious, this was the first time he had seen Uncle Huijue like this.

Can't figure it out, can't figure it out.

As he spoke, he asked Huijue to ask Wutong in the past, but when he saw that Wutong was also puzzled, he stopped thinking.

Huijue took three steps and two steps to the guest hall.

It was only as he approached that he slowed down and stepped into the temple.

In the hall, there was a young man sitting on the bench, his white clothes were clean and neat, his long hair was half tied up, and his sideburns and bangs seemed to be scattered randomly but had a different charm.

However, this is completely different in the eyes of Huijue.

His pupils constricted, and what he saw was a monstrous aura, as if he was staring at an ancient heavenly demon.

The strong blood qi seemed to be that this person had come out of the sea of corpses and blood.

This is partly due to the man's wearing of a small sword, and partly due to his own reasons.

See here.

Hui Jue's brows frowned slightly, and he quickly stretched out and walked into the main hall.

Fang Xuan heard footsteps and looked.

The cat's white eyes rolled for a moment, but it didn't make a sound.

"Poor monk Huijue, I don't know what to call the donor?" Hui Jue walked forward and made a Buddha salute.

Fang Xuan got up and arched his hand slightly, and replied with a gentle smile, "Master Huijue can call me Fang Xuan." ”

"Master Fang."

Hui Jue is also a return gift.

Immediately, he motioned to Fang Xuan, "Master Fang, please take a seat." ”

"Master Huijue also sits."

After both of them sat down, Hui Jue immediately spoke, "I don't know how Master Fang got this demon pestle." ”

With that, Huijue placed the demon pestle on the table.

"From the hands of a prince of Tianluo Palace."

"I see." Hui Jue bowed his head, he didn't seem to plan to dwell on this issue and spoke again, "Why did Master Fang bring it to the White Horse Temple?" ”

"I want to see the abbot."

Hui Jue was not surprised by this sentence.

Over the years, there were too many people who wanted to see the abbot, and they were all turned away from the temple.

"This demon pestle is a magic weapon carried by the abbot when he was young, but since this thing has been circulated, it means that it is no longer owned by the abbot, and the benefactor wants to use this to see the abbot, I'm afraid it will ...... I hope you will forgive me. ”

He said it very tactfully, and everyone knew what it meant.

If it is returned, Hui Jue is very happy, this magic weapon is flowing out of his hand, to be honest, he knows that the abbot likes this demon pestle very much, or has feelings.

But if he asked to see the abbot with this demon pestle, Huijue would not agree.

Not to mention him alone, there will be no monk in the entire White Horse Temple who will agree.

The abbot needs to be quiet and not to be disturbed.

Fang Xuan smiled.

He tapped his jade fan on the table, pointing at the demon pestle.

"The rumor of the demon subjugation pestle is caused by a joke from Master Huijue, is it true?"

Huijue's face was shocked.

There was disbelief on his face.

Only he and the abbot knew about this matter, how did Fang Xuan know?!

At this moment, Huijue was a little surprised.

His eyes flickered, staring at the smiling, harmless and elegant man in front of him.

"That's right, how did you know about this, Master Fang?"

Fang Xuan smiled.

The Huijue in front of him was none other than the little novice who was cleaning fifty years ago.

It was he who gave Jichen the idea of sending the demon pestle out, just because of one of his children's words.

"Huijue doesn't need to stop him, bring him to see me."

Just when Huijue wanted to know the answer, an old voice echoed in his mind, with endless vicissitudes in the old age, and the breath continued.

Hui Jue was shocked.

He looked at Fang Xuan, who didn't answer the words, and took a deep breath.

"Master Fang, the abbot is invited." Hui Jue saluted, and stood up behind him to take Fang Xuan to see the abbot.

"I'm tired."

Fang Xuan stood up and pulled down his cuffs.

Seeing that Fang Xuangu had no waves, his expression was calm and leisurely.

Hui Jue's brows furrowed, this person was full of strangeness, this was the first time he had felt like this for a young man.

Wutong on the side was already frozen.

This......

For 5,300 years, this is the first time the abbot has seen a guest!

How many gods existed, how many big people asked to see in the White Horse Temple in vain, and now a young wise man can actually see the abbot.

"Is the sky going to fall?" Wutong intuitively felt that the world was spinning.

If this is known to the outside world, it will surely shake the heavens.

Wu Ming, who was probing his brain outside, also noticed Huijue's move of taking Fang Xuan to the abbot's meditation room, and his face was shocked.

No way......

Only soon he shrunk his neck.

Hui Jue glared at him.

Goming stuck out his tongue, and the cat got up and ran away.

The high tower of the White Horse Temple is spacious, like an empty hall.

In this layer there is only one hundred zhang Buddha statue, the Buddha is dignified, presents a sleeping posture, is a sleeping Buddha, behind the Buddha statue is a room, as for the four walls on both sides are stairs leading directly to the top.

Faintly, you can hear the sound of wooden fish tapping, and you can hear the sound of concentrating chanting coming from above.

Maobai is very quiet, it is staring at the layers above its head, there is a Buddha on each floor, and there is a meditation room behind the Buddha.

"Master Fang, you go over there, open the door and you can see the abbot." Huijue pointed to the meditation room behind the Buddha and said softly.

After entering the tower, his steps were noticeably lighter.

Even Wutong, who followed behind, was the same.

"Master Fang, you can go and see it alone, this white tiger demon can't."

Huijue nodded.

The abbot only saw one person, but the cat was white.

Surprisingly, this Huijue actually knew the true body of Mao Bai.

"I guess it was said by a bald donkey in secret." Mao Bai glanced at the direction of the top of the tower.

Fang Xuan bowed, "You wait for me here." ”

Maobai jumped down and stood up like a human, "Go early and return early." ”

It waved its cat's claws and urged Fang Xuan to hurry up.

After staying in this temple for a long time, Mao Bai was uncomfortable, and wanted to go back early, he always felt that there were a lot of eyes staring at it, and in the end, what made it most uneasy was that this was the White Horse Temple.

The White Horse Temple can be said to be one of the most dangerous places in the world, the wolf looks at the tiger, compared to the current Great Qin, it is a place of right and wrong that will burn at any time.

It is not an exaggeration to say that the White Horse Temple is a strange forbidden place in the world.

"Squeak."

Fang Xuan stood in front of the meditation room and did not hesitate to push the door in.

A breath of vicissitudes and decay hit the face, if the years are flavorful, it is like this......

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