Fang Xuan opened the meditation room.

Creak......

It seems that the door has not been opened for too long, and the door is a little old, and the door is open.

Soon there was another creak, and the door was shut.

Maobai looked regretful, it didn't see the scene in the meditation room, and there was a force that hindered it.

Hui Jue stood silent for a long time.

What does it mean that the abbot has not seen a guest all year round, but now he sees a guest?

He looked to the side.

Wuming probed his brain there again, making him cry and laugh.

"Come over if you want to see it." Hui Jue spoke.

Enlightenment is a joy.

He immediately ran to it, staring at the closed door.

"The ...... Donor, he went in? ”

"Hmm."

Huijue nodded slightly.

At this moment, Wu Ming pulled down Hui Jue and said.

"Uncle Huijue, Master Fang has a relationship with Tianxian Guan and Tianqiao Guan, and the little fat cat said it before."

"Idle, skillful?"

Hui Jue was shocked again.

These two place names Wuming didn't know, but he did.

It was the name of the border city of a powerful dynasty hundreds of millions of miles away.

Great Qin Dynasty!

The name of this dynasty, the imperial dynasty that has been passed down for millions of years, has spread its reputation all over the heavens.

And if Huijue remembers correctly, this dynasty is now at war with multiple Taoist systems, and the war has stretched for hundreds of millions of miles......

"It's him!"

Hui Jue thought of someone, someone he had heard about when he had been out recently.

He's the wielder of the Drought Sword?!

Moment.

Many things were figured out by him, the strong bloody aura on Fang Xuan's body, and the heavenly demonic aura.

Huijue looked up at the upper floor of the tower and looked at the meditation rooms.

"He's the wielder of the Dry Sword...... "This is the person who told Fang Xuan's information to the White Horse Temple.

There was a sound from above.

"Huijue, we just have to do what the abbot decides."

"Don't think about it, the abbot will be fine."

"The abbot in this world is unbeatable."

……

There were voices coming out of the thousand-story tower, calm and calm.

This is the monk of the White Horse Temple, or the disciple of the dust, or the disciple grandson, all of whom have been ignited by the dust.

"I am compassionate."

There is a Buddha sound in the tower.

Faintly, the monks can be seen clasping their hands together and chanting reverently.

Meanwhile.

In that meditation room, wisps of chaotic Buddha qi fluttering, there is the sound of Buddha chanting in the echo, there are four Arhat statues placed around, in the middle of a statue of the immovable Ming King sitting, the eyes of the Buddha statues are looking at the door, making people's hearts palpitate, as if the Buddha is watching.

In front of the statue of King Fudo Ming, there is an old monk.

His clothes are old, stained with the dust of time, and the clothes seem to be a little wide, draped on the old monk's body, this is not that the clothes are small, but the owner of the clothes is thin and old.

The old monk sat motionless on the futon in the twilight.

In front of him there was a futon, with a little dust on it, and it seemed that no one had sat on it for many years.

Fang Xuan smiled lightly.

He didn't care about the dust, and just sat down and sat cross-legged.

Jichen stayed in the meditation room for many years, and he stopped seeing visitors fifty years ago, even the monks in the temple.

"Why do you want to see me?" After Fang Xuan sat down, Ji Chen's voice sounded.

Ji Chen was half on his back, a pair of cloudy eyes appeared in front of Fang Xuan, and there was a face that was extremely old, with wrinkled skin and deep eye sockets, looking like he was about to die.

Looking at the details of his face, it can be imagined that he must have been a delicate person when he was young, and he had the type of dimples when he smiled.

"I just want to see you, do you believe it?"

Fang Xuan said with a smile.

There was a slight sparkle in the cloudy eyes, and I couldn't explain it clearly.

Ji Chen looked at Fang Xuan.

Half a cup of tea time passed.

Jichen finally spoke again, and his lips and teeth moved slightly and said something that many people didn't expect, "How long do you think I have to live." ”

There was no look of surprise on Fang Xuan's face, not surprised why Jichen would ask him this question.

He has the problem of groaning, thinking about dust.

"Less than three days."

Fang Xuan thought for a few breaths and opened his mouth to answer.

Jichen nodded.

He actually confirmed the statement that Fang Xuan had spoken in less than three days, revealing the fact that he was about to die.

The old voice sounded in the meditation room again, "Can the White Horse Temple survive in your opinion?" ”

"No, the destruction of the White Horse Temple is a foregone conclusion." Fang Xuan shook his head, there was a sigh in his words, he was sad for the White Horse Temple, and he was sorry for this ancient force for drowning the long river of history.

"Can you show me an old friend?"

Jichen spoke again.

Fang Xuan understood what the old friend in Ji Chen's words was.

The broken demon-slaying pestle appeared in his hand, and in an instant, the demon-slaying pestle flew towards Jichen on its own.

This Buddhist weapon has the light of the Buddha circulating, and it is actually repairing itself, turning in the palm of Ji Chen, and it seems to have new vitality in its hands.

"A broken Buddhist soldier can be restored, but the White Horse Temple, which has been passed down through the ages, can't."

Ji Chen seemed to be responding to Fang Xuan's last sentence, and it was also like talking to himself, rubbing the demon pestle.

Fang Xuan looked at Ji Chen, staring at this paranoid man who had lived for thousands of years.

His eyes are deep.

Suddenly, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, and it was a look of wisdom.

"What future do you see?"

Hearing this, Ji Chen's half-upturned face slowly raised.

He looked at Fang Xuan.

After three breaths.

His voice rang out, "I saw a man seven days ago, he is very young, he will come to see me. ”

There is a glorious flow in the eyes of the dust, which is the color of the years and the symbol of time.

“…… That man looks like a demon, but he is a man. ”

Hear that.

Fang Xuan said in his heart, sure enough.

Ji Chen's performance was too strange, and his questioning of Fang Xuan revealed weirdness.

It was as if he knew the person, knew the specialness of the person, knew the 'stranger', and asked him some special questions.

And this performance made Fang Xuan understand that Jichen saw the future again.

Why did Fang Xuan think that Jichen was expected to become the fourth true Buddha?

It's because of the understanding and talent of the dust......

There is also a little bit of memorization in it, he can see the future, and at certain moments and times he can see a part of the future.

This special aspect was not the determining factor for him to become the Fourth True Buddha, but it embellished him personally.

Foresee the future.

Many people in this world will, as long as they use special means, they can predict the vague danger.

And there is a kind of person, they are Heavenly Immortal Masters, who can exchange some price for the future vision, this is a group of beings who have been in contact with 'time' and 'years' recently.

If it is said that there is a saying that the future is predicted, there is a saying of innate and acquired.

Then the Heavenly Machine Immortal Master is acquired, and they predict the future through special means.

Remembering dust is innate!

In the observation of endless years, like Ji Chen, Fang Xuan had seen three.

This kind of ability can't be controlled by itself, and it will only appear occasionally, as if it was recorded by the spirit stone.

"I saw a corner of the future, the White Horse Temple was besieged, and the lives were devastated, but ......"

Ji Chen's voice was very soft, old and weak.

He looked at Fang Xuan.

"I saw hope, a glimmer of life in the White Horse Temple."

"What do you want to say?" Fang Xuan spoke.

Jichen, who had not moved for 5,000 years, stood up, he was like a living fossil, and dust fell from his body.

He walks around.

Walk towards Fang Xuan.

The footsteps were slow, and the corners of the robe dragged on the ground.

Ji Chen walked in front of Fang Xuan.

His knees under his robe slowly bent, and he knelt in front of Fang Xuan, this invincible heaven, the old man who had killed the four-eyed ancient clan holy spirit with one palm, and who had guarded the White Horse Temple for five thousand three hundred years, knelt down.

The dry palm of the hand supports the ground, and the forehead touches the bottom.

"I have a request, please take refuge in the White Horse Temple for ten days." ……

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