Day 3.

The plain where the White Horse Temple is located has figures in all directions.

That's a monk.

They come from the big clans, they are also from the Divine Dynasty, and there are inhuman beings, demons, spirits, and demons, all of whom have the same purpose, to go to the White Horse Temple.

"Don't let any of them go, so that any of them can't take the relics."

Someone said coldly, indescribably ruthless and cold-blooded.

These people didn't get close to the White Horse Temple, just stood 100,000 miles away, waiting quietly.

The old monk was going to die.

All the creatures who came here received the news.

The abnormal movement of the White Horse Temple has made the silent ancient clans, holy places, and families ready to move.

They slaughtered the departed and ignored the land.

this day.

The Buddha of the high tower of the White Horse Temple is magnificent, and some Buddhist monks are angry, rushing out of the temple to kill those innocent creatures who kill indiscriminately.

There were ascetic arhats who roared and overturned 100,000 mountains.

"My White Horse Temple is dying but has never died, and any thief who disturbs the purity should die."

The Buddha was furious.

He no longer has a pure heart and few desires.

All this was seen by the creatures of the four directions, who retreated, gazing at the land farther away.

Their eyes were cold, but they didn't flinch despite the cold.

This place will soon be destroyed, and no one will survive and will be turned into purgatory.

No one in the White Horse village group went out anymore, they didn't want to go out, they didn't want to go out, they waited quietly for death to come.

The peace of the past is gone.

There is no sound of hawkers shouting, children's laughter, women talking and laughing, and no sound of falling children in the shade of trees.

Bang......

The sky is not beautiful, and the dark clouds cover the sun.

It was drizzling, raindrops were falling on every inch of the world, it was the last rain of summer, and the temperature was getting cooler.

There was a boom, thunder, and white light flashed among the clouds.

White Horse Temple, the entrance of the guest wing.

A bench was placed, and a gentle man sat on it.

Fang Xuan stretched out his hand to pick up the rain falling from the eaves, and the water slid down from his palm.

His lips and teeth moved slightly, and he muttered a man's name.

One floor of the tower.

In that quiet meditation room, Jichen sat on a futon.

He leaned back slightly, as if looking at the door, and through the door he saw the scenery outside the door.

"Having lived eight thousand three hundred and twenty years, my time is up."

The sound of old age swayed in the room.

There was brilliance circulating in the cloudy eyes, there were thousands of emotions, and finally turned into a touch of worry.

The White Horse Temple has many disasters and difficulties, if we can survive this time......

There were figures in his eyes, it was the living monks of the White Horse Temple, there were people of the older generation, and there were Huijue...... There are others as well.

…… Huijue ...... In the future, the White Horse Temple will be handed over to you.

One by one, the monks came to mind, the corners of his lips slightly raised, and there was a warm smile.

The figure's lowered hands slowly lifted, and their hands were put together.

"I am compassionate."

The sound rang out in the room, rippling and rippling.

Moment!

The dust turned into brilliance and sat down.

There was no one in the meditation room, only an empty room with a demon-slaying pestle on the futon.

Outside the guest room.

A drop of rain fell along the eaves and onto Fang Xuan's palm.

The droplets of water shattered in his palm, and Fang Xuan watched this scene.

"Master Fang will ask you next." A voice rang out in my ears.

Fang Xuan twisted his neck to look at the tower.

He nodded slightly in that direction, in response, and in farewell.

"He's gone."

A faint voice sounded from Fang Xuan's mouth, and Mao Bai was puzzled.

Suddenly, Mao Bai understood the meaning of this sentence.

It looked at the tower, its eyes narrowing.

Huijue recited the ancient scriptures and moved the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Whoa......

The thread of the Buddha bead was broken, the bead landed with a crisp sound and a bouncing sound, and the foreground of Huijue's eyes was blurred, and tears covered his eyes.

"Abbot!"

"Abbot!"

The monks of the White Horse Temple sensed it, and their bodies trembled.

A desolation, a pain spread throughout the temple......

The White Horse Temple rushed up to the pillar of light.

At this moment.

No matter how far away the creatures are, they all see it, and the existence hundreds of millions of miles away has opened their eyes, and the cold light appears!

The pillar of light went straight to the Nine Heavens, turning into a little bit of golden light, a piece of Buddha radiance.

Specks of golden light sprinkled on the world.

"My name is Wang Seng Xian, thanks to the teacher, the Tao is dusty."

A faint voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Just like remembering the last days of the world, a kind of peace, a kind of peace, a short sentence represents his life, and there is no need to say anything else.

This moment.

The sound spread for hundreds of millions of miles, spreading throughout the heavens.

The golden light fell on the White Horse Temple, on the village group, and on the people through the building.

"Abbot!"

Countless people cried out.

In the end, Jichen was still helping them, and just his mana, his lifelong cultivation, turned into a rain of golden light and fell on their bodies, removing all kinds of diseases for them, healing their injuries, stabilizing the Dao foundation, and making the newborn stronger.

"I hate, I hate the world, I hate the damn big guys." There were old people shouting, tearing their hearts out.

They have been under the protection of Jichen all their lives, although they have never seen Jichen, but they remember this kindness.

The monks cannot grieve at this moment.

They stood up from the futon.

"Here they are."

Boom Boom!!

There is a terrifying aura in the four directions of the world, that is the holy might, that is the birth of the demon, that is the great demon coming to the world.

The chaotic air swirls and brings a merciless and icy cold wind to this piece of heaven and earth.

All the beings who are high up in the world are in this world!

They opened and closed their eyes, got up and stride, and took a step of hundreds of millions of miles, their bodies overflowing with chaos and power, and they looked at the world.

There is a golden light between heaven and earth, which is the legendary golden avenue, which traverses the vast earth of the world from the end of heaven and earth on this side to the end of heaven and earth on the other side.

"Remember, you're finally dead."

"In order to wait for you, I will stop the blood gate for 3,000 years and wait until you die, hehehe."

"Three thousand years ago, the holy spirit of our people died in front of the White Horse Temple, and today the White Horse Temple is washed in blood, and the prestige of our clan is returned!"

"The fall of the strongest man in the world is sad and lamentable."

The macro sound is immense.

The world does not know who is speaking, but it can only hear voices coming from all directions.

This is a great man who is higher than the gods in the dialogue, the myth of the monasticism is whispering, and the voice of the Tao is like the voice of the heavenly sound.

In the four directions where the White Horse Temple is located, those creatures who are afraid of the dust and taken in the power of the White Horse Temple have moved again.

One by one, the figures of living beings walked towards the White Horse Temple.

They were approaching the White Horse Temple.

Jichen died, and they were no longer afraid.

"I am compassionate."

A sentient Buddha voice swayed, thousands of Buddha monks chanted.

Countless pillars of light rose to the sky, each light represented a Buddha, the real shadow of ten thousand Buddhas, and the Arhats and Bodhisattvas were all in it.

"Today's Buddha is enlightened, and he is no longer compassionate."

Suddenly, the Buddha's compassion color disappeared, and it was replaced by angry eyes.

Buddha Vajra, one after another light rushed to all directions, indiscriminately suppressing every inch of corners.

It was the Buddha who made a mudra and sacrificed his own magic weapon, which was extremely powerful, and killed endless cultivators and living beings in an instant.

"Hey, Jichen is dead, what's the use of a bunch of little Buddha heads."

A sneer bloomed in heaven and earth.

The Buddha's light shattered, and this laughter shook the Buddha's killing machine, and it was extremely strong.

"I won't die, and the White Horse Temple won't die."

The Buddha was roaring, coming out of the tower.

One by one, the figures of the monks rushed out of the tower, their golden light shining and pushing their arms horizontally, as if pushing the millstone of the world, towards the heavenly dome......

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