"It's out!"

Wutong and Wuming shouted.

The closed door of the meditation room opened, and Fang Xuan's figure walked out.

Maobai's spirit was shocked, and he breathed a sigh of relief, it was time to go back, and he was finally going to leave this fateful place.

Fang Xuan walked out of the meditation room.

The ancient Zen door slowly closed in Fang Xuan's hands.

The scene in the door becomes narrow, the scene in the room is as usual, the statue of the immovable king who looks at the door, the statue of the four Arhats, and the meditation room.

And the quiet old man sitting in front of the Buddha.

Creak......

The voice representing the years is reflected on the door.

"Take care."

Fang Xuantian said lightly and nodded at the person in the door.

At that last moment, there was only a trace of the gap between the two doors, and Fang Xuan said this.

The door slammed shut.

Fang Xuan turned around, and three people and one cat walked in front of him.

"Let's go back." The cat made a white sound.

And at this time, Huijue also spoke.

He folded his hands together and saluted Fang Xuan respectfully, "Master Fang, what do you command?" ”

Hearing this, Mao Bai was stunned.

"Forehead ......"

The corners of the cat's white mouth twitched.

An ominous feeling swept through the body.

"Take out all the spiritual sources of the White Horse Temple, as well as the Buddha's hair pen." Fang Xuan's calm voice sounded.

Huijue nodded.

He turned around and went to do it.

As early as leaving, he heard the abbot's instructions to them to obey Fang Xuan unconditionally.

This made them very confused, but they didn't ask much, they just wanted to ask, and the abbot didn't speak.

Maobai rubbed his head desperately, and let out a miserable scream, "Ah! ”

It rolls all over the ground.

After that, he jumped up and looked at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan, you don't plan to leave right away?"

"I'm going to stay for a few days." Fang Xuan said with a smile.

Mao Bai rolled his eyes directly and fainted.

It's Buddha.

This person really drills wherever he is in danger.

"Then I'll go back first." The cat did not hold his mouth, his face was ugly, he stood up like a human, and walked away with his steps.

Cat someone doesn't want to find death.

On the other side, Wutong and Wuming looked at each other.

They scratched their bald heads, looking dazed.

What's going on?

"What did you say to the abbot?"

Wuming blushed, and couldn't help but ask curiously in his heart.

Wu Ming didn't dare to ask if he was someone else, but Fang Xuan seemed to be very easy to get along with, he had a child's heart attack, and he really couldn't help it.

"Nothing."

Fang Xuan smiled.

He didn't say what he was saying, and stepped out of the tower.

There was a chuckle in his heart.

He agreed to Jichen's request, for no other reason, just because he was a person and had the ability to help Jichen.

Perhaps, also because this person is a dust.

5,000 years of perseverance.

Fang Xuan felt that he shouldn't be a bubble at the last moment.

Time is slipping out.

Everything is normal at the White Horse Temple, but if you look closely, you will find out.

Behind this calm is a depression, a sadness, an unspeakable heaviness.

On the day Fang Xuan arrived, another day passed after that.

In two days, some young monks in the White Horse Temple found that the uncles and ancestors who usually disappeared appeared, and those monks of the older generation were walking around.

They are inscribed with the Great Dao text, they are moving the Dharma utensils and placing them in some positions, and there are also people who are knocking on wooden fish, reciting Buddhist scriptures every day and night.

The entire temple monks were busy.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the meditation room where the abbot is located, just like the silence of the present, quiet and peaceful.

"Abbot, he ......" Hui Jue couldn't help but ask Fang Xuan a question during this time, but this question made him want to stop talking.

"The White Horse Temple will survive."

Fang Xuan didn't answer, just said this.

Time.

Huijue couldn't stand still, he felt that the ground was shaking, and the sky was about to turn over.

How could it be......

The last thing you want to happen is going to happen.

"Will the White Horse Temple survive?" Huijue whispered.

He didn't say anything, he had firmness in his eyes.

He looked at Fang Xuan, "I'm going to send some people out, they're still young." ”

Huijue wants to send Wutong and Wuming out of their juniors, he wants to live and die with the White Horse Temple, but these juniors are still young and should not bear this.

Maybe it's time to let them be vulgar.

Huijue thought in his heart.

Only then will there be life.

The remnants of the White Horse Temple, no one will let them survive, and in the end there will only be one possibility, hiding in the shadows and living a dark day of being hunted down.

"Don't do it." Fang Xuan stopped.

The decline of the White Horse Temple is an ironclad fact.

For 5,300 years, countless pairs of eyes have been watching the White Horse Temple.

If it was the White Horse Temple, the holy land of Buddhism, it still had the ability to transport people away without knowing it, but now there is no hope.

Now send people out.

Those people will be stopped halfway through, and there is only one fate to face.

The hope sent out, they will face only despair, which will harm them.

"The people of the village." Huijue thought of the villages attached to the White Horse Temple, and those people should not be buried here with the White Horse Temple.

"Master Huijue, go and dismiss them."

"Okay."

Huijue nodded and sighed slightly.

His heart was extremely depressed.

Without saying anything, he turned around and went on with his business.

Fang Xuan looked at his back and shook his head slightly.

He picked up his pen and traced again.

The pen in his hand has changed, and it has been replaced by a golden brush, which is a brush made of the hair of the true Buddha before he became a monk, and it is a real Buddhist holy relic.

In the past two days, even those ignorant little novices have realized that something is wrong.

"Are we coming to the end?"

The eccentric Enlightenment is sentimental.

It's strange that this little guy is not a little afraid, some are sad, he is sad that the White Horse Temple is going to disappear into history, as for being afraid, he didn't think about it, because he was with his senior brother and master.

Wutong didn't know how to answer, he looked at the White Horse Temple blankly and was a little confused.

Most of the younger generations of the White Horse Temple are like this.

Only the older monks have always been firm in their actions and doing their own things.

Under the tower.

Fang Xuan picked up the pen and wrote something on the tower, and a chirping sound sounded around him from time to time, it was Mao Bai moaning innocently over there.

Sketching the last stroke, Fang Xuan looked at Mao Bai with a smile.

"Didn't you say you wanted to go?"

"Cat, someone's not walking."

Mao Bai stood up like a human and took two steps, his paws still holding his elbow and gnawing on the sauce he didn't know where he got it.

It rolled its eyes, "Cat someone is confused to follow you because you taught me the Styx Blood Finger, Fang Xuan, let me tell you, if it really comes to that time, you don't stay here and follow me." ”

"The cat donor is right."

Hui Jue walked over and said with a smile.

He heard Mao Bai's voice, or Mao Bai didn't taboo him, there was a reason for deliberately saying it, and Hui Jue didn't mind when he heard it.

"We have done everything you commanded, I see you... It seems that it is okay to do it, so let's hurry down the mountain while we have time now. ”

Huijue said.

"I'll go, just not now."

Fang Xuan's refusal made Huijue grateful, and it also made the cat go crazy.

Hui Jue bowed deeply to Fang Xuan and bowed.

"The monks of the White Horse Temple keep in mind the kindness of Lord Fang."

He continued to do his own thing.

In fact, he has nothing else to do, the only thing he can do is to chant the Buddha and pray for the White Horse Temple to tide over the difficulties.

Hui Jue came to the second floor of the tower.

It's just that he didn't bother to knock on the wooden fish.

"There are people in the villages below the mountain who don't want to leave." Huijue looked down the mountain.

At this moment, his Buddha's mind was disturbed.

Many people in the villages below the mountain are reluctant to leave, they want to stay here and die, most of them are elderly, and some are middle-aged.

This is the land where they were born, and this is the shelter of the White Horse Temple.

"The White Horse Temple blesses us mortals, and now that the White Horse Temple is in great trouble, we are useless but hope to do something for the White Horse Temple.

The Buddha said that killing is only karmic.

We died here, at the hands of the great enemy of the White Horse Temple, which is to avenge the White Horse Temple in disguise. ”

"Doesn't the ascetic often curse his opponents with blood? If that day comes, I will curse the great enemy of the White Horse Temple with my blood. ”

The people from the village of White Horse Temple said this, jokingly.

It's just that this seemingly joking tone doesn't make people happy, the mortals here have their own ideas, and the warriors also have the warriors' own thoughts, they may be weak, but they know the enmity and hatred, dare to love and hate.

Those who stay may not know what they are facing, they may know.

These are unknown, but one thing is certain that they just want to use their own strength to do their best, even the ethereal statement......

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