Chapter 98

White horse village group.

This is a village group formed by relying on the White Horse Temple.

It is said to be a village group, but its area is less than that of the imperial capital. It is vast and located in an unknown number of villages.

"Hee hee."

The children were playing among the villages.

Women weave coir raincoats, men work in agriculture, and some people row and fish. A net is spilled, and the fish jump between the nets. The fish tail swings and splashes, sparkling.

Everything looks so simple.

It is very different from the emperor of the Qin Dynasty. It is like the enlargement of Xiaohuai city. It can be seen that children laugh and the old man sits on the stone to tell the lost news, gathering children and young men.

On the road of Qingshiban, people dressed in various costumes also have different forms of cars pulled by cattle, horses and ancient animals.

There was a quiet and peaceful atmosphere under the noise.

"Eh!" a farmer raised his hoe, and suddenly he saw a handsome white tiger beast in the sky, with surprise and curiosity on his sweaty face.

Not only did he see the old people playing chess in the shade of pine trees, the children playing, and the vendors selling hot steamed stuffed buns. They all noticed the miraculous white tiger in the sky.

"What a handsome white tiger!"

A scholar looked up to the sky, shaded his hands, squinted and exclaimed.

There are also children jumping and pulling the sleeves of their elders.

For such a scene, they are not afraid, but more curious and confused.

The reason why they are not afraid is that this is a village group of white horse temple. Protected by the White Horse Temple, no one dares to make trouble.

"Roar!"

The cat and the tiger roared, and it fell from the sky.

Fang Xuan jumped down from cat Bai.

"I haven't eaten lunch yet. Go and have some." bursts of fragrance came from the entrance of the street. The smell of vegetables flowed through the tip of my nose, causing Fang Xuan's stomach desire.

"Oh."

The cat answered softly.

It hasn't changed back. It's still majestic. It's tall and powerful when walking.

Fang Xuan shook his head and smiled slightly at the cat's white fart.

Close to the restaurant, you can hear bursts of cries.

"Go and serve some wine to the guests by the window!"

"Waiter, I want a pot of warm wine and two liang of beef. Hahaha, I want to be extravagant today."

"OK, sir, wait a minute."

The dishes in the shop were delicious, four or five tables were empty, three little boys were busy inside, and the shopkeeper's abacus crackled.

"Ah!" a guest took a bite of noodles, looked up and jumped forward.

A tall white tiger appeared outside the door. Beside him was a young man, dressed in white, with a jade crown and half a bundle of hair. His sideburns were scattered at random, handsome and elegant.

"What does the fairy want to eat!"

The waiter hurried forward and said with a smile.

"Ten cages of steamed stuffed buns, one catty of beef, one salted duck, and a plate of green vegetables. What wine do you have?" Fang Xuan said some dish names and turned to the waiter.

"The wine brewed by our shopkeeper is unique in all parts of the country. What do you think, immortal?"

The waiter said with a thumbs up and a proud face.

He didn't lie, but it was true.

"Bring me a pot."

Fang Xuan smiled.

"OK!" the waiter pulled off the towel on his shoulder and wiped the nearest table. "Look at this fairy."

He is asking Fang Xuan if he is sitting in the.

"Right here." Fang Xuan smiled easily.

"OK, Xianchang, wait a minute. Our dishes will come up soon."

After the waiter said a word, he began to shout at his throat and shouted Fang Xuan's dishes towards the kitchen.

Fang Xuan looked at cat Bai around him and scanned his body. "Are you still like this?"

"Hey, it's a pity that cat will hide his majesty again."

The cat shook the tiger's head.

As he spoke, his body slowly became smaller, and his aura spread. In the blink of an eye, he turned into a fat orange cat.

It jumped onto the table by the door.

Soon the dishes came up. Xiao ER was stunned and found that the white tiger was missing and there was only a chubby cat.

White tiger, cat?

The waiter wondered, but didn't say much.

"This is the food given by the shopkeeper to the immortal, which is not included in the account." the waiter took out a plate of braised meat.

"Thank the shopkeeper for me."

Fang Xuan smiled.

Then he looked at the shopkeeper here and nodded at him.

The shopkeeper quickly waved his hand and immediately motioned the fairy to eat quickly. He always smiled on his face.

"The White Horse Temple village group is a kind of dilapidated wasteland," muttered cat Bai, sitting like a man, holding a piece of beef across his knees and putting it in his mouth.

In words, it looks around.

Fang Xuan poured a glass of wine and nodded slightly.

Most of the villages sheltered by the White Horse Temple are ordinary people or ordinary martial arts. These people gather slowly.

Apart from specific areas such as the great Qin Dynasty, the life of ordinary people is difficult. There are class reasons, the threat of external ferocious animals and birds, and the reasons of practitioners and demons who do not take human life seriously.

It's not so easy to live in this world.

Villages are a rare paradise.

It's just that this paradise changed many years ago.

In the past, there were monks here, but because the White Horse Temple gradually declined and there was a potential threat all the time, some monks left, leaving only these ordinary warriors and mortals.

The White Horse Temple has sheltered many people. It is not too much to say that it has raised a land and water.

Over the years, such wonders have been formed, ordinary pure land, peace and ease.

Cat Bai stared at the smiling busy people, the martial artists passing by the bluestone, and groups of children.

It sighed slightly and whispered, "it's a pity that it won't live long."

As soon as Jichen dies, not only the White Horse Temple will be buried with him, but also these people will die with him. There is no peace, but only human tragedy.

Fang Xuan took out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick barrel.

"If you really let them go, they won't go," whispered.

The cat looked sideways.

Instead of answering, he nibbled at a meat bag.

"Earthly things, I don't know why you like to eat or spiritual food is better."

Fang Xuan smiled.

He put up a piece of beef and chewed it in his mouth. "Every food has a hundred flavors and is born for eating, but spiritual food is not."

The cat rolled its eyes, grabbed another meat bag and continued to eat.

Half an hour later.

A table of food was eaten up.

Cat white used to pick his teeth and shake his tail. "It's not enough to eat. Why don't you cry any more?"

"It's time to go to the White Horse Temple." Fang Xuan shook his head and called the waiter to check out.

Put down the two white spirit stones.

Fang Xuan walked out.

The cat jumped up and pulled Fang Xuan's left shoulder with its front paw, hanging behind him.

"Give more, give more!" shouted the waiter in the back.

When he went out, Fang Xuan and Maobai had already disappeared on Qingshi road.

The waiter scratched his head and looked around at both ends of the street, "why didn't he see le for a while? He walked so fast."

The other side.

The cat hung white behind Fang Xuan, and its eyes stared at Fang Xuan's left ear.

What is more accurate is Fang Xuan's small gourd earrings.

Its eyes shake with the gourd, back and forth

Touch it? Touch it.

Cat white is thinking about this in his mind.

The kitten's claws couldn't resist the temptation after all. It wanted to touch it. The little gourd Earrings instinctively felt extraordinary.

"Is this benefactor coming to offer incense?"

Suddenly, a voice interrupted the cat's thoughts.

In front of its line of sight, a thousand storey high temple tower stands, surrounded by Buddha light, and bursts of Buddha sound come from it.

The Buddha halls around are next to the high towers. The temple is full of incense. Musk is hidden in the wind and floats far away. Wooden fish knock thousands of times, but they don't feel noisy.

There are monks reciting Buddhist scriptures in the Buddha Hall and tower.

At first glance, it doesn't look like a monk, but more like thousands of Buddhas, dignified and universal.

I don't know why.

After getting close to the temple, my heart was unconsciously calm and there was a kind of peace and tranquility.

A monk folded his hands and smiled kindly.

He is talking to Fang Xuan.

Here comes the White Horse Temple

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