Chapter 99

In front 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 put his hands together and said slowly with a smile in his mouth.

Fang Xuan's words stunned the little monk.

Immediately, he shook his head slightly.

"It's inconvenient for the abbot. Benefactor, if you want to offer incense, the little monk can take you to the Bodhisattva hall."

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

A demon subduing pestle appeared in his palm.

"Please give this to master huijue."

"What is this?"

Little monk was surprised. How could he not recognize that it was a Buddhist tool, but it seemed to be broken.

In Fang Xuan, Zhang Junyan looked back and forth with the demon subduing pestle.

I bow with my hands folded. "Please wait a moment, benefactor. I'm going to ask martial uncle huijue."

"Naturally, thank you, little master."

Fang Xuan was also polite and said softly.

The little monk nodded, called another Shami to entertain Fang Xuan, and hurried to the distance.

"Cat, someone is suddenly curious. Hey, if the little monk knew what Fang Xuan did in Tianqiao pass, I don't know if he would be so polite to you."

The cat smiled strangely.

The little monk leading the way was confused.

Tianqiao pass? What did tianxianguan do? What's that?

He was very confused, but didn't ask much. He still led the way and offered Fang Xuan a cup of hot tea.

"Benefactor, I'm just outside the door. I can call Wuming if I have something to do."

The little monk saluted.

After getting Fang Xuan's nod, he walked out of the guest hall and tilted his head. There were countless doubts in his heart.

What does that little civet mean.

Just before he walked out.

He saw martial uncle huijue and senior brother Wutong coming from afar.

"Where's the benefactor?" Hui felt aloud.

Hui Jue is about 50 years old. His eyes are divine, his ears are big, his face is square, he is calm, his skin is slightly yellow, he seems to be basking in the sun all year round, and he is wearing a red robe, which is like what people often call a Taoist monk.

"It's inside."

Wu Ming pointed to the guest hall and said.

Hearing the speech, Hui Jue nodded and strode to the guest hall.

Seeing this, Wu Ming became more and more curious. Who is that elegant sage?

It's the first time he has seen martial uncle huijue in such a hurry.

I can't figure it out. I can't figure it out.

Then he asked Wutong, who was huijue's past, but saw that Wutong was also confused, he stopped thinking.

Huijue went to the guest hall in three steps and two steps.

But as he approached, he slowed down and stepped into the hall.

In the hall, on the bench sat a young man, dressed in white and spotless. He took care of it neatly. His long hair was half tied, and his bangs on his temples seemed to be scattered at random, but they had a different charm. For the first time, he had an impact on people. He was a quiet and elegant sage.

However, this is completely different in huijue's eyes.

His pupils contracted and he saw the monstrous evil spirit, as if he were looking at an ancient demon.

The strong blood gas seemed as if the man had come out of the sea of blood.

This is partly due to the man wearing the sword, and partly due to his own reasons.

See here.

Hui Jue frowned slightly. He soon stretched out and walked into the hall.

Fang Xuan looked at the sound of footsteps.

The cat's white eyes rolled and did not make a sound.

"Poor monk huijue, I don't know what to call your benefactor?" huijue stepped forward and made a Buddha salute.

Fang Xuan got up, arched his hands slightly, smiled gently and replied, "master huijue can call us Fang Xuan."

"Benefactor Fang."

Hui Jue is also a gift in return.

Immediately he motioned to Fang Xuan, "please sit down, benefactor Fang."

"Master huijue also sits."

After both of them sat down, huijue immediately said, "I don't know how donor Fang got this demon subduing pestle."

After talking, huijue put the demon subduing pestle on the table.

"From a prince in Tianluo palace."

"I see." Hui Jue nodded. He didn't seem to want to tangle more about this problem. He said again, "why did benefactor 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, so many people wanted to see the abbot that they refused to see him outside the temple.

"This demon subduing pestle was a magic weapon carried by the abbot when he was young. However, since it has spread, it means that it is no longer owned by the abbot. Benefactor Fang wants to see the abbot with this. I'm afraid... I hope you will forgive me."

He said it tactfully, and everyone knows what it means.

If it is returned, huijue is very happy. This magic weapon flows out of his hand. To tell the truth, he knows that the abbot likes this demon subduing pestle or has feelings.

However, Hui Jue would not agree if he asked to see the abbot with this demon subduing pestle.

Don't mention him alone. No monk in the whole white horse temple will agree.

The abbot needs to be quiet and can't be disturbed.

Fang Xuan smiled.

He knocked the jade fan on the table and pointed to the demon subduing pestle.

"The spread of the demon subduing pestle was caused by master huijue's joke. Is it true?"

Hui felt frightened.

There was an unbelievable color on his face.

Only he and the abbot knew about it. How did Fang Xuan know?!

At the moment, huijue was a little unsure.

His eyes twinkled, staring at the elegant man with a smile in front of him.

"Yes, benefactor Fang, how did you know this?"

Fang Xuan smiled.

The Hui Jue in front of him was no other than the little monk who cleaned up 50 years ago.

It was he who made Jichen have the idea of sending the demon subduing pestle out, just because of his childlike words.

"Huijue, don't stop him. Bring him to me."

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

Huijue was shocked.

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

"Benefactor Fang, abbot, please." Hui Jue saluted and stood up to take Fang Xuan to the abbot.

"Thank you."

Fang Xuan stood up and pulled down his cuffs.

Seeing Fang Xuan and Gu Jing without waves, he looked calm and leisurely.

Hui Jue frowned, and the man was full of strangeness. This was the first time he had such a feeling for a young man.

Wutong on one side was stunned.

This

This is the first time the abbot has seen a guest in 5300 years!

How many gods exist and how many great people seek to see the White Horse Temple are futile. Now a young sage has to see the abbot.

"Is the sky going to collapse?" Wutong felt the earth spinning.

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

Wuming, who was outside, also noticed huijue's move to take Fang Xuan to the Abbot's meditation room, and his face was shocked.

No

But soon he shrunk his neck.

Hui Jue glared at him.

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

The first floor of the white horse temple tower is spacious, like an empty hall.

On this floor, there is only one hundred Zhang Buddha statue. The Buddha is dignified and sleeping. It is a Sleeping Buddha. Behind the Buddha statue is a room, and the four walls on both sides are stairs directly above.

Vaguely, you can hear the knocking sound of wooden fish, and you can hear the chanting sound of concentration and tranquility coming from above.

Cat white is very quiet. It stares at the layers above its head. There is a Buddha on each layer, and there is a meditation room behind the Buddha.

"Almsgiver Fang, go over there and open the door to see the abbot." Hui Jue said softly, pointing to the Buddhist meditation room.

After entering the tower, his steps obviously slowed down.

Even the following enlightenment is the same.

"Benefactor Fang, you can go alone, but this white tiger demon can't."

Hui Jue nodded.

The abbot saw only one person, but cat white can't.

Surprisingly, huijue knew the real body of cat white.

"It must be some bald donkey in the dark." the cat looked at the top of the tower.

Fang Xuan nodded, "you wait for me here."

The cat jumped down and stood up like a man, "go early and return early."

It put the cat's claws and urged Fang Xuan to hurry up.

After staying in this temple for a long time, cat Bai feels uncomfortable all over. If he wants to go back early, he always feels that there are a lot of eyes staring at him. In the final analysis, what worries him most is that this is the White Horse Temple.

White Horse Temple can be said to be one of the most dangerous places in the world. The wolf looks at the tiger. It is a bit more dangerous than the current Qin Dynasty. This is a place of right and wrong that will burn at any time.

It's not too much to say that the White Horse Temple is a strange forbidden area in the world.

"Creak."

Fang Xuan stood in front of the meditation room and didn't hesitate to push the door in.

A breath of vicissitudes and decay is blowing on my face. If the years have a taste, that's it

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