Chapter 100

Fang Xuan opens the meditation room.

Creak

It seems that I haven't opened the door for too long. It's a little old. The door makes a noise when it opens.

Soon there was another creak and the door was closed.

Cat white face regret, it did not see the scene in the meditation room, there is a force to hinder it.

Hui Jue stood silent for a long time.

Abbot hasn't seen a guest for years. What does it mean to see a guest now?

Suddenly, he looked aside.

Wuming poked his head there again, which made him cry and laugh.

"Come here if you want to see it." Hui Jue said.

Wuming is a joy.

He immediately came and stared at the closed door.

"That... Benefactor, he went in?"

"Yes."

Hui Jue nodded slightly.

At this time, Wuming pulled down huijue and said.

"Martial uncle huijue, benefactor Fang has something to do with tianxianguan and tianqiaoguan. The little fat cat said before."

"Leisure and coincidence?"

Hui Jue was shocked again.

Wu Ming doesn't know these two place names, but he knows.

That is the name of the border city of a powerful imperial dynasty hundreds of millions of miles away.

The Qin Dynasty!

The name of this imperial dynasty has been inherited for millions of years, and its reputation has spread all over the world.

If huijue remembers correctly, the imperial dynasty is now at war with many orthodoxy, and the war continues for hundreds of millions of miles

"It's him!"

Huijue thought of a man, a man he heard recently when he was out.

He's a dryland sword holder?!

For a moment.

Many things were figured out by him, Fang Xuan's strong bloody evil spirit and the evil spirit of heaven.

Hui Jue looked up at the top of the tower and looked at the Zen rooms.

"He is the holder of dryland sword..." this is the person who told Fang Xuan's information to the White Horse Temple.

There is a sound above.

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

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

"The abbot in this world is invincible."

……

There were voices in the thousand storey tower, calm and steady.

This is the monk of the White Horse Temple, or the disciple of Jichen, or the grandson. All of them have been enlightened by Jichen.

"My Buddha is merciful."

In the tower, the Buddha's voice is preached.

Vaguely visible, the monks folded their hands and recited devoutly.

meanwhile.

In the meditation room, strands of chaotic Buddha Qi fluttered, and the sound of Buddhist Chanting echoed. Four Arhats were placed around, and a motionless Ming King sat in the middle. The eyes of the Buddha were looking at the door, which made people palpitating, as if the Buddha was watching.

In front of the statue of the king of the Ming Dynasty, there is an old monk.

His clothes are old and stained with the dust of years. His clothes seem to be a little loose and draped on the old monk. This is not that the clothes are small, but that the owner of the clothes is thin and old.

The old monk sat motionless on the futon with dusk in his hair.

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

Fang Xuan smiled lightly.

He doesn't care about dust, so he sits on the footwall.

Jichen stayed in the meditation room for many years. Fifty years ago, he no longer saw guests, even the monks in the temple.

"Why do you want to see me?" after Fang Xuan sat down, Jichen's voice sounded.

Jichen half looked up, a pair of turbid eyes appeared in front of Fang Xuan, and there was an extremely old face, wrinkled skin, sunken eye sockets, looking dying.

Looking at the details of his face, it can be imagined that when he was young, he must be a beautiful person with dimples.

"I just want to see you. Do you believe it?"

Fang Xuan smiled.

There was a little look in the turbid eyes, which was unclear.

Jichen looked at Fang Xuan.

Half a cup of tea has passed.

Jichen finally opened his mouth again and said something many people didn't expect, "how long do you think I can live?"

There was no surprise on Fang Xuan's face. He was not surprised why Jichen asked him this question.

He is full of meditation, thoughts and dust problems.

"Less than three days."

Fang Xuan thought for a few seconds and answered.

Jichen nodded.

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

The old voice sounded again in the meditation room, "do you think the white horse temple can exist?"

"No, the destruction of the White Horse Temple is a foregone conclusion." Fang Xuan shook his head and sighed in his words. He was sad for the White Horse Temple and regretted that this ancient force drowned the long river of history.

"Can I see my old friend?"

Jichen spoke again.

Fang Xuan knows what the old friend in Jichen's words is.

The broken demon subduing pestle appeared in his hand. In a moment, the demon subduing pestle flew to Jichen independently.

This Buddhist magic weapon has the flow of Buddha light, but it is self-healing. It rotates between the palms of Jichen, as if it has new vitality in its hands.

"A broken Buddhist soldier can be restored, but the white horse temple that has been handed down for thousands of years can't."

Jichen seemed to respond to Fang Xuan's last sentence, or to himself, rubbing the demon subduing pestle.

Fang Xuan looked at Jichen and watched the paranoid who had lived for thousands of years.

His eyes are deep.

Suddenly, there was a flash of intelligence in his eyes, which was the expression of wisdom.

"What future do you see?"

Listening to this sentence, Jichen's half raised face slowly.

He stared at Fang Xuan.

After three interest rates.

His voice sounded, "I saw a man seven days ago. He is very young. He will come to see me."

Remember that there is brilliance flowing in the dusty eyes, which is the color of years and the symbol of time.

"... the man is like a demon, but he is a man."

I heard that.

Fang Xuan said in his heart, sure enough.

Jichen's performance was too strange. His mysterious questions revealed strangeness.

As if he knew this person, knew his special, knew this' stranger ', and asked him some special questions.

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

Why does Fang Xuan think Jichen is expected to become the fourth True Buddha?

It's because of Jichen's savvy and talent

There is also a special feature of remembering dust. He can see the future, and he can see part of the future at some time and time.

This special is not the decisive factor for him to become the fourth True Buddha, but it embellishes him personally.

Predict the future.

In this world, many people will, as long as through special means, they can predict fuzzy danger.

There is a kind of people, who are masters of heaven's secrets and can exchange some prices for future scenes. These are a group of recent creatures who have been in contact with "time" and "years".

If we say that predicting the future has innate and acquired theories.

Then Tianji immortal is the day after tomorrow. They predict and calculate the future through special means.

Remember dust is congenital!

In the endless years of observation, Fang Xuan has seen three such as Jichen.

This ability can't be controlled by himself. It only appears occasionally. It's very real, as if it was recorded by the spirit stone.

"I saw a corner of the future. The White Horse Temple was besieged and lost its life, but..."

The voice of Jichen is very gentle, old and weak.

He looked at Fang Xuan.

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

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

Jichen, who had not walked for 5000 years, stood up. He looked like a living fossil with dust falling on his body.

He walked around.

Go to Fang Xuan.

Walking slowly, the corners of the cassock dragged on the ground.

Jichen came to Fang Xuan.

His knees bent slowly under his robe, so he knelt in front of Fang Xuan. The invincible heaven slapped the Four Eyed ancient holy gods and the old man who had guarded the white horse temple for 5300 years on his knees.

Dry palms on the ground, forehead touching the bottom.

"I have a request. Please shelter the white horse temple for ten days."

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