Chapter 101

"Come out!"

Wutong and Wuming shout out.

The closed Zen door opened and Fang Xuan walked out.

Maobai's spirit was shocked and relieved. It's time to go back and finally leave this deadly place.

Fang Xuan walked out of the meditation room.

The ancient Zen gate closed slowly in Fang Xuan's hand.

In the eyes, the scene inside the door becomes narrow. The view inside the room is as usual. The view of the gate is the immovable king of Ming Dynasty, four Arhats, and Ninghe Zen room.

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

Creak

The voice of years is reflected on the door.

"Take care."

Fang Xuan said quietly and nodded to the man inside the door.

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

The door closed with a click.

Fang Xuan turned and came face to face with three people and a cat.

"Let's go back," said the cat.

At this time, huijue also spoke.

He folded his hands and saluted Fang Xuan respectfully, "benefactor Fang, what can I do for you?"

Listening to this sentence, the cat was stunned.

"Well..."

The cat twitched at the corners of its white mouth.

A sense of uncertainty swept through the body.

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

Hui Jue nodded.

He turned and did it.

As early as he left, he heard the Abbot's orders and asked them to obey Fang Xuan unconditionally.

This made them very confused, but they didn't ask much. Even if they wanted to ask, the abbot was not talking.

The cat rubbed his head desperately and screamed, "ah!"

It rolls all over the ground.

Then he jumped up and looked at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan, aren't you going to leave right away?"

"I'll stay for a few days," Fang Xuan said with a smile.

The cat rolled its eyes and fainted.

It's Buddha.

This man really drills wherever he is in danger.

"Then I'll go back first." the cat stood up like a man with an ugly face and walked away angrily.

Cat someone doesn't want to die.

On the other side, Wu Tong and Wu Ming look at each other.

They scratched their heads and looked blank.

What's this?

"Benefactor Fang, what did you say to the abbot?"

Wuming was shy and couldn't help asking in his heart.

Other people Wuming didn't dare to ask, but Fang Xuan seemed to get along well. He had a child's heart attack and couldn't help it.

"Nothing."

Fang Xuan smiled.

He didn't say what he said and stepped out of the tower.

In his heart, he smiled and talked to himself.

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

Perhaps, also because this person is Jichen.

Five thousand years of persistence.

Fang Xuan felt that it should not be a bubble at the last moment.

Time is running away.

Everything in Baima temple is as usual, but if you study it carefully, you will find that.

Behind this calm is a depression, a sadness, an unspeakable heavy emotion.

On the day when Fang Xuan came, another day passed.

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

They are engraving Da Dao Wen, moving magic instruments and placing them in some positions. Some people are also knocking wooden fish and reciting Buddhist Scriptures every day and night.

The whole temple monks are busy.

The only constant is that the Abbot's meditation room is as quiet and peaceful as ever.

"Abbot, he......" huijue couldn't help asking Fang Xuan a question during this time, but this question made him want to talk and stop.

"The White Horse Temple will survive."

Fang Xuan didn't answer, just said this sentence.

For a while.

Huijue couldn't stand. He felt the ground shaking and the sky was about to turn over.

How could

The last thing you want to happen is to happen.

"Can the White Horse Temple survive?" Hui Jue whispered.

There was nothing to say. There was 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 out Wutong and Wuming. He wants to live or die with the White Horse Temple, but these young people are still young and should not bear these responsibilities.

Maybe we should let them return to the common customs.

Huijue thought in his heart.

Only in this way can there be vitality.

No one will let the remnant of the White Horse Temple survive. In the end, there will only be one possibility, hiding in the dark and being chased and killed in the dark.

"Don't do that," Fang Xuan stopped.

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

Over the past 5300 years, countless pairs of eyes have been watching the White Horse Temple.

If the White Horse Temple, once the holy land of Buddhism and Taoism, still has the ability to transport people without God's knowledge, but now there is no hope.

Now send someone out.

Those people will be stopped halfway and face only one fate.

Send out hope, they have to face only despair, which will harm them.

"People from that village." Hui Jue thought of the villages attached to the White Horse Temple. Those people should not be buried here with the White Horse Temple.

"Master huijue, go and dismiss them."

"OK."

Hui Jue nodded and sighed slightly.

His heart is extremely depressed.

Without saying anything, he turned and continued to do his own thing.

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

He picked up his pen and described it again.

The pen in my hand has changed into a golden brush. This is a brush made of real Buddha's hair before he became a monk. It is a real Buddhist holy thing.

These two days, even those ignorant little Shami realized something was wrong.

"Are we coming to the end?"

The ancient spirit is strange and sentimental.

It's strange that this little guy didn't have any fear. He was sad. The white horse temple would disappear into history. As for fear, 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 in a daze.

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

Only the old monks are always firm in their actions and do their own things.

Under the tower.

Fang Xuan wrote something on the tower with his pen. There was a hum around him from time to time. It was cat Bai moaning over there.

Fang Xuan looked at the cat with a full smile.

"Didn't you say you were leaving?"

"Cat, someone is walking."

The cat stood up like a man and took two steps. The cat's claws were still gnawing at the sauce elbow I didn't know where to get it.

It rolled its eyes. "Cat, someone's brain is confused because you taught me Styx blood finger. Follow you, Fang Xuan. I told you, if you really come to that time, you don't stay here. You have to go with me."

"Cat benefactor is right."

Hui Jue came up and said with a smile.

He heard the voice of Maobai, or Maobai didn't taboo him. There was a reason to say it on purpose. Huijue didn't mind hearing it.

"We've finished everything you ordered, benefactor Fang. I think you... Do well. Hurry down the mountain while you have time."

Hui Jue said.

"I'll go, but not now."

Fang Xuan's refusal made Hui feel grateful and also made cat Bai crazy.

Hui Jue saluted Fang Xuan deeply and bowed down.

"The monks of the White Horse Temple remember the kindness of benefactor Fang."

He continued to do his own thing.

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

Huijue came to the second floor of the tower.

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

"Some people in the village at the foot of the mountain don't want to leave," Hui Jue looked down the mountain.

At this moment, his Buddha mind was confused.

Many people in the village at the foot of the mountain don't want to go. They want to stay here and die. Most of them are old people, and some are middle-aged.

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

"The White Horse Temple protects us mortals. Now the White Horse Temple is in great trouble. We are useless, but we hope to do something for the White Horse Temple.

Buddha said that killing can only cause deep karma.

We died here and in the hands of the great enemy of the White Horse Temple. This is revenge for the White Horse Temple in disguise. "

"Don't monks often curse enemies with blood? If it's true that day, I will curse the great enemy of the White Horse Temple with my blood."

People in the village of white horse temple said so in a joking tone.

But the tone that seems to be joking makes people unhappy. The mortals here have their own ideas, and the martial arts also have their own ideas. They may be weak, but they know gratitude and hatred, and dare to love and hate.

Those who stay may not know what they have to face, or they may know.

These are unknown, but one thing is certain that they just want to use their own strength to make a modest effort, even the ethereal statement

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