Chapter 102

on the third day.

There are figures everywhere on the plain where the White Horse Temple is located.

That's a monk.

They come from a big family, also from the divine Dynasty, and there are non-human beings. Demons, spirits and Demons all have the same purpose and go for the White Horse Temple.

"Don't let anyone go and prevent one of them from taking the relic."

Some people say so, unspeakably ruthless and cold-blooded.

These people didn't get close to the White Horse Temple, so they stood 100000 miles away and waited quietly.

The old monk is dying.

All the creatures who came here received this news.

The change of Baima Temple makes the silent ancient people, holy places and aristocratic families ready to move.

They killed those who left and ignored the land.

This day.

The white horse temple tower is a masterpiece of Buddha light. Some Buddhists and monks are angry and rush out of the temple to kill those innocent creatures.

The arhat of penance roared and overturned 100000 mountains.

"My white horse temple is dying, but I haven't died. Any petty thieves who disturb the purity deserve to die."

Buddha is angry.

No longer have a clear heart and few desires.

All this was seen by the creatures in all directions. They retreated and stared at the earth further away.

Their eyes were cold, but they didn't shrink back.

It will be destroyed soon. No one can survive and turn into Purgatory.

No one in Baima village went out again. They didn't want to go out and didn't want to go out. They waited quietly for death.

The peace of the past is gone.

Without the cries of vendors, the laughter of children and the laughter of women, there is no sound of falling children in the shade of trees.

Boom

The sky is not beautiful, dark clouds cover the sun.

Drizzle, raindrops fall on every corner of the world. This is the last rain in summer, and the temperature becomes cool.

There was a roar, thunder, and white light flashed between the clouds.

White Horse Temple, the door of the guest room.

A bench was placed on which a gentle man sat.

Fang Xuan stretched out his hand and then the rain from the eaves slipped from his hands.

His lips and teeth moved, and he recited a man's name.

The first floor of the tower.

In the quiet meditation room, Jichen sat on a futon.

He looked up slightly and seemed to be watching the door. He saw the scenery outside the door through the door.

"After living 8320 years, my time is up."

The voice of vicissitudes and old age swings in the room.

The turbid eyes are flowing with brilliance, with thousands of emotions, and finally turned into a touch of worry.

The White Horse Temple is full of disasters. If we can survive this disaster

There are figures in his eyes. There are living monks in the White Horse Temple, people of the older generation, huijue... And others.

... huijue... The White Horse Temple will be handed over to you.

Monks came to mind, his lips raised slightly, with a warm smile.

The figure hung down his hands and raised them slowly, closing his hands.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The sound sounded and rippled in the room.

For a moment!

Jichen turned into brilliance and sat down.

There was no figure in the meditation room, only an empty room, and there was a demon subduing pestle on the futon.

Outside the guest room.

A drop of rain fell along the eaves and fell on Fang Xuan's palm.

The water drops broke open on his palm, and Fang Xuan looked at the scene.

"Benefactor Fang, please come next." a voice sounded in my ear.

Fang Xuan twisted his neck and looked at the tower.

He nodded slightly in that direction, responding and seeing off.

"He's gone."

The soft voice sounded from Fang Xuan's mouth, and the cat was confused.

In a moment, the cat understood the meaning of this sentence.

It looked at the tower and its pupils shrank.

Hui Jue recited the ancient Sutra and stirred the Buddha beads in his hand.

Wow

The thread of the Buddha beads was broken, the beads fell to the ground, making a crisp sound and bouncing sound. Hui felt that the prospect of her eyes was blurred, and tears covered her eyes.

"Abbot!"

"Abbot!"

The monks of the White Horse Temple felt it and their bodies trembled.

A desolation, a pain spread throughout the temple

The White Horse Temple bursts into the sky.

At this moment.

No matter how far the creatures are, they have seen the existence of hundreds of millions of miles away. They have opened their eyes and suddenly appeared!

The light column is directly facing the Jiuchong sky, turning into a little golden light and a piece of Buddha light.

Golden spots fall on the world.

"My name is Wang sengxian. Thanks to my mentor's enlightenment, the Taoist name records the dust."

A whisper echoed between heaven and earth.

Just like remembering the last days in the world, a kind of peace and harmony. A short sentence represents his life, without saying anything else.

This moment.

The sound travels hundreds of millions of miles and spreads all over the sky.

The golden light falls on the White Horse Temple, on the villages, through the buildings and on the people.

"Abbot!"

Countless people cried sadly.

In the end, Jichen is still helping them. His magic power and accomplishments all his life are turned into golden rain, which can dispel all kinds of diseases, heal wounds, stabilize the foundation, and make the newborn stronger.

"I hate, hate the world, hate those damn big people." an old man shouted, tearing his heart and lungs.

They have been sheltered by Jichen all their lives. Although they have never seen Jichen, they remember this kindness.

Monks cannot be sad at this moment.

They rose from the futon.

"Here they are."

Boom, boom!!

The world is full of terror. It is the holy power, the birth of the devil, and the presence of the great demon.

The chaotic airflow turns, bringing a ruthless and cold wind to the world.

The existence above is this world!

They opened and closed their eyes, got up and stepped hundreds of millions of miles, and looked down at the world.

There is a golden light between heaven and earth. It is the legendary golden light Avenue. It runs across the vast earth from the end of heaven and earth on one side to the end of heaven and earth on the other side.

"Jichen, you're finally dead."

"In order to wait for you, I stopped the blood gate and lived for 3000. At the end of the year, I waited until you died, ha ha."

"Three thousand years ago, the Holy Spirit of our family died in front of the White Horse Temple. Today, the White Horse Temple is bloodwashed to return the prestige of our family!"

"It's sad and lamentable that one of the strongest people in the world fell."

Great sound.

The world did not know who was talking, but heard voices from all directions.

This is a big man who is higher than the gods. He is talking, the cultivation myth is whispering, and he reads the Tao like the voice of the voice of God.

In the four directions where the White Horse Temple is located, the creatures frightened by the dust and photographed by the power of the White Horse Temple have movement again.

The figures of all living creatures went towards the White Horse Temple.

They are approaching the White Horse Temple.

Jichen died and they were no longer afraid.

"My Buddha is merciful."

The sound of the Buddha of all living beings swings and thousands of Buddhas and monks recite it.

Countless pillars of light rise into the sky. Each light represents a Buddha, the real shadow of Ten Thousand Buddhas, in which arhat Bodhisattva is all.

"Today, Buddha realizes that he is no longer compassionate."

In a moment, the Buddha's compassion disappeared and was replaced by angry eyes.

Buddha turned King Kong, a light rushed to the four directions, no difference, and went to every corner.

It was the Buddha who made a handprint and sacrificed his own magic tools. It was so powerful that endless practitioners and creatures died in an instant.

"Hey, Jichen is dead. What's the use of a pile of Little Buddha heads."

A sneer bloomed in heaven and earth.

The Buddha's light was broken, and the sound of laughter sounded, which stormed the Buddhist killing machine, and was extremely strong.

"I will not die, and the White Horse Temple will not die."

The Buddha roared from the tower.

Monks rushed out of the tower one after another. They were golden and pushed their arms horizontally, as if they were pushing the grinding plate of the world towards the sky

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