Indescribable Invincibility

　　 Fang Xuan opened the Buddhist room.

　　 squeak...

　　 It seems that the door of the room has not been opened for too long.

　　 There was another squeak soon, and the door was closed.

　　 The cat was white with regret. It did not see the scene in the Zen room, and there was a force to hinder it.

　　 Huijue stood silent for a long time.

　　 What does it mean that the abbot does not see guests all the time and now sees guests?

　　 suddenly, he looked to one side.

　　 Goming was there again to probe his head, making him dumbfounded.

　　 "Come here if you want to see." Huijue said.

　　 Goming Yixi.

　　 Qi ran up immediately and stared at the tightly closed door.

　　 "That... the donor, did he go in?"

"Um."

　　 Huijue nodded slightly.

　　 At this moment, Wu Ming pulled Huijue and said through voice transmission.

　　 "Uncle Huijue, Fang Shizhu is related to Tianxianguan and Tianqiaoguan, as the little fat cat said before."

　　 "Tian Xian, Tian Qiao?"

　　 Huijue is horrified again.

　　 Goming doesn't know these two place names, but he does.

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

　　 Great Qin Dynasty!

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

　　 And if Huijue remembers correctly, this dynasty is now at war with multiple orthodoxy, and the war has stretched for hundreds of millions of miles...

"It's him!"

　　 Huijue thought of a person, someone who had heard of it when she went out recently.

　　 Is he the bearer of the Drought Sword? !

　　 in an instant.

　　 Many things have been figured out by him, Fang Xuan's strong **** evil aura, and that demon aura.

　　 Huijue looked up at the upper level of the tower, staring at the meditation rooms.

　　 "He is the holder of the Drought Sword..." This is the person who told Fang Xuan's message to Baima Temple.

　　 There is a sound from above.

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

　　 "Don't think too much, the abbot will be fine."

　　 "There is no abbot in this world that can be beaten."

　　……

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

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

　　 "My Buddha is merciful."

　　 There are Buddhist sounds in the tower.

　　It is vaguely visible that the monks clasp their hands together, chanting religiously.

at the same time.

In that meditation room, wisps of chaotic Buddha energy fluttered, and the sound of Buddhist chanting reverberated. There were four arhat statues surrounded by four statues of Arhats. In the middle was a statue of the immovable king sitting cross-legged. The eyes of the Buddha statue were all looking towards the door, let People's heart palpitations, as if the Buddha is watching.

　　 There is an old monk in front of the statue of King Fudo Ming.

　　His clothes are old and stained with the dust of the years. The clothes seem to be a bit generous and draped on the old monk. This is not because the clothes are small, but the owner of the clothes is thin and old.

　　 The old monk was full of twilight and sat motionless on the futon.

　　 There is a futon in front of him with a little dust on it. It seems that no one has been sitting for many years.

　　 Fang Xuan smiled lightly.

　　 He doesn't care about the dust, so he sits down and sits cross-legged.

　　 Ji Chen stayed in the Zen room for many years. He stopped seeing guests fifty years ago, even the monks in the temple.

　　 "Why do you want to see me." After Fang Xuan sat down, Ji Chen's voice sounded.

　　 Ji Chen half face up, a pair of turbid eyes appeared in front of Fang Xuan, there is also an extremely old face, wrinkled skin, sunken eye sockets, and looks almost dead.

　　Looking at the details of his face, one can imagine that when he was young, he must be a delicate person, with the type of dimples when he laughed.

　　 "I just want to see you simply, do you believe it?"

　　 Fang Xuan smiled.

　　 There was a little look in those muddy eyes, and it was unclear.

　　 Ji Chen looked at Fang Xuan.

　　 The time for half a cup of tea passed.

　　 Jichen finally spoke again, his lips and teeth moved slightly and said something that many people did not expect, "How long do you think I can live."

　　 Fang Xuan didn't look surprised, not surprised why Ji Chen asked him this question.

　　 He has the problem of pondering and remembering the dust in his thoughts.

　　 "Less than three days."

　　 Fang Xuan thought for a few breaths, then answered.

　　 Ji Chen nodded.

　　 He actually confirmed Fang Xuan's statement in less than three days and revealed the fact that he was about to die.

　　 The old tone sounded in the Zen room again, "Can the White Horse Temple exist in your opinion."

　　 "No, the destruction of the White Horse Temple is a foregone conclusion." Fang Xuan shook his head and sighed in his words.

　　 "Can I see old friends?"

　　 Ji Chen spoke again.

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

　　 The broken Jiang Mo pestle appeared in his hand, and after a short while, Jiang Mo pestle flew to Ji Chen on his own.

　　 This Buddhism magic weapon has the light of Buddha, but it has repaired itself. Turning in Ji Chen's palm, it seems to have new vitality in its hands.

　　 "A broken Buddhist soldier can be restored, but the White Horse Temple, which has been passed down through the ages, can't."

　　 Ji Chen seemed to be responding to Fang Xuan's last sentence, and also seemed to be muttering to himself, rubbing Jiang Mochu.

　　 Fang Xuan looked at Ji Chen and stared at this paranoid who had lived for thousands of years.

　　 Its eyes are deep.

　　 Suddenly, there was a glimmer of light flashing through his eyes, that was the look of wisdom.

　　 "What future do you see?"

　　 Listening to these words, Ji Chen's face lifted up slowly.

　　 He stared at Fang Xuan.

　　 After three breaths.

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

　　 Remember that there is a glorious flow in the dusty eyes, that is the color of the years, and the symbol of time.

　　 "...That person is like a monster, but he is alone."

　　 heard this.

　　 Fang Xuan said in his heart as expected.

　　 Ji Chen's performance was too strange, and his question by Fang Xuan revealed weirdness.

　　 It seems to know this person, know this person's special, know this ‘stranger’, and ask him some special questions.

　　 And this performance made Fang Xuan understand that Ji Chen saw the future again.

　　 Why does Fang Xuan think that Ji Chen is expected to become the fourth true Buddha?

　　 is because of remembering insight, talent...

There is also a special kind of remembering dust. He can see the future. At certain moments and points in time, he can see a part of the future~www.novelmt.com~ This particularity is not the decisive factor for him to become the fourth true Buddha, but it embellishes it. Up to him personally.

Predict future.

　　Many people in this world know that as long as they use special means, they can predict vagueness and danger.

　　 And there is a kind of people who are immortal masters of heaven, who can exchange some price for the future. These are a group of creatures who have come into contact with ‘time’ and ‘years’.

　　 If it is said that there are innate and nurture in predicting the future.

　　 Then the Tianji fairy masters are acquired, they use special means to predict the future.

　　 Ji Chen is congenital!

　　Fang Xuan has seen three people like Ji Chen in endless years of observation.

　　 This kind of ability to remember dust cannot be controlled by himself, only occasionally appears, it is very real as if recorded by Lingshi.

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

　　 Ji Chen's voice is very soft, old and weak.

　　 He looked at Fang Xuan.

　　 "I saw hope, the silver lining of White Horse Temple."

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

　　 Ji Chen, who has not walked for five thousand years, stood up. He was like a living fossil with dust falling on his body.

　　He walked around.

　　 walked towards Fang Xuan.

　　 walked very slowly, and the corners of the robes dragged on the ground.

　　 Ji Chen walked in front of Fang Xuan.

　　 The knees under his robes were slowly bent, and he knelt in front of Fang Xuan. This invincible heaven, slapped to death with the four-eyed ancient holy god, the old man who had guarded the Baima Temple for 5,300 years knelt down.

　　 Withered palms on the ground, the forehead touched the bottom.

　　 "I have a request, please protect the White Horse Temple for ten days."...

　　……

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