"It's out!"

Wutong, Wuming shouted out.

The closed door of the Zen room opened and Fang Xuan walked out.

Mao Bai was shocked and breathed a sigh of relief. It was time to go back and finally leave this deadly place.

Fang Xuan walked out of the Zen room.

The ancient Zen Sect slowly closed in Fang Xuan's hands.

The scene inside the door became narrow in the eyes, and the view in the room was as normal. The statue of the Ming King, the four statues of the Arhat, and Ninghe Zen Room.

There is also the quiet old man sitting in front of the Buddha.

Crack...

The voice representing the years is reflected in the door.

"Take care of yourself."

Fang Xuan said calmly and nodded to the insider.

At that last moment, Fang Xuan said this sentence with only a slit between the two doors.

The door closed with a click.

Fang Xuan turned around, and three people and a cat walked towards him.

"Let's go back." Mao Bai said.

And at this time, Huijue also spoke.

He folded his hands together and bowed respectfully to Fang Xuan, "Donor Fang, what are your instructions?"

Hearing this sentence, Mao Bai was stunned.

"Forehead……"

The cat's mouth twitched.

An ignorant feeling swept across the body.

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

Huijue nodded.

He turned around and went to do it.

As early as when he left, he heard the abbot's order to obey Fang Xuan's words unconditionally.

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

Mao Bai rubbed his head desperately, screaming, "Ah!"

It rolled all over the ground.

Then he jumped up and looked at Fang Xuan.

"Fang Xuan, don't you plan to leave immediately?"

"I'm going to stay for a few days." Fang Xuan said with a smile.

Mao Bai rolled his eyes and fainted.

It's Buddha.

This person is really going wherever he is in danger.

"Then I'll go back first." Mao Baibu held his mouth, looked ugly, stood up like a human, and walked away angrily.

Cats don't want to die.

On the other side, you will understand and look at each other.

They scratched their bald heads, looking confused.

What did this send?

"What did you say to the abbot?"

Wuming had a coy face and couldn't help asking curiously.

If anyone else Wuming dared not ask, but Fang Xuan seemed to be easy to get along with. His child's mental attacks were so he couldn't help it.

"nothing."

Fang Xuan smiled.

He did not say what he said and stepped out of the tower.

There was a chuckle in his heart and talking to himself.

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

Perhaps, it is also because this person is remembering the dust.

Five thousand years of persistence.

Fang Xuan felt that he shouldn't be a bubble at the last moment.

Time is losing.

Everything is as usual in White Horse Temple, but if you look closely, you will find out.

Behind this calmness is a sense of depression, a sense of sadness, and an unspeakable heavy emotion.

On the day Fang Xuan arrived, another day passed after that.

In two days, some young monks in White Horse Temple discovered their uncle who was usually missing. The master appeared, and the older generation of monks were walking around.

They were printing the Dao text, moving the magic tools in some positions, and some people were also knocking on wooden fish, reciting Buddhist scriptures every day and night.

The monks in the temple are busy.

The only thing that remains unchanged is the meditation room where the abbot is located, as quiet and peaceful as it is.

"Abbot..." Huijue couldn't help asking Fang Xuan a question during this period, but this question made him want to speak but stop.

"The White Horse Temple will survive."

Fang Xuan did not answer, but said this sentence.

For a moment.

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

How could it be...

What I don't want to happen is going to happen.

"Can Baima Temple survive?" Huijue whispered.

He wasn't saying anything, he had some determination in his eyes.

He looked at Fang Xuan, "I want to send some people out, they are still young."

Huijue wanted to send Wutong, Wuming and others out, and he wanted to live and die with Baima Temple, but these younger generations were still young and should not bear this.

Maybe they should be returned to secular life.

Huijue thought in his heart.

Only in this way can there be vitality.

No one will let them survive the remaining people in White Horse Temple. In the end, there will be only one possibility, hiding in the dark and living the day when they are hunted down in the dark.

"Don't do this." Fang Xuan stopped.

The decline of White Horse Temple is an iron-like fact.

Over the past 5,300 years, countless pairs of eyes have been staring at the White Horse Temple.

If it was the former Buddhist and Taoist holy land of White Horse Temple, which had the ability to escape without knowing the truth, there was no hope now.

Send someone out now.

Those people will be intercepted halfway through, and they will face only one kind of fate.

The hope they send out is only despair, which will harm them.

"That village people." Huijue thought of the village group that was attached to White Horse Temple, and those people should not be buried here with White Horse Temple.

"Master Huijue, go and dismiss them."

"good."

Huijue nodded and sighed slightly.

He was extremely depressed.

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

Fang Xuan looked at his back and shook his head slightly.
To be continued...