Day 3.

Figures appeared everywhere on the plain where White Horse Temple is located.

That is a practitioner.

They came from a large clan, also from the Divine Dynasty, and there were inhuman creatures, demons, spirits and demons, and their purpose was the same, leaving for the White Horse Temple.

"Don't let anyone go, prevent any of them from taking the relics."

Someone said this coldly, indescribable ruthlessness and cold blood.

These people did not approach White Horse Temple, but stood 100,000 miles away, waiting quietly.

The old monk is about to die.

All living beings here receive this news.

The unusual movements of White Horse Temple make the silent ancient tribes, holy places, and aristocratic families ready to move.

They killed the departed and ignored the land.

This day.

The Buddha's light was built in the high pagoda of White Horse Temple. A Buddhist monk rushed out of the temple and killed innocent creatures.

A ascetic arhat roared and overturned 100,000 mountains.

"I have never died in the twilight days of my White Horse Temple. Any stingy thief should die."

The Buddha was angry.

Become no longer pure in mind and has few desires.

All of this was seen by the creatures from all directions, and they retreated and stared at the earth further away.

Their eyes were very cold, but they never retreated even though they were frightened.

This place will soon be destroyed, no one can survive and will turn into purgatory.

No one from the Baima Village group went out again. They didn't want to go out, nor did they want to go out, and quietly waited for death to come.

The peace of the past will never return.

The shouts of vendors, the laughter of children, and the laughter of women, and the sounds of trees are gone.

Boom...

The weather is not good, and dark clouds block the sunshine.

The drizzle is drizzling, and raindrops fall on every inch of the world. This is the last rain in summer and the temperature becomes cooler.

With a roar, thunder roared, and white light flashed among the clouds.

White Horse Temple, at the door of the guest room.

A bench was placed on it, and a gentle man sat on it.

Fang Xuan reached out and followed the rainfall from the eaves, and the water slid from his palm.

His lips and teeth moved slightly, and he muttered a name.

The first floor of the tower.

In that quiet Zen room, the dust was sitting on the futon.

He looked up slightly, as if he was watching the door, and saw the view outside the door through the door.

"I have lived for eight thousand three hundred and twenty years, and my time has come."

The sound of vicissitudes of life swings in the room.

The turbid eyes were filled with light, and there were thousands of emotions, which turned into a touch of worry.

There are many disasters in White Horse Temple. If you can overcome this difficulty this time...

In his eyes, figures appeared, they were the monks living in White Horse Temple, some of the older generation, some of Huijue... and others.

...Huijue...I will leave it to you in the future.

Monks came to their minds, and the corners of their lips raised slightly, and there was a warm smile.

The figure slowly raised his hands, which were hanging down, and his hands were closed together.

"I Buddha is merciful."

The sound rang in the room, rippling ripples.

In a moment!

The dust turned into glory and sat down.

There was no figure in the Zen room, only the empty room was left, and there was a demon-subduing pestle on the cushion.

Outside the guest room.

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

The water droplets shattered on the palm, and Fang Xuan looked at the scene.

"Master Fang will ask you next." A voice sounded in his ears.

Fang Xuan twisted his neck and looked at the tower.

He nodded slightly in that direction, responding and saying goodbye.

"He's gone."

The faint voice sounded from Fang Xuan's mouth, and Mao Bai was confused.

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

It looked at the tower and its pupils suddenly shrank.

Huijue recited ancient scriptures and plucked the Buddhist beads in his hand.

Crazy...

The line of the Buddhist beads broke, and the beads fell to the ground and squirted into a crisp sound. Huijue's eyes were blurred and tears covered his eyes.

"Abbot!"

"Abbot!"

The monks in White Horse Temple sensed and their bodies trembled.

A desolate feeling, a pain spread throughout the temple...

White Horse Temple rushed into the sky with its pillar of light.

At this moment.

No matter how far away the creatures were, they saw them, and the existences from billions of miles away opened their eyes and a cold light suddenly appeared!

The light pillar came straight to the ninth level of heaven, turning into little golden light, and rays of Buddha's light.

Golden spots sprinkle in the world.

"My name is Wang Sengxian, thanks to my mentor's enlightenment, and the Taoist name is called Dust."

A faint voice echoed between heaven and earth.

Just like remembering the last days of dust in the world, a kind of peace and peace, a short sentence represents his life, and there is no need to say anything else.

This moment.

The sound travels billions of miles and spreads throughout the heavens.

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

"Abbot!"

Countless people cried out.

At the end, Ji Chen was still helping them. His magic power and his lifelong cultivation turned into golden rain and fell on them, eliminating all diseases, healing injuries, stabilizing the foundation of the Tao, and making the newborn stronger.

"I hate this world, hate those damn big guys." An old man shouted, heartbreaking.

They have been under the protection of Jichen throughout their lives. Although they have never seen Jichen, they have remembered this kindness.

Monks cannot be sad at this moment.

They stood up from the futon.

"They are here."

Boom boom boom boom!!

There is a terrifying aura in all directions. It is the holy power, the devil is born, and the great demon is coming to the earth.

The flow of chaotic air brings a ruthless and cold wind to this world.

All the high-ranking beings are present!

They opened their eyes, stood up and took a step, and took a billion miles, and their bodies were filled with chaos power, looking down on the world.
To be continued...