Yan Wu looked at Fang Xuan in surprise.

The cat's mouth twitched, and it had a very bad premonition.

"Why did you suddenly ask about White Horse Temple?"

Yan Wu frowned.

There was an attitude in his words that he didn't want to talk about White Horse Temple, as if there was something strange about this temple.

"There is a person inside that I want to meet." Fang Xuan smiled faintly.

As he said that, a broken demon-subduing pestle appeared.

"The magic weapon blessed by ten thousand Buddhas." Maobai's voice sounded.

It is worthy of being an old creature who has lived for a long time, and can see through the essence of the demon-subduing pestle at a glance.

"Master, I saw you break it before, and this thing comes from White Horse Temple."

The cat's eyes rolled.

It did not leave the city, but saw Fang Xuan's figure on the city wall and saw his demonic body shattering the Buddha's Dharma image.

Yan Wu was not talking.

He stared at the Demon-Subduing Pestle and Fang Xuan looked back and forth.

Fang Xuan nodded, and he smiled, "This is his magic weapon."

Fang Xuan's words meant the person from White Horse Temple.

An old monk.

"That temple is about to be destroyed. In the past five hundred years, many great people are testing the old Buddha monk inside... Once that old Buddha monk is transformed, the White Horse Temple will surely face a catastrophe."

Yan Wu spoke, and the sound came...

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Chapter completed!