Indescribable Invincibility - Chapter 98

　　 In front of the white horse temple entrance.

　　 Fang Xuan stood, and there was a little monk in front of the door.

　　 “I want to see the abbot.”

　　 Fang Xuan put his hands together, and said slowly with a chuckle at the corner of his mouth.

　　 Fang Xuan’s words stunned the little monk.

　　 Soon, he shook his head slightly.

　　 “The abbot is not convenient. If the benefactor wants to offer incense, the little monk can take you to the Bodhisattva Hall.”

　　 The reaction to the little monk is not surprising.

　　 A magic pestle appeared in his palm.

　　 “Trouble the little master to give this thing to Master Huijue.”

“This is?”

　　 The little monk was surprised, how could he not recognize that this was a Buddhist artifact, but it seemed to be broken.

　　 looked back and forth between Fang Xuan’s handsome face and Jiang Mochu.

　　 The little monk folded his hands together and bowed in salute, “Please wait a moment for the donor. The little monk is going to ask Master Hui Jue.”

　　 “Naturally, there is little Master Lao.”

　　 Fang Xuan is also a ceremony, whispered softly.

　　 The little monk nodded, summoned another novice to entertain Fang Xuan and hurried to the distance.

　　 “Someone on the cat suddenly became a little curious, hey, if the little novice monk knew what Fang Xuan did at Tianqiao Guantianxianguan, I wonder if he would be so polite to you.”

　　 The cat laughed strangely.

　　 The little novice who leads the way is puzzled.

　　天巧关? What did Tianxianguan do? what is that.

　　 He was very puzzled, but he led the way without asking more and offered Fang Xuan a cup of hot tea.

　　 “Donor, the little monk is just outside the door when he has something to awaken.”

　　 The little novice salutes.

　　 After getting Fang Xuan’s nod, he walked out of the guest hall, tilting his head with intricate doubts in his heart.

　　 What does that little civet say?

　　 just a few steps after he walked out.

　　 He saw Uncle Huijue and his brother Wutong coming from afar.

　　 “Where is the donor?” Huijue said.

　　 Huijue is about fifty years old. He has big eyes and big ears, and his face is square. There is a kind of calmness. The skin is slightly yellow. He seems to be basking all the year round. He wears a red robe, like the Taoist monk often said by the world.

　　 “It’s inside.”

　　 Goming pointed to the guest house and said.

　　 Upon hearing this, Huijue nodded and strode towards the guest hall.

　　 Seeing this, Wuming became more curious, who is that gentleman?

　　 How did Uncle Huijue be so violent? This was the first time he saw Uncle Huijue like this.

　　 can’t figure it out, can’t figure it out.

　　 As he said, he pulled to ask Huijue’s past Wutong, but when he saw that Wutong was puzzled, he stopped thinking.

　　 Huijue walked towards the guest house in two steps in three steps.

　　 just as he approached, he slowed down and stepped into the hall.

Inside the hall, sitting on a bench is a young man. His white clothes are clean and tidy. His long hair is half bundled. The bangs on his temples seem to be scattered randomly but have a different charm. The first impact this is Quiet and elegant magi.

　　 But this is completely different in Huijue’s eyes.

　　 His pupils contracted, and he saw a terrible evil spirit, as if he was looking at an ancient demon.

　　 The strong blood is as if this person is walking out of the sea of ​​blood on the mountain.

　　 Part of this is from the man’s small sword, and part of it is his own reasons.

　　 See here.

　　 Huijue’s brows frowned slightly, which was soon unfolded and walked into the hall.

　　 Fang Xuan heard the footsteps and looked.

　　 The cat’s white eyeballs rolled around, without making a sound.

　　 “Poor monk Huijue, I don’t know how the donor is called?” Huijue stepped forward and made a Buddhist ceremony.

　　 Fangxuan got up and arched his hands slightly, and replied with a gentle smile, “Master Huijue can call me Fangxuan.”

　　 “Side donor.”

　　 Huijue is also in return.

　　 Soon he gestured to Fang Xuan, “Fang donor, please sit down.”

　　 “Master Huijue sits too.”

　　 After both of them sat down, Hui Jue immediately spoke, “I don’t know how Fang’s donor got this magic pestle.”

　　 Yan said that Huijue put the magic pestle on the table.

　　 “Obtained from a prince of Tianluo Palace.”

　　 “So that’s the case.” Hui Jue nodded. He didn’t seem to plan to entangle this question again. “Why did the donor Fang bring it to the White Horse Temple?”

　　 “I want to see the abbot.”

　　Huijue was not surprised by this sentence.

　　 There were too many people who wanted to see the abbot over the years, and they were rejected from the temple.

　　 “This Jiang Mo pestle is a magic weapon carried by the abbot when he was young, but since this thing has been spread out, the representative is no longer owned by the abbot. The Fang donor wants to see the abbot with this, I am afraid…I hope to forgive me.”

　　 What he said was very euphemistic and ended. Ming people know what it means.

　　 If it is returned, Huijue is very happy. This magical artifact was flowed out of his hands. To be honest, he knew that the abbot liked this magic pestle very much, or had feelings.

　　 But if you ask to see the abbot with this lowering magic pestle, Huijue will not agree.

　　 Don’t say he is alone, no monks in the entire White Horse Temple will agree.

　　 The abbot needs to be quiet and not be disturbed.

　　 Fangxuan smiled.

　　 His jade fan knocked off the table and pointed at Jiang Mo pestle.

　　 “The spread of Jiang Mochu was caused by a joke of Master Huijue, is it true?”

　　 Huijue’s face was horrified.

　　 There is an unbelievable color on his face.

　　 Only he and the abbot knew about this. How did Fang Xuan know? !

　　 At this moment, Huijue was a little surprised and uncertain.

　　 His eyes flickered, staring at a smiling, harmless, elegant man in front of his face.

　　 “Correct, how did you know this, Fang Donor?”

　　 Fangxuan smiled.

　　 The Huijue in front of him is not someone else, but the little novice monk who cleaned up fifty years ago.

　　 It was he who gave Ji Chen the idea of ​​sending the Demon Pestle out, because of his childish words.

　　 “Huijue don’t need to stop, take him to see me.”

　　 Just when Huijue wanted to know the answer, an old tone echoed in his mind, with endless vicissitudes in his old age, and his breath continued.

　　 Huijue was shocked.

　　 He looked at Fang Xuan who didn’t answer the words, and took a deep breath.

　　 “Fang donor, the abbot would like to please.” Hui Jue bowed and stood up behind him to show Fang Xuan to the abbot.

　　 “I have work.”

　　 Fang Xuan stood up and pulled down his cuff.

　　 Seeing Fang Xuan Gujing without waves, his expression is calm and leisurely.

　　 Huijue’s brows furrowed tightly, and this person is full of weirdness. This is the first time he feels this way towards young people.

　　 Gotō on the side was stunned.

this……

　　 This is the first time the abbot has seen a guest in 5,300 years!

　　 How many gods exist, how many big figures have come back without success at the White Horse Temple, and now a young sage has to see the abbot.

　　 “Is the sky going to collapse?” Gotsu felt the sky spinning.

　　 If this matter is made known to the outside world, it will surely shake the heavens.

　　 Wu Ming, who probed his brain outside, also noticed Hui Jue’s move to take Fang Xuan to the abbot’s meditation room, and his expression was shocked.

No way……

　　 He just shrank his neck quickly.

　　 Huijue glared at him.

　　 Goming stuck out his tongue, and the cat ran away after getting up.

　　 The white horse temple tower is spacious on the first floor, like an empty hall.

　　On this floor there is only one Hundred-Zhang Buddha statue~www.mtlnovel.com~ The Buddha is dignified and in a sleeping position. It is a sleeping Buddha. Behind the Buddha statue is a room. As for the walls on both sides, stairs lead directly to it.

　　 You can hear the knocking of the wooden fish vaguely, and you can hear the calm chanting from above.

　　Mao Bai is extremely quiet, staring at the layers above his head, each layer is placed with a Buddha, and there is a Zen room behind the Buddha.

　　 “Don’t you go there, open the door and you will see the abbot.” Hui Jue pointed to the Buddha’s meditation room and said softly.

　　 After entering the tower, his footsteps were obviously lightened.

　　 is the same as Gotō behind.

　　 “You can go to see the donor Fang alone, this white tiger demon can’t.”

　　 Huijue clicked.

　　 The abbot saw only one person, and Mao Bai couldn’t do it.

　　 It is surprising that Huijue knows the real body of Mao Bai.

　　 “It’s probably a bald donkey who said it in secret.” The cat glanced at the direction of the top of the tower for nothing.

　　 Fang Xuan nodded, “You wait for me here.”

　　 Mao Bai jumped down and stood up like a human, “Go early and return early.”

　　 It placed cat’s claws and urged Fang Xuan to hurry up.

　　 After staying in this temple for a long time, Mao Bai feels uncomfortable. If he wants to go back soon, he always feels that there are a lot of eyes staring at it. In the final analysis, the most disturbing thing is that this is the White Horse Temple.

　　 Baima Temple can be said to be one of the most dangerous places in the world. The wolf looks at tigers. Compared with the current Daqin, it is a bit more sinister. This is a place that will burn at any time.

　　 It is not an exaggeration to say that the White Horse Temple is a weird forbidden place in the world.

　　 “Crack.”

　　 Fangxuan stood in front of the Zen room, pushing the door without hesitation.

　　 A breath of vicissitudes and decadence hits his face, if the years are smelling, it is like this…

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