Chapter 73: The Buddha’s Junior Brother Came to Guanyin Temple for Guidance

At this moment, Xiaobai was filled with self-blame.

She regretted not listening to Xiaoqing.

If she had not stopped Xiaoqing that day and let Xiaoqing behead Fahai, there would not be the disaster today!
She underestimated Fahai’s determination to subdue the demon.

She was so immersed in Xu Xian’s tenderness and love that she forgot that practitioners were the demons’ greatest enemies.

Her weakness that day caused Xiaoqing’s life and death to remain unknown.

If you come again.
Xiaobai unconsciously revealed a look of pain.

“Amitabha, monks do not tell lies.” Fahai’s face was calm.

He looked at Xiaobai’s face and said calmly, “Xiaoqing is definitely not here with me. I have been recuperating in the temple and have never left.”

“But I might know where she is.”

Xiaobai was stunned.

“Where is she?” Xu Xian said slowly, “You didn’t catch her, but you know her whereabouts. It seems that this matter is related to you as well.”

Fahai pursed his lips.

He said, “She must have been captured by Guanyin Monastery, in the Yellow Wind Valley, 40 miles east of Hangzhou City.”

Xu Xian’s expression changed and he believed Fahai in his heart.

Huangfeng Valley, forty miles east of Hangzhou City, is where the fat monk marked by the white dragon horse is.

Fahai did not lie.

However, why would Fahai help them, and where is Guanyin Temple?
“How do you know it was Guanyin Temple that took Xiaoqing away?” Xiaobai looked puzzled. “What kind of place is Guanyin Temple? How does it compare to your Jinshan Temple?”

She had been in Hangzhou for some time and had never heard of Guanyin Temple.

“I don’t know much about Guanyin Temple either.” Fahai said calmly, “This temple seems to have appeared out of nowhere. The Buddhist disciples nearby don’t know where they came from.”

Little White frowned.

Fahai was the abbot of Jinshan Temple, but even he didn’t know the origin of Guanyin Temple. Could it be that Guanyin Temple emerged from a stone?

“However, I have met Guangzhi from Guanyin Temple.” Fahai paused, “His Buddhist teachings are more profound than mine. I heard him say that Guanyin Temple is planning to arrest you.”

Guangzhi? Xiaobai remembered this name.

She thought that Xiaoqing might have been captured by this monk Guangzhi.

“Master Fahai, thank you very much.”

Xiaobai looked at Fahai’s indifferent face and realized that he might have misunderstood Fahai.

Her tone softened: “If I rescue Xiaoqing from Guanyin Temple, we will definitely come to Jinshan Temple again and donate some incense to the temple.”

“Amitabha.” Fahai said calmly, “Every sip and every bite is predestined.”

After saying that, he turned and walked back to the main hall.

When he came to the abbot, he sat cross-legged and continued to lead the young monks in reciting scriptures.

He has deep eyes and a calm face.

Why help Xiaobai?
Although it was because of Xiaobai’s kindness in letting him go three days ago, there was another equally important factor.

That day, Guangzhi fed him the golden elixir.

When they were in close contact, he sensed a faint demonic aura from Guangzhi.

“Save me, Fahai!”

“He is just like me, too. Ah!”

He thought of the words the tree demon had not finished saying before he died.

What similarities could there be between a demon and a high-level monk?

Fahai’s eyes flickered as he recited the Amitabha Sutra: “The sublime Dharma is profound and subtle, and is hard to encounter in a hundred thousand aeons. I now see and hear it and am able to uphold it. I wish to understand the true meaning of the Tathagata.”

The sound of chanting broke through the shackles of the main hall and merged into the Buddha’s light that was invisible to the naked eye, circling above Jinshan Temple like an inverted golden bowl.

Da-da-da! Da-da-da!

Da da da!
On horseback, Xiaobai hugged Xu Xian’s waist.

The noisy sound of horse hooves seemed to step on her heart. Her face turned pale and her mind was full of bad images. At the moment, Xiaoqing’s life or death was unknown.

She was extremely anxious and wanted to transform into a dragon and rush straight to the Yellow Wind Valley.

But the dragon’s movements were too loud and would inevitably alert the enemy.

The enemy could capture Xiaoqing silently, or it could also capture her silently.

No matter how anxious she was, she couldn’t act rashly.

“My lord, is Xiaoqing okay?” Xiaobai hugged Xu Xian tightly, her eyes so fragile that it made people feel distressed, afraid that if she wasn’t careful, the person in her arms would disappear.

“It will definitely be fine.” Xu Xian said firmly.

He had his back to Xiaobai, his eyes reflecting scenes that shouldn’t have appeared: the chain of majestic temples, the towering golden Buddha statues, the orderly monks in plain clothes, and the dignified and solemn monks.

In a flash, all of this burst like bubbles.

The sky was gloomy and the mountain air was damp and cold.

Thick dark clouds hung over the valley, and the bright moonlight filtered through the clouds, seeping in only a few feet before going no further.

It was pitch dark in the valley.

But in the darkness, there stood a majestic temple, brightly lit.

Red walls, blue tiles, rare animals and carvings.

The sound of the sutras continues, and the lingering sound lingers in the air.

The gate of the temple was open, and monks were walking in the corridor, holding scriptures in their hands with pious expressions. From time to time, someone would look ecstatic, as if they had understood the profound Buddhist principles in the scriptures.

At the edge of the valley, Xu Xian overlooked the entire temple.

“The yin energy is so strong that even the moonlight cannot fall down.”

He observed the situation in the temple and said with interest: “Either there is something extraordinary, or there is a hidden secret, and there is a powerful monster hiding in the temple to pretend that everything is peaceful.”

Judging from his personal experience in exorcising demons, the latter possibility is more likely.

He said thoughtfully: “If the monster uses the name of Buddhism to stir up trouble, I will eliminate it, which can be regarded as helping my senior brother to maintain the reputation of Buddhism.”

After saying that, he flew towards the temple.

It only takes one strike of the sword to raze the entire Guanyin Temple to the ground.

But before that, I have to find out the truth about Guanyin Temple to avoid any misunderstandings and not being able to explain to my senior brother afterwards.

As for Xiaoqing, he had already sensed it.

Full of life.

Even though he had grown into a dragon, he was still captured quietly.

It really brings shame to him as his master.

If he thought about it carefully, swordsmanship and sword techniques were indeed powerful, but they could not be mastered overnight. Perhaps he should find some powerful magic weapons for Xiaoqing?
He thought about it and came to the gate of the temple.

Even the Jinshan Temple would close its doors tightly at night to prevent thieves from breaking in.

But the doors of this temple were wide open.

He stepped in, with the Zhu Xian Sword hanging at his side, not hiding his identity as a cultivator at all.

But the face was blurry and I couldn’t see it clearly no matter what.

He walked straight towards the main hall, and all the monks on the road looked at him in surprise.

Wherever he went, the sound of chanting became weaker.

In front of the main hall, a fat monk stopped him.

“donor.”

Xu Xian looked carefully and found that it was the fat monk who had kidnapped Xiaoqing.

He couldn’t help but smile playfully.

“Donor, you have come to visit me so late at night. Is there something urgent that you want to ask for Buddha’s blessing?” The fat monk looked at the Zhuxian Sword beside Xu Xian. He seemed to realize how powerful the sword was, and his eyes became even more kind.

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