White Horse Village Group.

　　 This is a group of villages formed by relying on the White Horse Temple.

　　 is said to be a group of villages, but its area is not much more than that of the imperial capital.

"Whee."

　　Children are playing around in the village.

　　Women weave cloth and make clothes, men work in agriculture, and some people are rowing fishing. A net is thrown down, and the fish jumps between the nets. The tail of the fish splashes and sparkles.

　　 Everything looks so simple.

　　 is very different from the Great Qin Emperor. It is like an enlargement of Xiaohuai City, where children can be seen laughing, the old man sitting on the stone and telling anecdotes, gathering children and young men.

On the 　　 bluestone road, people in various costumes also have different forms of cars pulled by cows, horses, and ancient beasts.

　　 There was a quiet and peaceful atmosphere under the noisy noises.

　　 "Huh!" A farmer raised his hoe, and suddenly he saw a handsome white tiger beast in the sky, surprise and curiosity appeared on his sweaty face.

　　 Not only he saw it, old people playing chess under the shade of pine trees, playing children, and vendors selling hot buns. They all noticed the mysterious white tiger in the sky.

　　 "What a handsome white tiger!"

　　 A scholar looked up to the sky, and squinted his eyes in awe.

　　 There are also children who keep jumping, pulling the sleeves of the elders next to them.

　　 For such a scene, none of them are afraid, they are more curious and doubtful.

　　The reason they are not afraid is because this is the village of Baima Temple, sheltered by the Baima Temple, no one dares to make trouble.

"Roar!"

　　 The cat whispered the tiger, and it fell from the sky.

　　 Fang Xuan jumped off Mao Bai.

　　 "I haven't eaten lunch yet, let's go and eat some." The aroma came from the streets and alleys, and the aroma of vegetables flowed through the tip of his nose and aroused Fang Xuan's appetite.

"Oh."

　　 Mao Bai responded softly.

　　 It has not changed back, it still looks majestic and majestic, and it walks proudly and handsomely.

　　Fang Xuan shook his head slightly and chuckles at Mao Bai's cocky fart.

　　 is close to the small restaurant, and you can hear babbles in your ears.

　　 "Go and serve wine to the guest officials by the window!"

　　 "Little Er, I want a pot of warm wine, and two taels of beef, hahaha, today I want to be extravagant."

　　 "Okay, this master wait a minute."

　　 The food in the store is fragrant, and there are four or five tables empty, three small two are busy inside, and the shopkeeper's abacus is crackling.

　　 "Yeah!" After a customer had a bite of noodles, he looked up and was shocked.

　　 A mysterious and tall white tiger appeared outside the door, beside him was a young man with a white gown, a jade crown and a half-beamed hair, and his temples scattered randomly, handsome and elegant in his beauty.

　　 "What does this immortal long want to eat!"

　　 Xiaoer hurried forward and said with a smile.

　　 "Ten-cage steamed buns, one catty of beef, one saltwater duck, and another plate of green vegetables, what kind of wine do you have?" Fang Xuan said some dishes and turned to look at Xiao Er.

　　 "The wine made by our shopkeeper is unique in ten miles and eight townships. What do you think of Xianchang?"

　　 Xiaoer just said with a thumbs up, with pride on his face.

　　 He didn't tell lies, but the facts are.

　　 "Come on a pot."

　　 Fang Xuan smiled.

　　 "Good!" Xiao Er tore off the towel on his shoulders and wiped the nearest table, "Look at this fairy."

　　He was asking Fang Xuan if he was sitting.

　　 "Just here." Fang Xuan smiled easily.

　　 "Good Le, Xianchang, wait a minute, our food will be served soon."

　　 Xiao Er said something, yelling at his throat, and shouted Fang Xuan's dishes to the kitchen.

　　 Fang Xuan looked at Mao Bai beside him, scanned his body, "Are you still like this?"

　　 "Hey, the cat is going to conceal this majestic and domineering body again. What a pity."

　　 Mao Bai shook his head.

　　 As he said, its body gradually became smaller, its aura spread out, and it turned into a chubby orange cat in the blink of an eye.

　　 It jumped to the table by the door.

　　 Soon the dishes came up, Xiao Er was taken aback, and found that the white tiger was missing, only a chubby cat.

　　White tiger, cat?

　　 Xiaoer was puzzled, but didn't say much.

　　 "This is the dish sent by the shopkeeper to Xianchang, not on the account." Xiao Er took out a plate of braised pork.

　　 "Thank the shopkeeper for me."

　　 Fang Xuan smiled.

　　 As he said, he looked at the shopkeeper who also looked over here, and nodded at him.

　　 The shopkeeper hurriedly waved his hand, and immediately signaled the immortal Chang to eat quickly, with a smile on his face.

　　 "The villages of Baima Temple are also strangely dilapidated." Cat Bai sat like a human, holding a piece of beef cross-legged and stuffing it into his mouth, muttering.

In 　　 words, it looks around.

　　 Fang Xuan poured a glass of wine and nodded slightly.

　　 Most of the villages sheltered by the White Horse Temple are mortals, or ordinary warriors, and these people gather slowly.

　　 Dilapidated wasteland Except for certain areas such as Daqin, mortals have a difficult life. There are reasons for class, as well as the threat of external ferocious beasts and animals, and there are also reasons for the cultivators and demons who do not take human lives seriously.

　　 It is not as easy as imagined to live in this world.

The 　　 village group is a rare piece of paradise.

　　 It’s just that this paradise has changed many years ago.

　　 There were cultivators here in the past years, but because the White Horse Temple was gradually declining, and the potential threat that was always present, some cultivators left, leaving only these ordinary warriors and mortals.

　　 Baima Temple has sheltered many people, saying that it has nourished the land and water.

　　 After so many years, such a marvelous scene has been formed, ordinary pure land, peaceful and comfortable.

　　 Maobai stared at the smiling busy people, the warriors walking by the bluestone, and the groups of children.

　　 It sighed slightly and murmured, "It's a pity that it won't last long."

　　 Remember the death of the dust, not only the Baima Temple will be buried with them, but even these people will die with them, and peace is not there, only the human tragedy is left.

　　 Fang Xuan pulled out a pair of chopsticks from the chopstick holder.

　　 "If you really let them go, they won't go." A soft whisper sounded.

　　 Cat Bai obliquely looks.

　　 It did not reply, but ate a meat bun.

　　 "Mortal things, I don't know why you like to eat or spiritual food is better."

　　 Fang Xuan suddenly smiled.

　　 He set up a piece of beef and chewed it in his mouth.

　　 The cat rolled his eyes, grabbed another meat bun and continued to eat.

　　 half an hour later.

　　 A table of food was exhausted.

　　 Mao Bai is used to picking his teeth, and the cat's tail shakes, "I don't have enough to eat, why don't you call me some more?"

　　"It's time to go to the White Horse Temple~lightnovelpub.net~ Fang Xuan shook his head and summoned his junior to checkout.

　　 After putting down two white spirit stones.

　　 Fang Xuan walked out.

　　 Mao Bai jumped up, and Fang Xuan's left shoulder was hanging behind his back.

　　 "Give too much, too much!" Xiao Er yelled behind.

　　Waiting for him to go out, Fang Xuan and Mao Bai disappeared on the bluestone road long ago.

　　 Xiaoer scratched his head and looked around the streets, "Why didn't you see Le after a short while, I walked so fast."

the other side.

　　 The cat was hanging behind Fang Xuan's back, and its eyeballs stared at Fang Xuan's left ear.

　　Fang Xuan's little gourd earrings is more accurate.

　　 Its eyes shook with the gourd, back and forth...

　　 Touch it? Touch it.

　　 Mao Bai thinks about this all the time.

　　 After all, the cat's paw couldn't help being tempted. It wanted to touch it. This little gourd earring instinctively felt extraordinary.

　　 "Does this donor come to offer incense?"

　　 suddenly, a voice interrupted Mao Bai's thoughts.

　　 In front of its line of sight, a tower with a thousand-story high temple stands, the light of Buddha is lingering, and the sound of Buddha is heard from it.

　　 The surrounding temples of the Buddha are close to the towers, the temple incense is full of incense, the musk is hidden in the wind and floats into the distance, the wooden fish knocks thousands of times, but it does not feel noisy.

　　It is vaguely visible that there are monks chanting Buddhist scriptures in the temples and towers.

　　 does not look like a monk at first glance, but more like thousands of Buddhas, with a dignified treasure and a Pudu world.

Do not know why.

　　 After approaching the temple, my heart is unconsciously calm, there is a kind of peace and tranquility.

　　 A monk put his hands together and smiled kindly.

　　He is talking to Fang Xuan.

　　 White Horse Temple is here...

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