Everyone wants to survive, the left eye detects and the right eye kills

After surviving the bloody rain, in front of Fang Tian was an ancient temple.

This is an ancient temple located in a valley and surrounded by dense forests.

The architectural style of the temple is simple and solemn, but the traces of time have been deeply imprinted on every brick and stone.

The door of the temple is open, and three words are written on the brand new plaque - Bei Xin Temple.

Fang Tian glanced around and found no one. Only a Zhike monk stood at the door of the temple, so he walked straight over.

Compared with the age of the building, the door of this temple has been painted with brand new vermilion paint, and the door nails on the door are also shining golden. It seems that it has been recently renovated.

Zhike Monk is a young monk in his twenties and thirties, wearing a brand new monk's robe. He has a low eyebrow and a sad face, and he does not have the freedom and ease of a monk.

Seeing Fang Tian approaching, the Zhike monk also stepped forward and whispered: "Donor, please stay."

Fang Tian stopped and said with a smile: "Master, I want to go in and burn incense and worship Buddha."

The monk who knew the guest put his hands together and saluted: "Donor, this temple is different from ordinary temples. In the Main Hall, a wishing conference will be held soon. If you want to participate, you must first obtain the consent of the abbot of this temple. Or you can wait two hours for the wishing conference to end. enter."

Fang Tian only had an hour, so he could only reply: "In that case, I'll trouble you master to lead the way and take me to see the abbot of your temple."

"Please come with me."

Fang Tian followed the Zhike monk into the temple. After passing the front hall, he bypassed the Main Hall and followed the path beside the wall.

In the main hall, although it was quiet, it could be seen that the incense was in full swing, and it was obvious that many people were preparing to participate in the so-called Pure Heart Conference.

Inside the temple, the stone pavement has become dilapidated after years of erosion, but many stone slabs have been replaced with brand new bluestone slabs.

Stepping on the weeds and dead leaves on the ground, Fang Tian tentatively asked: "Master, I'm from out of town. What's so magical about your temple's wish-fulfilling conference?"

Unexpectedly, the monk immediately answered Fang Tian's questions eloquently.

It turns out that this temple has been here for many years. Since it was built in a sparsely populated valley, it has not been very popular.

But a year ago, a traveling merchant who passed by by chance had been confused because he had recently lost his mother. When he passed by this place, he wanted to come in and pray to Buddha for peace of mind.

But after coming in and having a heart-to-heart talk with the abbot here, the abbot actually used his great magical powers and used Buddhist teachings to let the foot trader see his dead mother.

After this incident, the hunter was relieved of his regrets, and he had a profound enlightenment. Not only did he get rid of his gloom, but his financial fortune also got better and better, and later he even made a fortune.

After getting rich, this businessman repaid his kindness. Not only did he invest in rebuilding the temple and remodeling his golden body, but he also publicized the boundless Dharma of the abbot of the temple everywhere.

When the nearby villagers heard this, they all came to worship.

Seeing that all living beings were suffering, the abbot also showed great kindness. Not only did he recruit many disciples, he also held a prayer meeting on time every night to help the villagers resolve their regrets and change their fortunes.

This Zhike monk was ordained and became a monk here recently.

However, recently, a group of heretics have come and often make lies and deceive the public at the Vow-Making Assembly, thus destroying the Vow-Making Assembly.

Therefore, in desperation, the abbot announced that only those who truly wanted to seek help from Buddhism could participate in the conference only after his preliminary screening.

Fang Tian was stunned for a moment after hearing these words.

The previous main missions and mission clues all required him to observe carefully and patiently explain.

Why was it that he just casually asked about this task and the monk explained it all?

But soon, Fang Tian understood that it seemed to be his title of savior.

This is good, it can save a lot of time.

It seems that the mission this time is to protect the wishing conference, right?

If nothing unexpected happens, with his arrival, those so-called infidels should start to attack this place with force.

Thinking of this, Fang Tian had a headache.

He is not afraid of fighting the BOSS, but he is afraid of fighting the BOSS and protecting the villagers at the same time.

Needless to say, once a villager is killed, the mission rating will definitely be reduced.

We must seize the time and fully gain the abbot's trust after passing the abbot's assessment. When the time comes, try to let the abbot lead the villagers to retreat in advance!

Soon, Zhike Monk took Fang Tian outside a small quiet room.

After gently knocking on the door, an old monk wearing a brand new cassock, kind-faced, with white eyebrows and beard opened the door.

"Abbott, there are donors who have come from afar and want to participate in the wish meeting."

The abbot frowned: "But the wish-making conference is about to begin..."

Fang Tian quickly said: "Abbott, this is a rare occasion for me to come. Please let me participate. If necessary, I can help you resist the troublesome heretics."

The abbot then looked at Fang Tian. After one glance, he looked surprised: "Is this donor a survivor?"

Fang Tian nodded.

The abbot smiled and said, "In that case, please come in, donor."

The monk Zhike bowed and left, and the abbot introduced Fang Tian into the quiet room.

Fang Tian looked around for a moment. It was a very simple small house. Apart from a shabby single bed and old tables and chairs, there was nothing else in it. There was even a lot of dust in the room.

"Abbott, is this your residence?"

The abbot nodded slightly and said with a smile: "It's too simple and makes the donor laugh."

Fang Tian quickly clasped his hands in salute and flattered him: "As an abbot, his residence is so simple. It seems that the abbot is indeed a godly man with great wisdom and great cultivation!"

The abbot waved his hand slightly: "A monk should be like this. Those things outside of the body are like floating clouds."

After a few words of greeting, the abbot said: "The donor wants to participate in the wish meeting. Does he have any unresolved wishes? Or is it because he is worried about his deceased relatives and cannot let go?"

Fang Tian was stunned for a moment, then said: "Does the abbot understand us survivors?"

The abbot said slowly: "I don't know much, I just know that you are coming from a very far away place."

Fang Tian smiled and said, "That's right. I came here alone. My parents are both in my hometown. I miss my parents very much, but I can't go home in a short time. I heard that your temple's wish-granting meeting has miraculous effects, so I wanted to try it. , to comfort me from missing my relatives."

The abbot nodded: "In that case, I must first understand the current situation of your parents before I can prescribe the right medicine."

As he spoke, he reached into his arms, took out a stick of incense and lit it.

There was no wind in the room, and a wisp of white smoke drifted straight to the roof.

"Donor, please put your hands together."

Hearing what the abbot said, Fang Tian couldn't help but feel moved in his heart.

What he just said was just to complete the mission.

Although he did miss his parents, he felt that the NPCs in these missions could not really help him.

But looking at the abbot's confident appearance, could it be that he really had a way to know the current situation of his parents?

After Fang Tian, ​​who was feeling anxious, did as he was told, the abbot inserted the incense between the middle fingers of his hands.

"Donors, please put aside distracting thoughts and think about your parents with your heart, so that you can find out how they are doing."

Hearing this, Fang Tian took a deep breath and seriously missed his parents.

Soon, a change occurred.

The wisp of white smoke floating towards the roof suddenly turned black and no longer rose. Instead, it rolled strangely in mid-air, surrounding it and forming a strange pattern!

The abbot sighed: "Donor, your parents have both passed away..."