(This is my favorite chapter so far.)

Fan Xian lowered his head and walked towards the side hall. The corner of his eyes fell on the Temple of Heaven in the main hall. He was very curious about who was praying for blessings, which could actually drive the middle-aged master. He knew that the other party's background must be unfathomable, and he just wanted to come to the temple to see it, so there was no need to fight for this leisure, although his name was Fan Xian.

His right hand was still covering his lips and coughed twice from time to time. However, after he used his true qi to travel around his body and abdomen, he confirmed that his body was not substantially damaged. It was just that when the qi reversed, it cracked the fragile membrane between the throat, rather than the lungs or upper bronchus.

He coughed all the way, looking at the blood marks on the white handkerchief, remembering Lin Daiyu, Su Mengpin, Zhou Yu, and Lin Qinnan's many seniors in coughing - cough cough, Lin Qinnan would forget it, not as beautiful as the previous three.

When he reached the side hall, his true energy had already repaired the minor injury. Fan Xian put away his handkerchief with regret, looked back at the Temple of Heaven, and walked into the side hall.

The side hall is a slightly smaller temple, surrounded by a blue stone wall, and there is no one inside. Fan Xian found that he had not seen the legendary ascetic monk, and felt a little disappointed. He walked into the hall casually and was even more disappointed to find that there was no statue of the gods that were common in his previous life.

But when I think about it again, it is normal. Since the offering is heaven, no one knows what this heaven looks like.

In the middle of the temple, there was a scented table. The scented table was extremely wide, with light yellow satin hanging down, hanging to the ground, covering the bluestone slab below.

There is an exquisite porcelain incense burner above the incense table, with three incense burners inserted in the furnace. Most of the incense pillars have been burned, and the room is covered with a calm and pleasant fragrance.

Fan Xian was walking around the hall casually, his eyes flashing through the colorful paintings on the walls. He found that the style of these murals was very similar to oil paintings in later generations, but the gods in the picture, either standing on the top of the mountain, floating on the sea, or sitting on the volcano, had no real appearance, and were slightly blurred and deformed, as if the painter had deliberately arranged this way.

After looking at it, I found that these murals only tell the ancient myths mentioned in the scriptures, including Dayu's flood control and some other things. But Fan Xian looked at it and always had no match for the scriptures.

He shook his head, gave up the idea of ​​finding some answers from here, found a cushion next to the hall, threw it before the incense table, ran down, put his palms together, closed his eyes and looked at the blue smoke rising from the incense burner, his lips moved slightly, and he kept praying.

Fan Xian in his previous life was naturally an atheist. Fan Xian in his current life was a firm theist. This transformation happened naturally. Anyone who encounters such a strange experience as him will probably have the same psychological changes as him.

So he knelt down and prayed very piously, hoping that the vague heaven and the unmarked temple could explain why he came to this world, and at the same time prayed more piously that God could give him a lot of money and a peaceful life.

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The tangible and qualitative blue smoke suddenly scattered, and Fan Xian's ears trembled slightly, as if he heard something. He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at the small porcelain stove shaking slightly on the incense table, and was extremely shocked. Could it be that his seemingly pious but actually absent-minded prayer really made God notice it?

His eyes remained on the wide incense table, and Fan Xian finally found the problem. A gleam flashed in his eyes. He pressed the boots with a hidden dagger with his left hand, and slowly and firmly stretched out his right hand, pulling away Manbu hanging from the under the incense table.

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After Manbu opened it, what caught Fan Xian's eyes was a scene that surprised him.

A girl in a white right-side dress was squatting in a corner under the incense table, looking at Fan Xian in surprise.

The girl's eyes are big and her eyes are very soft, like a quiet lake that is quiet and wants to make people sleep forever. Her facial features are extremely delicate and beautiful, with faint pink skin and long eyelashes, which look like a person in the painting walking out.

Fan Xian was stunned, his eyes stayed on the other person's face, and gradually realized that the girl's forehead was a little big, her nose was a little pointed, and her skin was a little white. The lips seemed to be thicker than ordinary beauties, and there were still many imperfections. However, the combination was combined with a slightly timid expression and a natural shame still made Fan Xian's heart move.

He was moved.

The girl looked at the young man who worshiped the sky curiously and found that the other person's face was so beautiful, clear and slim and dusty than mortals, and even her eyelashes were so long that she couldn't help but stare at her for a few more times.

After reading it, the girl felt something was wrong. A faint red color quickly applied to both sides of her cheeks, and then quickly spread out, even her ears turned red.

But she still couldn't bear to look away and was curious about who was the young man outside, who was so beautiful.

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The temple in a corner of the Qing Temple was quiet, Fan Xian's hand was still holding the veil, his eyes were still on the girl's face, and the girl also mustered up the courage to look at him, just looking at each other, not knowing how long it took, and was still silent.

Fan Xian's gaze gently brushed across the girl's face, and the girl finally couldn't help but lowered her head slowly. Fan Xian's gaze finally fell on the girl's lips, and then she found that the other party's lips were extremely bright.

He looked at him curiously again before discovering the reason, the reason that he had been worried about for a long time afterwards - the girl was holding a greasy chicken leg in her hand, and the oil on her lips was obviously dyed when she gnawed the chicken leg.

Such a pure and beautiful woman in white actually hid under the incense table of Zhuangyanqing Temple and ate chicken legs! This strong contrast made Fan Xian open his mouth wide and couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, there was finally a voice inside and outside the incense table, which was awkward and silent.

"Who are you?"

The beautiful couple spoke at the same time, and even the slightly trembling sound was extremely similar.

When Fan Xian heard the girl's voice for the first time, he felt soft and weak. The feeling was very comfortable, but it made people feel very lost. When his chest was thrust, he actually vomited blood.

"Ah!" The girl was startled when she saw him vomiting blood, but it was not because of fear. Her eyes naturally showed a strong look of pity, as if the pain Fan Xian suffered was in her heart.
Chapter completed!