Chapter 71 Temple, Ants, Booklets

Things that are not practiced by people do not mean that they have mastered this thing... they are not humans. It can only mean that the great emperor of Qingguo has cultivated an extremely firm and far beyond ordinary heart for the desire in his heart. Fan Xian sat beside the bed of Sigujian, thinking about this, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of looking up at the mountains. Although the mountain is not necessarily so beautiful that it can be approached, it is just as high and far, and it is directly between the white clouds, which makes people move.

He took a deep breath, rubbed the corners of his eyes that were sour, and said softly in a low voice: "In terms of talent, Haitang is enough, Shisanlang is enough, and in terms of diligence, I don't think I'm worse than anyone else. But now, I still don't see any chance for later generations to take that step. Why is this?"

"Don't ask me." After the annoying curse, Sigu Jian slowly closed his tired eyes, his voice hoarse, and he said intermittently: "I'm just thinking that all of us are dead, and only you, the emperor, are left in this world, and he must be lonely."

After a moment of silence, Sigu Jian suddenly continued to say sarcastically: "I'm afraid he will start to feel lonely on Dadong Mountain."

The faint sarcasm at the corner of his lips was not sure whether it was against Emperor Qing or himself. At this moment, Fan Xian suddenly said very seriously: "I want to confirm something, Ye Liuyun...has he really left the mainland?"

After pondering for a long time, Sigu Jian slowly moved his jaw with difficulty.

Fan Xian took a deep breath and said, "It's okay to do that."

Sigu Jian closed his eyes and said, "It seems that this time you came back to Qing, you finally know something and decided something."

Fan Xian was not surprised that this great master was able to judge these emotions hidden in his heart from his words and emotions. After all, the other party was not a real idiot. He said with a smile: "It's not raining, he has to carry an umbrella. It's always good to be prepared or not."

"Where is Wuzhu?" Sigu Jian pointed out the essence of the problem immediately.

Fan Xian did not directly answer his question, but instead asked: "What do you know about the temple?"

As soon as these words came out, Sigujian knew Wuzhu's whereabouts, and a rare peaceful smile appeared on his face, saying, "The Temple? It's just a dead thing, don't worry too much... Even if the martial arts practiced by your emperor were passed on from the temple, so what? The Temple will never personally help him."

Fan Xian was not very sure about this. After all, many years ago, the temple seemed to have heard Emperor Qing's prayer and sent an envoy to transfer Wu Zhu Uncle from Kyoto. Now, Wu Zhu Uncle went to the temple and what kind of ending would it end? It seems that it has the most fundamental and far-reaching impact on the general trend in the world.

Sigu Jian closed his eyes. He seemed to be able to feel the deep worries and slight fear in Fan Xian's heart. After a while of silence, he said, "The temple... is actually just a temple, not a real god."

Fan Xian felt aroused and asked, "Have you been to the temple?"

"I'm not a pervert like Ku He and Shawn. How could I go to a place where birds don't poop?" Sigu Jian frowned. Obviously, the thoughts in his heart did not match the tone of this sentence. "Besides... I don't know where the temple is."

"But." He continued: "You have to figure out one thing. If someone really comes to the temple, you must eliminate the traces of your mother's staying in the world. Then the inner treasury should have disappeared long ago and you should have died."

Fan Xian was silent, thinking that this judgment was correct.

"Of course, we can also judge that the temple has indeed sent an envoy to the world." Sigu Jian suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes calmed down, "But don't forget that Wuzhu, the wood, is also one of the envoys in the temple. Since he can protect your mother and your peace, this only shows that the envoys from the temple are not as powerful as you imagined."

Fan Xian raised his eyebrows, and then thought of the words Uncle Wu Zhu said many years ago.

"There are not many people in the family anymore."

Does this sentence mean that the temple has fallen and has nothing to affect the ability of the world? Why did Uncle Wu Zhu go back? Of course, if all this is as he guessed, Fan Xian would be happy to accept this situation. After all, facing an emperor like a mountain, he has already put pressure on him, and a temple outside the world will really damage his confidence to the lowest point.

"Well... you sent Sean back to Northern Qi back then, and your mother and Wu Zhu were both people who came out of the temple. Don't you want to go back to the temple to see what the place that pretends to be a ghost is like?" Sigu Jian opened his eyes and looked at Fan Xian steadily, as if he wanted to see his true thoughts, which was also like a temptation.

Fan Xian was slightly stunned when he heard this, then laughed, looking back at him and said, "If I have the chance, I would still be willing to go and see it, but it is based on the guarantee of life. But you... If you say such words at this time, I guess you are curious?"

Sigu Jian is the ultimate power of human beings and is also an acquaintance with Wuzhu. He knows vaguely where the power level of the temple is. Therefore, he does not have the awe and worship that surges from the depths of his heart for that illusory temple like those ordinary people in the world.

He is a great master, and his strength is enough to compete with the characters in the temple. Therefore, when talking about the temple, his tone is not very respectful, but instead he has a special indifference and disdain.

But people are curious, and the Grand Master is no exception, especially a dying Grand Master, who is indifferent to everything in the world, but he still maintains curiosity and desire to spy on that temple.

After all, in this world, only Sean and Kuhe have been to the temple, and these two old men are dead. Perhaps Ye Qingmei and Wuzhu are from the temple, but Ye Qingmei is also dead, Wuzhu set out on the way home.

The secret of the Tianwai Temple is still the biggest secret in the world. Sigu Jian looked at Fan Xian, and a strange look was hidden in his calm eyes. He knew that the only person who could know where the temple was now should be the young man in front of him.

"I know it from Sean. Uncle Wuzhu has always had a bad memory, and I believe you know it too." Fan Xian said softly: "The temple is in the extreme north. After passing through the Beiqi Tianguan, it will take several months to travel on the frozen snowfield until the place where it is all day and night. If you are lucky, you can see a magnificent and quiet black and blue building. That... it is the temple."

Sigu Jian became silent. Before death came, he finally knew where the temple was. He seemed to have gotten what he wanted and should be calm. However, the thin body under the thick quilt obviously exuded a faint melancholy aura.

"It turns out that in the extreme north, there is no sunshine all day long. Is it the underworld?" Sigu Jian's eyes were like an ancient well, slowly waving with old fine lines, and sighed and said, "It turns out that it is not a part of the world. I yearn for it, my heart yearns for it."

"Well..." Fan Xian narrowed his eyes. Looking at the thin face under the quilt, he suddenly found that some kind of brilliance gradually bloomed on the face. Could it be that he knew the location of the temple and caused the dying master to suddenly have some obsession?

Fan Xian did not explain what extreme day and what extreme night are. These do not belong to the concept of this world, and there is no need to say it out loud to make people feel a headache. Since Sigujian is willing to think that the temple is not a part of the world, perhaps this understanding will allow the great master to maintain his concept of this world.

"... I yearn for it." Sigu Jian exclaimed: "I thought that if the matter of Dadongshan could be completed smoothly, I would go to the ends of the world and find the temple."

"Everyone is curious about unknown things." Fan Xian can understand this emotion very well.

Sigu Jian narrowed his eyes slightly, and stabbed the roof like a cold sword. Shasheng said, "I just want to see if the sword in my hand can be used to demolish the ruined temple."

Demolition of the temple!

After Fan Xian was stunned, countless complex emotions arose in his heart. He thought that the Sigujian was just like Kuhe Shane back then. He was willing to go to that temple outside the sky. He satisfied the desire to explore the unknown in the origin of every life. He did not expect that this great master actually wanted to challenge the temple!

He took a sword behind him, walked on the snowy field, met the green mountains, entered the thick gate, pointed to the vague temple, and killed all the people in the clouds.

How heroic and heroic this is. If the incident in Dadongshan was like Kuhe and Sigujian design, the world would be very stable, and Sigujian would be tired of it in this world, and I am afraid that it would really embark on the way of heaven, and the synonym for the way of heaven in this world is naturally the temple.

Thinking of that scene, as calm as Fan Xian, he couldn't help but feel a little moved. But he knew that all this had ended with the Emperor's punch in the King's Way on Dadong Mountain. He would have been looking at the sword for a lifetime. I was afraid that I would not be able to reach the temple, nor could I point the sword at the temple.

This is indeed a regret.

"Will you go to the temple?" Sigu Jian suddenly stared at Fan Xian's eyes and asked.

"I don't know much about the temple, and naturally I don't have any big disgust." Fan Xian had seen many shameless religions in his previous life. In comparison, the world-wide temple of Qingguo is far away from nine days and rarely interferes in the world. This style makes Fan Xian more recognized, and because of its mysteriousness, Fan Xian really can't develop too much resistance.

"The temple does not do things in the world?" Sigu Jian said with a smile: "Then how did your mother come out? How did the world change? Why is Emperor Qing the current Emperor Qing? Maybe those people in the temple who are tall and above are really just watching all this coldly, but we are growing on this continent, why should they watch our lives?"

“This feeling is very bad.”

"This reminds me of many years ago, under the big green tree, watching the ants move and the ants fight." Sigu Jian said coldly: "But I am not an ant, I don't like being watched."

Fan Xian said after a long time of silence: "If one day in the future, I will go to the temple, I will carry your ashes."

Sigu Jian closed his eyes and said, "There have never been a few words of what you say."

Fan Xian suddenly realized that the grandmaster spoke like a child, and couldn't help laughing: "I'm not a god of killing the world like you. I don't have the courage and strength to kill the gods. If it weren't forcing me to force me, of course I wouldn't want to go to the temple to perish myself."

After a moment of pause, Fan Xian scratched his head and said, "Of course, who knows what's going on in the future? If one day I scatter your ashes on the stone steps of the temple to hurt the fairy's feet, it would be considered your wish."

Sigu Jian said, "When you burn in the next few days, you can't make the fire too strong. There are not many bones on my body. If they are all burned into powder, it will be a big fuck. You have to leave some big joints."

Fan Xianying said: "This is indeed something to pay attention to."

There was a great fear between life and death, so in this fear, Sigu Jian and Fan Xian smiled and talked about the funeral, the remains, the size of the fire, where to return, the atmosphere was relaxed, but Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a sense of inexplicable sadness.

The evening sun has sunken most of the time, and the sea breeze passes by the city, and it breezes through thousands of miles, and goes straight into the depths of the thatched cottage, causing the wind to be moved outside the Jianlujing. Thousands of swords in the big pit move at the same time, making a sound that makes people feel moved.

Sigu Jian turned his head with great difficulty, his eyes flew over Fan Xian's shoulders, and looked at the long-legged mosquito in the corner of the wall that was already in the late stage of life, unable to eat, unwilling to fly away, and persistent and idiotic, falling into a long silence.

Fan Xian sat beside him, suddenly bent down and whispered the story of Shijia Village in his ear. Shijia Village is located between the Dongyi of Northern Qi and Dongyi. If he really wants to grow in the future, it cannot be separated from the strong support of Jianlu. The existence of Shijia Village will inevitably bring great benefits to Dongyi City.

However, beyond Fan Xian's expectations, Sigu Jian heard that the Ye family was preparing to open a second battlefield in Dongyi City, his expression remained calm and unchanged. He just stared at the corner of the wall, as if he didn't care what Dongyi City would look like after his death.

For a moment, Fan Xian thought that he had wrongly judged Sigu Jian's intention before his death, and he had taught him the most important intention.

At this moment, Sigu Jian said, "There is a booklet under my pillow. Kuhe gave it to me from Qingshan before he died. I asked me to give it to you. I can't understand the things on the booklet. I hope you can understand it."
Chapter completed!