Chapter 110 The name of the temple, the shadow of the human

"For the people of the world, please rest in peace."

Hearing this in the rain, Fan Xian couldn't stop laughing, not exaggeratingly. The half-clear face exposed outside the hat, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of disdain and a hint of absurdity. This was his most real inner reaction. Maybe even he never thought that when he entered the Qing Temple in the rain, he would actually meet these ascetic monks, and the temperament displayed by these ascetic monks was so strange.

What is a temple? Few people in the world know that the only one who knows about the misty place is undoubtedly Fan Xian who accompanied Sean's death. In the days after his rebirth, he not only guessed this issue once, but he had never fundamentally revealed it. Fan Xian knew a lot of sacrifices, monks or monks who served the temple in this world, and the most famous one was undoubtedly the Northern Qi national teacher, the head of Tianyidao, and Master Kuhe. However, even Master Kuhe, I think he never thought that he had inherited the will of the temple and had to punish the people for his hard work.

But the ascetic monks in the rain in front of them were extremely serious and determined to say such words, and Fan Xian couldn't help but sneer.

"Why must I rest in peace, not others rest in peace?" Fan Xian slowly lowered the smile on his face, looked at the monks around him and asked calmly: "If there is really a god in the world, I believe that in his eyes, all living beings must be equal. Since that is the case, why do you target me? Could it be that the monks serving the temple... are they just rats who bully the weak and fear the strong?"

These sarcastic words obviously had no effect on the ascetic monks. They still knelt calmly around Fan Xian, looking as if worshiping him, but the pure aura that had already condensed into one had firmly controlled Fan Xian's figure in the field.

"It's not difficult to let me enter the palace to apologize. But I need an explanation. Why is the sinner me?" Fan Xian slowly pulled off the rain hat with his collar. He let the faint raindrops flow slowly down his smooth black hair, and said seriously: "I didn't know that you, who are unknown, are such fanatics. I can understand the meaning you didn't say, is nothing more than to unify the world, eliminate the uneasiness and war that has lasted for decades, and allow the people to seek a happy life... But I don't understand, why do you judge that man? You will be able to perfectly practice your hopes and implement the temple's will?"

Fan Xian turned around slightly, and then felt the solemn aura around him like a living thing, deflecting, very smooth and smooth, without a trace of stagnation, nor a trace of holes to exploit the floor. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and he really didn't expect that these ascetic monks could really integrate the realm of individual power to form such a powerful force.

Perhaps this is why His Majesty the Emperor recalled these ascetic monks who looked dull and were fanatical in their hearts to Kyoto during this period.

Since the first step to entering the Qing Temple, Fan Xian would have reacted immediately if he wanted to get rid of the siege of these ascetic monks. However, he had missed the opportunity and was trapped in the siege. This may be because he underestimated the power of the ascetic monks. But to a greater extent, it was because he wanted to talk to these ascetic monks, so that he could learn something that he wanted to know based on these conversations, such as why the ascetic monks in Qing Temple helped Emperor Qing to support Emperor Qing, completely disregarding the exploitation of the imperial palace over the years, and... Is His Majesty the Emperor and the vague temple related to the vain temple?

In the rain, more than a dozen ascetic monks changed their kneeling posture to sitting cross-legged, and still stood in the middle. Their faces were dull, as if they were no longer lingered by external things. After a long period of silence, perhaps these ascetic monks still hoped that Mr. Fan could be convinced by him, so the Qing Kingdom, which was about to unify the country, would fall into turmoil, so a voice rang directly in front of Fan Xiandi.

A monk put his hands together, and the raindrops hung on his weak eyelashes. He said leisurely: "Your Majesty is a person who has apocalypse. We walkers should help Your Majesty unify the world and benefit all the people."

"Apocalypse? When?" Fan Xian held his hands behind his back, his face remained unchanged, staring at the old face of the ascetic monk. He easily saw that these ascetic monks were not young at all.

"Decades ago." A voice sounded from behind Fan Xian's side and answered very blurredly. However, Fan Xian narrowed his eyes slightly and began to think quickly.

"A messenger conveyed the meaning of the temple to you?" Fan Xian asked.

"Yes." This time the answer was another ascetic. He answered neatly and without any delay. However, this answer made Fan Xian narrow his eyes even more powerful.

The temple occasionally has messengers patrolling the world, which itself is one of the biggest secrets of this continent. If he had not grown up next to Uncle Wu Zhu since childhood, he had learned so many secrets from Sean Chen Pingping, and he could not ask these words. However... these ascetic monks were not surprised when they heard the word messenger from Fan Xian. It seemed that they had long expected that Fan Xian knew some secrets of the temple, but this incident surprised Fan Xian.

"But the great priest died, Sanshi was also dead, and your companions on Dadong Mountain... were all dead." Fan Xian continued to speak calmly, but even Qiuyu could not hide the viciousness and ridicule in his tone.

"Who will never die?"

"Then why don't you die?"

"Because your Majesty still needs us."

"It sounds like you guys are very much like the girls in my house."

The atmosphere in the temple in the rain was very wonderful. Fan Xian kept asking questions calmly and continuously, but the ascetics sitting around him answered the questions separately, answering calmly and orderly, and spoke in turn. Sixteen people in the field, as if only one answered.

Fan Xian's heart gradually subsided. It seemed that these strange ascetic monks had practiced hard for many years. The art of mutual communication had reached a certain powerful state, and what made him even more cold was the information about the temple messengers.

The last time the temple envoy came to the world was naturally the fifth year of Qingli. The envoy landed from the south and learned the customs and habits of human society like a beast along the way. In the process of this habit, many people in the southern prefectures and counties of Qingguo died at the hands of this envoy. Perhaps it was just a habitual indifference to life, or perhaps it was the envoy who wanted to cover up his existence. In short, the Thirteenth Yamen of the Ministry of Justice paid a great price and could not touch a corner of the clothes of a mysterious envoy.

At that time, the Qing Dynasty court only regarded this person as a murderer with great martial arts skills, but did not know his true identity, so the Ministry of Justice later asked the Supervision Bureau for help. Yan Bingyun was cautious and borrowed Tiger Guard from Fan Xian.

However, before the Supervision Bureau had time to take action, the temple envoy had already arrived in Kyoto and came to the alley next to Fan Mansion. He was intercepted by Wu Zhu at a noodle stall.

After a war between the Grandmaster of Commons, the temple envoy was killed and Wuzhu was seriously injured and disappeared since then. He was recuperated on Dadong Mountain for several years. The remains of the temple envoy were burned at...Qing Temple.

Fan Xian's eyes looked through the rain curtain and towards the deserted plaza behind the Qing Temple. His eyes were slightly cold, thinking about the scene where His Majesty and the Great Priest looked at the temple envoy in the fire that day. For a moment, he didn't know how to speak.

The Qingmiao Grand Sacrifice has been preaching in the swamped wilderness in the southern part of Qing State in previous years, but it happened to be that the temple envoy returned to the capital shortly before entering the capital. Then, shortly after the envoy merged into the fire, he died of serious illness.

Is this a coincidence? Of course not, at least Fan Xian didn't believe it. The temple envoy was born after he learned about the injury of Uncle Wu Zhu and the temple envoy came to the world. It took him a long time to find out that he had only found out here. But at least it proved that His Majesty the Emperor must have reached some kind of agreement with the envoy from the temple through the high sacrifice of the temple.

In the fifth year of Qingli, His Majesty the Emperor hoped to use his illegitimate son as bait to lure the temple envoy and Wu Zhu Shu to die together, but he did not achieve his goal. In order to bury this matter and to prevent Fan Xian from knowing about it, the great priest... must die.

Fan Xian withdrew his gaze and looked at the ascetic monks in front of him. He naturally thought of the so-called apocalypse and the will conveyed by the so-called temple envoy. That envoy must be the one who came to Qing Kingdom twenty-two years ago.

Now it seems that the envoy not only transferred Uncle Wuzhu from Kyoto, but also reached some kind of cooperation with the emperor on behalf of the vague temple.

The emperor cooperated with the temple? Fan Xian frowned. The first cooperation killed Ye Qingmei, and the second cooperation almost killed Uncle Wu Zhu... Everything was actually very clear. The only thing is unclear, just why did the temple that nominally did not interfere in the world make such a choice in the world.

At this time, the ascetic monks who besieged Fan Xian in the Qing Temple were already a little old. More than twenty years ago, they had learned the will of the temple. In addition to ecstasy, they devoted themselves to serving Emperor Qing's achievements. During these twenty years, they had traveled among the people and spread the education of goodness..., eating and drinking, living a hard but happy life, and at the same time... they must also be secret spies for the emperor.

Now Dongyi City has been subdued, civil strife has been quelled, Chen Pingping is dead, the weather is good, the people are peaceful, the country is rich and the soldiers are strong, the strength of the Qing Kingdom has reached its peak, except for Fan Xian, there seems to be no more that Emperor Qing can stop the pace of unifying the world, so these ascetic monks returned to Kyoto and prepared to welcome that dazzling moment.

Therefore, the ascetics wanted to persuade Fan Xian to forget his personal grudges for this great cause, for the sake of justice in the world, and forgot his sadness alone.

Fan Xian stood alone in the rain. Although the rain was subtle, it still gradually wet his clothes. These ascetics told him frankly about their actions over the past twenty years and explained the secrets hidden behind the history of Qing Kingdom, because they sincerely wanted to persuade him, and to use the will of the temple, the surrender of the people, and the trend of the general trend to convince Fan Xian not to be enemies with His Majesty the Emperor.

Because Your Majesty is the wise ruler of heaven and the common ruler of the world.

"It's all nonsense." Fan Xian shook his head helplessly, wiped the rain on his face, looked at the monks around him who begged him hard, and said, "What does this have to do with me? I am just a minister of Your Majesty... No, I am just a gangster now. I think no one in the world will think that I will affect the general trend of the world. If you have to force me into the palace or bet me into the soil, are you a little overreacting?"

The ascetic monks looked at each other and saw the prudence and determination in their eyes. Naturally, they did not believe what Fan Xian said. One of them looked at Fan Xian and said sincerely: "Because you... are her son."

Fan Xian was silent and finally knew how the big battle in the Qing Temple came today. If the ascetic monks in the Qing Temple loyally served the temple and regarded His Majesty as the leader of the Heavenly Skills, there was no doubt that Ye Qingmei. This little girl who escaped from the temple and once stole a lot of things in the temple was of course their biggest enemy. Perhaps these ascetic monks did not understand the inside story, nor did they need to understand the inside story. They only needed the temple envoy who had more than 20 years ago to set the nature of Ye Qingmei's behavior, and they were deeply afraid of the woman who dared to despise the temple.

This fear continued until more than twenty years later and continued to Fan Xian.

"What will Your Majesty think if you kill me?" Fan Xian asked with a smile: "I think he must be reluctant to see his son die at the hands of you charlatans. I am very worried about you."

All the monks chanted in unison, showing a firm look on their faces. No one responded, but the meaning expressed was very clear, for the purpose they were pursuing. Even if His Majesty the Emperor killed them all, they would leave Fan Xian here forever.

"I've heard what I want to hear." Fan Xian raised his lips and said sarcastically: "I think if I promise you to enter the palace, I guess you won't be relieved, and you will put any restrictions on me. Of course, I can just slander it, so it's okay to agree first, at least it seems that I can save my life."

"It's just that you miscalculated something." Fan Xian looked at them and said coldly: "I believe in the existence of the temple more than you, but because of this, I will not be scared to the point of being weak when I hear the name of the temple. Just like you, kneeling in the rain."

A monk sighed deeply, and said compassionately: "A person must always be respected in heaven and earth."

"Your Majesty once said this to me." Fan Xian lowered his head slightly, thinking to himself, but the Emperor obviously had no awe in anything. Temple? Envoy? I am afraid that these existences that seem to be vague and terrifying to the eyes of mortals are just a kind of power that can be used in the eyes of His Majesty.

"Respect the heaven and earth, but not the will of others." Fan Xian said: "About this, you should learn from Master Kuhe."

The ascetics were slightly stunned, not understanding what this meant. However, they saw Fan Xian floating in the middle!

Fan Xian floated up in the subtle autumn rain, and his cloth shirt was slowly supported by the true energy. He was like a ruthless and moodless bird, and suddenly rushed towards the outer edge of the Qing Temple!

Without any warning, Fan Xian's body was pulled by an invisible long rope, drifting towards the gate of Qing Temple. His speed in the air was extremely fast and his body was particularly gentle. He was walking through the rain, like a swift, rolling and floating away in the wind and rain.

However, his body only swept out five feet away, and he felt an extremely thick wall of air coming towards him.

The moment Fan Xian took action, more than a dozen ascetic monks moved at the same time. One ascetic monk put the arm of another ascetic monk and hummed silently, throwing his companions around him out, and exerting them smoothly in six or seven consecutive movements. It seemed that their intentions had already been connected, and these movements were not at all stagnant.

The formation of these ascetic monks was an irregular circle. When they met each other, they were quickly thrown towards the direction of the main gate of Qingmiao. In the air, their hands did not take off, and led the ascetic monks below to sweep at the same time.

Like a wave.

The irregular circle formed by more than a dozen ascetic monks at this moment, forming a whole, flipped in the drizzle air, rose into the air, and passed through the quickly flying Fan Xian's body with the wave-like aura, and put him in the circle again.

A circle flipped over in the air and fell to the ground. It was still a circle. Fan Xian was still in the middle of the circle. After the lightning flash, the rain was still falling like this. The situation between the fields still seemed to have not changed at all.

Except for everyone, they moved about seven feet away to the direction of the main entrance of Qingmiao, and then the ascetics did not give Fan Xian any chance to attack first. They chanted in unison, and countless pairs of palms with majestic true energy and firm aura patted Fan Xian's body!

The ascetics did not know what secret method to practice the land, but they could really achieve the same mind. They perfectly merged their own realities together. These countless palms slapped over them, like a shining god. In an instant, countless divine hands were born, and they wanted to eliminate the demons in front of them indifferently and ruthlessly.

All the spaces around Fan Xian were covered by the palm shadows that covered the sky and rain, like a large net falling down, and there was no missing loophole at all. This is the so-called harmonious beauty. When it reaches the extreme, it will reach the extreme danger.

The air wall rushed towards him. Fan Xian forced his body to twist in the air, forcibly absorbing every inch of his skin around him, and could sense the flow of air. The two large circles were forcibly destroyed, and his body was forced to fall to the ground, but his toes were directly wet. The domineering true energy gathered in his fist, and he punched towards the most powerful point in the thick air wall.

At the moment when he was forced to reconcile the momentum of harmony, Fan Xian deeply smelled the danger. He broke into the Kyoto Dharma Field eight days ago. He stabbed a monk to death and shook another one. At that time, he also paid the price of receiving three palms. However, it was obvious that the monks on the Dharma Field that day did not show their strongest power.

Fan Xian knew where these ascetic monks were powerful. They could perfectly assemble their personal power into a whole. Of course, this was not a group fight, nor even the wonderful cooperation of the disciples of Jianlu. Instead, it was a bit like the fierce light condensed between the long swords of the tiger guards.

When these ascetic monks form a harmonious trend, no matter which ascetic monk Fan Xian has to face, he will wait if he has to face their whole body.

But in Fan Xian's eyes, the invisible air wall in front of him was as clear as a white fog wall of varying thickness. He had never considered any consequences. He directly condensed all the true energy in his body and directly hit it with a domineering momentum. The position of the attack was the thickest part of the air wall.

With the strongest against the strongest, Fan Xian ignored the flying palm shadows in the sky. He knew that with his current strength, the opponent must condense into one place to fight. This is probably the rare powerful momentum that the strong man has cultivated after experiencing a lot.

Sure enough, Fan Xian punched the wall violently, and the palm prints in the sky disappeared. The shadow of one palm and the shadow of the other quickly merged into one place. Dozens of palms finally merged into one palm, and a crystal-clear palm.

The palm hit Fan Xian's tightly clenched fist hard.

The air in the Qing Temple seemed to deform with this impact. The subtle floating autumn rain was shaken and flew out. There was no raindrop to drip on a large area of ​​bluestone. The entire air was filled with the smell of dry killing!

After a loud bang, the lichens on Fan Xian's right shoulder shattered and flew up like a butterfly, revealing his trembling right arm.

The monk who was facing him was surprisingly red and shiny. He had two arms on his shoulders.

More than a dozen ascetic monks were constantly infusing true qi into his body along the bridge of qi, helping him resist Fan Xian's extremely domineering punch.

Fan Xian's face was pale, and the true energy in his body was violently venting out, but he still could not break the other party's surround. The true energy transmitted from the other party's palm was endless, like waves, with a powerful aura and extremely surging, giving people a feeling of irresistible.

With a loud bang, the ascetic monk who was facing Fan Xian spitted a mouthful of blood and dripped down his clothes. However, the ascetic monk's face became redder and brighter, and there was no sign of exhaustion or the sign of swelling the true energy in his body. He just looked at Fan Xian in front of him with a hint of pity, as if he wanted to wait for the other party to admit defeat, and then he scattered his merits and surrendered.

The ascetic monks practice hard in the extremely painful place in the world. The physical and spiritual training of the body and spirit has indeed created extraordinary cultivation.

The signs of defeat have appeared, but Fan Xian's pupils were still cold, without any panic, and there was not even an excitement of desperate efforts. It was just a calmness. He quietly looked at the ascetic monk who was close to him, staring at the other party's shiny pupils, as if he wanted to see the color he was looking forward to from the other party's pupils.

Only Fan Xian himself knew that just this punch and one palm intercourse had been shaken. The meridians in his body had been shaken to an extremely unbearable state. The two large and small circles were moving rapidly, desperately exuding their true energy along the fist, but they were almost unable to hold on. Especially at the life gate of the snow-capped mountain on his waist, it had begun to vaguely heat, which was a sign of exhaustion.

After all, he was injured and weak, and Fan Xian’s biggest life gate was here. He was only raising himself in the Fan Mansion for a few days, and he used force to kill people in these days. His mood has not returned to his peace and he has not yet returned to his full state.

Fortunately, he is a monster with a different meridian than ordinary people. He can only support the harmonious momentum of these ascetics for so long with a weak body. If it were Shisanlang or Haitang, he would not be better than him.

But Fan Xian was still not panicked or desperate, but just looked at the shiny black eyes of the ascetic monk coldly.

Finally, just when Fan Xian was about to be unable to hold on, he intersected with Fan Xian's fist and palm. A miserable green color finally appeared in the eyes of the ascetic monk who was so close to him.

A miserable green color that is completely disharmonious with the natural human eyes.

Then two black blood slowly flowed out of the monk's nostrils.

All the ascetic monks around Fan Xian did not notice this. They just sat cross-legged around, lowered their heads to meditate, and kept urging the tough true energy in their bodies.
To be continued...