Chapter 145: There is someone in the temple (Part 2)

In the extremely cold snow-capped mountains of the northern land and the extremely cold Piaomiao Temple, Fan Xian walked back to the building without looking back, and broke through the body of the immortal again. In this snow-covered world, countless dazzling light spots were generated.

No one noticed that under the snow jacket, his back was already wet. In such a cold climate, sweat oozed out of his body, wetting all his underwear. His expression was still calm, who knew how much courage and determination he had condensed in the moment he broke into the body of the immortal before.

What unfathomable strength the temple has, and whether it has been defeated to a certain extent as His Majesty the Emperor and Uncle Wu Zhu said, is not clear. It is just that Uncle Wu Zhu is obviously trapped in this snow temple, which makes him feel a natural fear of this temple, but he still wants to bet.

It seems that he won the bet. The immortal bodies condensed by light spots obviously do not have any extremely powerful power, and to a greater extent, they are somewhat similar to the holographic picture Fan Xian had previously guessed.

However, there are still many secrets in the temple, many things that cannot be explained clearly, such as the rich energy of heaven and earth around this area, such as the martial arts secrets that were once stolen by my mother - in that world, there may be Chen's Tai Chi brocade tutorials, but there is definitely no such magical thing as the domineering skills.

Fan Xian's thin lips trembled slightly, and he stepped over the threshold of the intact building, but his hands were behind him, giving Haitang and Wang Shisanlang a gesture. He hoped that these two partners could still stand strong under the power of the Snow Temple and help him.

He broke into the building, and the light spots followed in like fireflies, leaving a piece of snow, and the snow platform where no blue bird footprints were left, the two heavy doors closed silently. Fan Xian was locked inside the door, but Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were locked outside the door.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang had not yet escaped from the shock. They didn't know where Fan Xian came from and actually penetrated the immortal's body like that. They didn't understand why the immortal was actually stuck into a spot of light when he was hit by Fan Xian.

They were even more worried about the safety of Fan Xiandi inside the closed door. Haitang Duoduo narrowed his eyes slightly. He was about to raise his cultivation and forcefully break through this door. Wang Shisanlang suddenly spoke, "His gesture is to let us stay outside... take this opportunity to find someone."

Fan Xian took this big risk and left Haitang and Wang Shisanlang outside the door, naturally hoping that they could take advantage of their own hard work to search for the traces of Uncle Wuzhu in the temple. Fan Xian traveled thousands of miles and came to the temple without hesitation. Most of the reason was because of the uncle he was closest to.

This is an antique temple-like building, but the building materials inside are not ordinary bluestone, but a material similar to metal. Fan Xian's pupils narrowed slightly and he quickly glanced through the hall. He found that the building was empty and there was nothing surprising. The only blank spaces could make people vaguely rely on the name of the museum. I think of countless years ago, this place might be booths one by one.

The murals outside the temple have long been lost, but the murals in this building are still well preserved, and you can clearly see the scenes of the paintings on it.

Fan Xian put his hands behind him, hunched his body like an old man, walked carefully through these murals, and glanced over them, meticulously. He was very careful. Since the immortal with the light spots was unwilling to tell him the truth of history, then he could only find the truth by himself.

Just as Fan Xian was hunching and looking at the murals carefully, the immortals condensed with light were floating behind him like a ghost. Fan Xian knew this, but he did not look back and asked anything. The scene at this time was very wonderful, and he was followed by an immortal or a ghost. Fan Xian was inevitably a little scared, but he was particularly calm.

The styles of these murals are very similar to those of the oil paintings known to Fan Xian in his previous life. The contents depicted above are all ancient myths occasionally mentioned in the Mainland Sutra, but the appearance of those gods is extremely vague. Whether they are walking on the top of the mountain, floating in the sea, or bathing in the magma of the crater, there is always a strange white mist that covers their true faces.

Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he remembered the murals in the Kyoto Temple and the murals in the Temple on the Dadong Mountain. The content depicted on these murals is something that happened thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. It must have been passed down countless generations. It is naturally inevitable that some of them are blurred. However, this temple is the source of all legends. Why are the gods on these murals still blurred?

The immortal in the temple was following Fan Xian's footsteps like a ray of light soul, and suddenly spoke, "These murals were from the hands of Boer."

"Bol? Three hundred years ago, the great master of the West heard that he and his wife Fu Bo were both heavenly veins... and finally disappeared without a trace. It turned out that he was returning to the temple in the end." Fan Xian frowned and said, "The heavenly veins were originally voters who sowed the seeds of wisdom into the world. I thought that these heavenly veins had strange thoughts in the end and would be killed by the messengers sent from the temple. Unexpectedly, there were still people who returned to the temple alive."

"The temple prohibits the world's affairs, so it will naturally not kill people. But what you are right. For countless years, there have always been people with the heavenly veins that inherit the temple's learning, and they will have false thoughts and make the people suffer. At this time, the temple will send out envoys to make them disappear invisible."

"This is probably the reason why the legendary Heavenly Veiners disappeared in the end." Fan Xian noticed that the tone of the ray of light soul behind him was still stable and gentle. He just used the word you when he called him and began to communicate with him.

"But couples like Boer and Fubo are different. They have no secular desires. After Fubo died, Boer went through endless hardships and returned to the temple. It happened that the murals of the temple were almost broken, so he spent seven years restoring the murals in the temple."

"But the history of Odongshan Celebration Temple and Kyoto Celebration Temple has more than three hundred years... How could those murals still be in the style of Boer?"

"Because Boer was just a repair and did not create, he followed the mural style of many years ago, and naturally he was somewhat similar to the murals in the world you grew up in."

Fan Xian suddenly pointed to the flames and lights in the murals, squinted his eyes and asked, "Why are those gods without appearance?"

"Because the true God never sees people with his face."

"So you are not a true god."

The light spots floating in the air behind Fan Xian gradually faded away the old man's face and turned into a mirror-like existence. After a long silence, he said, "As you said before, I am not a god."

"Very good, I'm worried that you've been holding it in this snowy mountain for tens of thousands of years. If you really treat yourself as a god, it will be difficult to deal with it." When Fan Xian heard the sound of the temple body coming from around him, he felt a little relaxed. At least one of the most craziest and terrible possibilities was denied by the temple itself.

If he truly exists with life and emotion, when he hears Fan Xian's words, he will definitely understand the meaning hidden inside him. However, it is obvious that this existence in the temple is just passively thinking according to certain established processes. He did not continue to say anything.

"God is not without a face, but without a god at all." For some reason, when Fan Xian said this, his mood suddenly became silent, because if there was really no God's word in the world, then his existence and his mother's existence were still so unpredictable and without reason.

"Those are just some powerful machines or weapons." Fan Xian pointed to the gods on the murals that could open up the ground and whispered: "I don't know what kind of weapon it is, atomic bombs or neutron bombs? Anyway, they are all very terrible things."

After hearing Fan Xian's words, the mirror suddenly emitted extremely strong fluctuations, as if it was thinking extremely violently. Perhaps it was because Fan Xian said words that he had not imagined to hear, which made it impossible to analyze clearly in a short period of time.

The light in this building is not dazzling, faint and gentle, sprinkled on Fan Xian, as if he was given a layer of holy light. I don’t know whether it was for the need to preserve exhibits or because the energy of the temple was about to be exhausted, and the light was not bright. Fan Xian walked forward silently, reading all the murals before returning to the center of the building, looking back at the ray of light floating in the air. He was silent for a long time and said, “Until now, you should be very clear. I am not an ordinary person… My two friends are not here at this time. I think you don’t have to be afraid of anything anymore, you can explain the origin of the temple to me.”

The mirror formed by the light soul fell into a dead calm, as if it was analyzing whether Fan Xiandi's request could be passed.

"Splitting the bricks and jade, I'll smash the bricks first." Fan Xian coughed twice, felt a moment of weakness, and slowly sat on the cold ground. While slowly absorbing the vitality that is everywhere in the world, he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "The temple is a ruin, the ruins of a certain civilization. In your words, it is a military museum, so it preserves some of the top and most terrifying existences in those civilizations. If you refuse to tell me the history of the temple, I have to guess based on these murals and some of my cognition."

"That civilization must be the civilization I am familiar with."

Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes, thinking of what Sean said in the cave and what Uncle Wu Zhu once said. Shortly after his mother escaped from the temple for the first time, she should have returned to the temple to look for Uncle Wu Zhu. Since that's the case, the box should have been stolen from the temple by her mother for the second time.

Barrett is hidden in the Military Museum. It is obvious that the age of this museum should exist later than when Fan Xian left, and it is a civilization of the same lineage. Fan Xian doesn't believe that any ancient civilization can make the same gun.

When I think of the familiar civilization that is in line with the world I once lived in, it has become a shadow in history and a dilapidated temple that people in the snowy mountains cannot hold on. Those Fan Xian... No, the people who Fan Shen once loved, hated and pityed have already become ghosts in the long river of time. The things he had visited, watched, and admired have all turned into yellow sand.

A little pain arose in his heart. The pain was not very strong, but it was particularly clear and sour. He was particularly sad. He did not see the ancients in front of him or the people behind him. Apart from Ye Qingmei, he was the only one who could do it. The world was in vain, how could he bear the love? Such loneliness for thousands of years fell on him alone. How heavy it was.

Fan Xian sat on the ground, coughing repeatedly, breathing rapidly. After a long time, a faint and dull light appeared in his eyes, with a smile on his face. He looked at the mirror condensed by light spots in the air and asked: "As a former fellow traveler, can you tell me how the world was destroyed back then? Did a lunatic start throwing nuclear bombs and playing with it?"

The light mirror was as smooth as ice. After a long time, the gentle and stable sound rang out from all directions inside the building: "It was a war in the divine world, and the immortals used their magic weapons to shock the sky. They set off stormy waves, the earth was transformed, and the volcano erupted..."

"Enough!" Fan Xian's angry voice rang in the empty building. He stared at the mirror tightly. He coughed violently, and finally coughed up a trace of blood. He stubbornly wiped off the blood stains on the corners of his lips and cursed at the mirror: "I'm the person from the shit god world! Stop talking about this shit!"

"You are just a broken museum, not a temple!"

In the spring-filled Qingguo Palace, a crisp and cold sound sounded slowly in the imperial study room. The wooden door of the imperial study room was slightly opened to facilitate ventilation. The eunuchs and palace maids led by Eunuch Yao were carefully waiting outside the house and did not go in.

"When you live in a high temple, you worry about the people; when you live in a far away world, you worry about your king. If you advance, you worry about your progress and retreat, you worry about when you retreat. But when will you be happy? He must say: worry about the world before worry about the world, and then the world after joyful..."

Fan Ruoru finished reading this article softly, closed the pages. Then he walked to a corner of the Yushu room. He began to stare blankly with his eyes open. She looked at the booming spring trees outside the window. He couldn't help but think of his brother. He heard that they were heading north. What is the north? Is the legendary temple in the north? I heard that the snow and ice in the extreme north all year round is not a place that ordinary people can get close to. How are your brother now?

It was late spring, and more than four months had passed since the last palace transformation. The palace was shrouded in a beautiful sunshine, but the imperial study room had always maintained a cold and cold feeling. His Majesty the Emperor of Qing was lying on the soft couch, covered with a thin quilt, pale face, and a little unconscious. Following Fan Ruoruo's gaze, he looked at the green trees outside the window. For some reason, His Majesty particularly hated the existence of these green trees, perhaps because he felt that spring had gone and autumn came, and all things changed, and this irresistible natural principle.

"Worry about his king and his people... An Zhi made a sentence in the Northern Qi Palace, and was forced to write a paragraph by the little emperor, and in the end he only wrote this paragraph without a head or end." The emperor said slowly, "I just don't understand how a boy who can write such words can do such a thing without a king or a father."

After so much time, the Qing Dynasty court naturally knew that the rebel Fan Xian had already escaped from Kyoto, and the information sent back from the north pointed out Fan Xian's whereabouts more accurately. However, what surprised many officials in Nanqing was that Fan Xian fled from Kyoto and did not throw himself into the arms of the Northern Qi court. Even more surprisingly, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to only bet on Fan Xian's anger and did not launch a major purge in Qing.

The emperor narrowed his eyes slightly, and the sparse eyelashes were like ominous autumn leaves, drooping on his face with increasingly wrinkled face. His eyes flew over Fan Ruoru's shoulders and suddenly asked, "Are I really not a good emperor?"

This is a very sad question, a very ridiculous question. How did Emperor Qing do on the dragon throne? It is just a question that needs to be recognized by history. However, for some reason, this most powerful man in the world needs to be recognized by some people.

At the beginning, he wanted to put Fan Xian under house arrest in Kyoto, but he just wanted to use Fan Xian's eyes to tell the dead people that Fan Xian's rebellion now that he was used to asking Fan Ruoruo this question, and this question was obviously asked more than once, because Fan Ruoruo did not even look back and responded calmly: "This is not the question that the minister should answer."

The voice of Eunuch Yao suddenly came from outside the imperial study room: "Concubine Yi is here, Princess Chen is here..."

Before he finished speaking, Concubine Yi and Lin Wan'er walked in. It was obvious that these two women had come a lot during these days. The emperor just looked at them coldly, did not scold them, and did not let them get out. He let them come to the soft couch and lifted up his body.

Lin Wan'er replaced all the bedding on the soft couch, wiping the fine sweat on her forehead, and said with a smile: "It's all new cotton from Zhongzhou. Embroiderers are the most popular methods in Quanzhou. Try to feel comfortable."

Concubine Yi took out a few foods from the food box and carefully fed His Majesty the food. While feeding them, she nagged: "The sun is good these two days. Your Majesty should go out and walk around."

The emperor said coldly: "I come every day and don't bother me, I'm not in a state of trouble." His Majesty's ground injury has not healed yet, even beyond Fan Ruoru and the Imperial Hospital's expectations. It was surprisingly entangled. Perhaps it was because of the old age. If it were placed at the peak of Emperor Qing, how serious the injury would be. I'm afraid he had already returned to the past.

Lin Wan'er seemed to have not heard the emperor's uncle's words, and began to rub his shoulders with a smile. Fan Ruoru looked aside for a while, couldn't help but shake his head, sat on the other side of the emperor, and began to massage him.

The imperial study room was in silence, and Concubine Yi sat quietly in front of the emperor and looked at the scene with a smile. There was no major purge in the court, and the officials in the He Sect were massacred by Fan Xian. On the contrary, it turned the court into an iron bucket. The third prince Li Chengping recently began to try to contact political affairs under the leadership of Grand Secretary Hu. Although Concubine Mei's belly was already too big, no matter how you look at it, Qing was in a very wonderful stability.

At least in the eyes of the world, His Majesty the Emperor has no idea of ​​changing the stock.

Qingguo seems to have changed nothing, but on the contrary, it seems to have become better. Except for the young man named Fan Xian, he has disappeared from the world for almost half a year, and no one knows where he is, and he is still alive.

Lin Wan'er did not return to Danzhou as Fan Xian arranged, but stayed in Kyoto quietly, and entered the palace more often than before. This scene shocked many people's minds.

"I will go to court tomorrow. Don't come." After a long silence, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly spoke, his tone was very cold. However, there was a hint of extreme sensation. Perhaps even such a man, he actually enjoyed the service of these relatives these days. However, these relatives were the family members who dared to resist his son.

"Yes, Your Majesty." Lin Wan'er smiled gently, without saying much. She knew clearly what she was doing and clearly knew that she was just inheriting Fan Xian's ideas.

"Don't expect that kid can come back alive. If he really comes back, even if I can spare his life, the officials in the world will not allow him to live again." The emperor slowly closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips drooped like his eyelashes, looking a little tired.

Can Fan Xian come back alive? This is a heavy question that weighs on everyone's hearts, and the words of His Majesty the Emperor obviously cut off everyone's retreat. The emperor still closed his eyes tightly and said coldly: "You don't know why he must find the temple, but I know that he wants to find Lao Wu to come back and kill me. For such a careless son, should I still have any pity for him?"

Yes, the tense has developed to this point, Emperor Qing has not knocked all the people related to Fan Xian to dust, and has shown his rare magnanimity. Of course, it is more important to the agreement between him and Fan Xian. After all, he does not know whether Fan Xian is dead at this time.

Although since ancient times, no one has ever been able to find a temple by himself, let alone rescue people from the temple, the emperor still couldn't rest assured, because he knew that there was a woman who did it once, and would he and that woman's son bring a great surprise to the world again?
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