In the fog-covered cave in the West Mountain of Shangjing, Fan Xian once said in front of the dying Sean that he was actually just a tourist walking in this world, and he wanted to see more scenery, so he had a very strong interest in the temple.

Unlike the little emperor of the Northern Qi Dynasty who intended to use the power of the temple to dominate the world, unlike the former Wei emperor's delusional desire to obtain the secret of immortality from the temple, and unlike the Qingguo Emperor Lao Tzu's unusually strong and powerful use of the temple as a thug, Fan Xian's interest in the temple in the past mainly lies in those unknowns.

And now Fan Xian, the strong desire for the secret of the temple is inevitably attached to more practical considerations, he needs to enter the temple, find the traces of Uncle Wuzhu, confirm the safety of Uncle Wuzhu, and try to find a way to return to the world and stand on Emperor Qing. In fact, these are just two sides of the same thing, as long as Uncle Wuzhu is still alive, then everything is easy to do.

In Fan Xian's cognition, no one in this world can hurt Uncle Wuzhu, leaving Uncle Wuzhu, a young master of eternity covered with black cloth, with too strong and wonderful skills, even if several great masters in the world have joined hands, I am afraid that Wuzhu has enough ways to get out of it, but the problem is ...... Now this snowy mountain is a temple, that ethereal, has been standing on the clouds of human society legends of the fairyland, for this kind of place that does not belong to the world, I am afraid that even Wuzhu is not the opponent of the other party.

The facts seem to prove this, Uncle Wuzhu returned to the temple to find his roots, and several years have passed, but there has been no news of him, if he is not imprisoned in the temple, I am afraid that he is already ...... Left this world.

............ The morning sun did not have a trace of temperature, so indifferently shone on the three people at the foot of the snowy mountain. Fan Xian squinted his eyes, tilted his head, looked at the majestic snow-capped mountain in front of him that seemed to cover half of the sky, and watched the ice and snow reflect the jade-like light under the morning light, and was silent for a long time without speaking.

The three world's top young men set out from the camp when it was still dark, and walked for about a few hours before they approached the snowy mountain with difficulty. To the shock of Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, Fan Xian seemed to be very familiar with the road under the snow mountain, and led the two of them through a narrow passage under the snow mountain with ease, and went straight to the other side of the snow mountain.

This side of the Great Snow Mountain is also a plain formed by the condensation of ice, and there is nothing but snow and ice, and the three of them have passed through the snow mountain and come to the other side of the snow mountain, and their camp is on the other side of the snow mountain.

"Where is the temple?" Wang Shisanlang asked with the urn of the sword on his back, his cheeks surrounded by cloth clothes showing a hint of frozen red.

Fan Xian was supported by Begonia, squinted at the mountain, and said: "Back then, Sean and Master Kuhe went up from this side of the mountain, and logically speaking, the temple should be in front of us." ”

However, there was nothing in front of them, only jade-like ice and snow covering the mountains that did not know the face of the body, the wind was not strong at this time, and the sky had not fallen a blizzard, and the vision was very far and clear, and in this incomparably clear vision, there was no trace of artificial carving.

The begonia holding him was silent for a moment and then suddenly spoke: "According to old rumors, the temple only appears in front of the world for one or two days a year, if the temple does not want to be seen by mortals, then no matter how mortals look for it, it is impossible to find it." ”

"Legends are just legends, after all. Fan Xian covered his lips and coughed twice, the clothes he was wearing were extremely thick, barely resisting the cold of the outside world, it was also a little wonderful, now the temple was close at hand, although he didn't know its location, but those rich vitality between heaven and earth began to pour into his body at an accelerated pace, making his injuries and condition much easier.

Finally, the cough stopped, Fan Xian blinked his eyes, looked at the messy snow stones on the snow mountain with tired eyes, and said: "The legend is not necessarily true, back then, your master and Lord Sean just waited for the temple to appear for a day or two, and they stayed under this snow mountain for several months, and I don't know how many human flesh they ate...... I don't want to wait. ”

Fan Xian has experienced two lives that others can't have, so he absolutely believes that there is a providence in the underworld, but the education he received in his previous life has never allowed him to take off the roots of atheism, so this contradiction makes him faintly in awe of the temple on the one hand, but on the other hand, he doesn't believe much in the so-called legends.

"If the legend is not true, then the temple must be hidden in this snowy mountain. Begonia Blossom's whole face was covered under the fur collar, and she said in a buzzing voice: "If we want to search this mountain, in our current state, I am afraid it will take a lot of time." ”

"I also understand that since it will take a lot of time, let's start quickly. Fan Xian said in a hoarse voice, and glanced at Wang Shisanlang again, "I think you have also discovered that the night in this place is very short, and in a few days, I am afraid that there will be no night, and it will be more convenient for us to search." ”

After months of difficult snowy travel, Fan Xian no longer deliberately concealed the knowledge he knew in his previous life in front of Begonia and Wang Shisanlang, and every one of his judgments finally became a reality, but Haitang and Wang Shisanlang did not know the basis of his judgments, so in their hearts, Fan Xian seemed more and more mysterious and unfathomable.

In the past few months, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang did not have the slightest doubt or hesitation about any judgment and instructions from Fan Xian, but at this moment, the three of them stood in front of the snow mountain, and at the moment before they were about to start looking for the temple, Wang Shisanlang did not go up to the snow mountain, but glanced at Haitang.

Haitang also happened to glance at Wang Shisanlang at this time, and the eyes of the two looked at each other, and they both saw the worry and shock in each other's eyes.

Fan Xian noticed the strangeness of the two friends, frowned slightly and coughed and said, "What's wrong?"

Wang Shisanlang was silent for a moment and then looked at him and said, "We are just curious, the temple is right in front of us, if you judge it, no matter how much time it takes, we can always find the temple before the night comes." ”

Fan Xian nodded, not understanding the meaning of his words, and his brows furrowed even deeper. Begonia sighed beside him and said, "What we mean is that we are about to find the temple, whether it is to dig out the secrets of the temple or to save the blind master from the temple...... You have to have a plan in advance, what to prepare, or what you know, you have to let us know in advance, with your current physical condition, many things always need us to do. ”

The temple is like a fairyland, at least in the hearts of the people of this continent, today Fan Xian and the three of them visit the temple, what a big deal this is, Fan Xian is now relaxed and casual, and even a little sloppy, just like it is really just a tour, who knows what kind of danger is hidden in this snowy mountain, what kind of divine power is difficult for mortals to resist?

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang are both the most resolute and resolute top people in the world, but in the face of this snowy mountain, they still can't help but feel a sense of confusion and fear in their hearts, they really don't understand why Fan Xian can be so relaxed and casual.

"When Bitter Lotus and Sean returned from the temple alive, this place was not as terrible as the world imagined. Fan Xian was slightly stunned and then smiled bitterly: "The two of them were already super strong in the nine grades back then, but after being tortured for half a year, they are all dying, and their strength is certainly not as good as ours now, since they can all go back alive, what are we afraid of?"

"And Uncle Wuzhu and His Majesty have both said that the temple is dilapidated and has no power. Fan Xian lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I trust His Majesty's judgment, because he has basically not made any mistakes in this life. ”

But even if the temple is ruined, it is still a temple, can mortals stop worshipping it?

"The more critical issue is that I only know the way to the temple and the appearance of the temple, and I don't know what is inside the temple. Fan Xian smiled helplessly and said: "In this case, it is useless to make any preparations, look for it, find it." ”

This is a very irresponsible approach, Fan Xian has been immersed in the darkness of the Supervision Yuan all his life, and has never fought unprepared battles, even in the face of the unfathomable Emperor Xià, he is still a clever calculation, bravely thinking about small means to win, but now looking at this snow-capped mountain, this snow-capped mountain that he knows nothing, where can he be prepared?

............ The Great Snow Mountain is still so silent and solemn and cold, as if it has no idea that there are three mortals who are nervously and quietly searching for its secrets, and the rumored omnipotent and omniscient temple is still like a girl waiting for the word boudoir, hidden in the wind and snow, refusing to show her true face.

After climbing the snowy mountain with difficulty for a long time, the wind on the mountain gradually became stronger, rolling up the snow particles on the rocks, and it was fascinating to the eyes. Fan Xian's eyes were still clear and steady, and he didn't let go of any details that might have been missed, in his calculations, the temple only existed one or two times a year, and the last time Sean Kuhe saw the temple was on the first day after the end of the polar night, this must have hidden some kind of law.

Fan Xian, who was lying on the warm back of the begonia, turned his head comfortably, sniffed on the neck of the girl's house, extremely happy, and knew in his heart that his inference must be correct, and there must be some artificial traces of ice and snow being broken in the direction of the snow mountain towards the sky.

Haitang's brows furrowed slightly, not understanding where Fan Xian's confidence came from, let alone why he was so happy.

As Fan Xian expected, it didn't take long for Wang Shisanlang, who was searching about two hundred zhang in front of him, suddenly turned around and gestured to the two of them.

............ In a snowy col, Fan Xian squatted down, carefully observed the traces found by Wang Shisanlang, pulled a hole out of the covered ice and snow, and found the things they had been trying to find, some artificial traces - it was a track similar to a zài, I don't know what material it was made of, it was still smooth in such a cold environment, without the slightest deformation.

Fan Xian stood up with the support of Begonia, and looked along this track into the depths of the ice and snow, until he reached the top, where the wind and snow were extremely extreme, and the majestic ice and snow mountains seemed to suddenly break from it, and fell into it there, probably the end of this track, right?

Wang Shisanlang found several other tracks next to this track, all of which were made of extremely fine materials, and I don't know what they were used for. The three of them suddenly became nervous, in this extremely cold place that is extremely difficult for mortals to reach, these magical tracks suddenly appeared, and naturally there could only be one explanation.

"Climb up. Fan Xian said in a shasy voice, his voice trembling slightly, but his eyes were calm that could barely be maintained with a strong will.

There is no road in the snow-capped mountains, and there are fierce winds in the ice and snow everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will fall down the mountain and end up in pieces, and it is also thanks to Fan Xian who brought Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, two strong men, to come here, otherwise the power of heaven and earth is what he can bear as a patient.

The three of them suppressed their nervousness and faint fear and followed the smooth track, climbing towards the top of the mountain range against the wind and snow, I don't know how long they had been climbing, when Wang Shisanlang and Haitang both felt that the true qi in their bodies was about to be consumed by these ice and snow tracks, they suddenly felt that their eyes were darkened.

............ The mountains are poor and the snow is doubtful, and the sky is dark.

Fan Xian and the three of them looked at the stone steps at the end of the track in a daze, unable to speak for a long time, this place is really wonderful, such a long stone step is actually a platform hidden in the depths of the mountain range, if someone can really come to the Great Snow Mountain, of course these stone steps cannot be seen under this mountain!

The temple appears once or two a year, does it mean that these stone steps slide out along those tracks, basking in the sun, to welcome the earthly travelers who come to worship with great difficulty?

............ These stone steps are made of bluestone, I don't know that they have experienced tens of thousands of years of frost baptism, there are many broken places, and the vicissitudes of life and palpitations of beauty are born in the old, unlike those tracks, seeing these seemingly endless stone steps, the three of them really have the feeling of entering the temple.

Walking slowly up the stone steps, an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the three of them, enveloping the stone steps. The three of them invariably remained silent, no matter who it was, at this moment before unveiling the mystery of the temple, it was difficult to hide the excitement and fear, this is a kind of excitement and fear of the unknown, this is the biological instinct of human beings.

A light gray eaves appeared above the stone steps, and met the eyes of the three of them, at this moment, the bodies of Begonia and Wang Shisanlang stiffened slightly, and paused, but Fan Xian was out of Begonia's support, so calm that he even stared at the gray eaves a little crazy, and walked towards the top of the bluestone steps.

Under the long eaves of the light gray sè is the stone wall of the black sè, and in this way, with the footsteps of the three people, it slowly reveals its true face, a solemn feeling, as this temple is born from the ice and snow, shrouded in the whole heaven and earth.

The temple finally appeared in front of the three of them, and it appeared so calmly and naturally that the three of them felt a little incredible, and the crowd was looking for it for thousands of miles, dreaming of it in front of them, and the temple that thousands of people in the world had been searching for thousands of years, and it actually appeared like this, which made people inevitably have some strange feelings.

Standing on the top of the last stone steps, Fan Xian's hands outside his leather jacket trembled slightly, he looked at the temple in front of him a little blankly, unable to speak for a long time, and the begonia and Wang Shisanlang beside him could not suppress the love in their hearts, and looked at this majestic building with a sad face.

The temple is very large, at least in the world's building technology, it is impossible to build such a grand temple, those high black sè stone walls are like eternal ice, lying in front of the three of them, those light gray sè long eaves, all the way to the end of the platform above the stone steps, I don't know how many historical secrets enclose, the secrets between heaven and earth.

To be able to build such a grand temple, at the end of the stone steps, the platform hidden in the wind and snow mountains is even more surprisingly large, and it is several times larger than the square in front of the Nanqing Palace, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people.

And the most intuitive to give Fan Xian the three of them a sense of coercion, grandeur, is the main gate of the temple in front of them, this door is seven zhang high, its depth does not know a little, sè Ze is a kind of ancient clumsy deep sè.

The three of them stood on the stone steps, still more than ten zhang away from the main entrance of the temple, but because the main gate was too tall and too big, they felt that this gate was close to their eyes, and the sense of oppression was so powerful that it only made people fall to the ground and worship continuously.

Standing on the platform, Fan Xian, Haitang, and Wang Shisanlang in front of the temple were all the best young people in the world, but in this magnificent square, in front of the temple, they were like three ants who got lost in front of the grass, suddenly raised their heads and found a big tree that shaded the sun, and they were so shocked that they couldn't speak.

............ The only one who can maintain his peace is probably Fan Xian, after all, he has seen Jin Mao and the Three Gorges Dam in his previous life, and he knows that the temple in front of him must be a miracle in the eyes of people in this world, but in his opinion, it is just a relatively beautiful building.

Once the sea was difficult to water, except that Wushan was not a cloud, Fan Xian couldn't explain this sentence to Zhuang Mohan and everyone back then, but at this moment in front of the temple, Fan Xian found a new explanation, that is, vision and experience determine the height of a person's standing, because he has experienced it, so it is difficult to be deterred.

Fan Xian is not better than Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, but because he experienced a more developed civilization in his previous life, his appearance at this time is much calmer. Rao was so, but in front of the temple, his mood was still uncontrollable and tense, and he stared at the gate of the temple in front of him, silent for a long time.

In an instant, he lowered his head and looked at the green stone steps under his feet, thinking of the bitter lotus master who had been in dilapidation to the extreme decades ago, and it was with his palm that he slapped the stone steps under his feet, crying bitterly, and today the three of them were already too calm.

After calming down, Fan Xian raised his head, his pupils shrunk, and stared at the big plaque above the gate of the temple!

............ As Sean said in the cave back then, because of the age, it is no longer clear what is written on this large plaque, leaving only some broken symbols. In Sean's retelling, these symbols may be the mysterious will of God, but in Fan Xian's eyes, these symbols that finally appeared in front of him represented an even more shocking discovery.

Fan Xian looked at the only remaining word on the big plaque, as well as the three runes under the word "don't", one up and then one up and down The two arcs came together, which was the whole content of this rune.

His fingers reached into the cold air, and subconsciously moved with the rune drawing. Since the fifth year of Qingli, he doesn't know how much effort he has put into this character and these three identical symbols, and he has also asked Uncle Wuzhu and Sigu Jian for advice, but after all, there is too little information, and he has found nothing.

And now the word rì and these runes finally appeared in front of him, so that he is not in a mood now?

Fan Xian noticed the position of the mutilated character on the plaque, as well as the position of the three symbols, and a bright light swept through his mind like lightning, making his whole person froze, while his legs seemed to be uncontrollable, and he walked towards the gate of the temple in a daze.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang finally woke up from the shock of seeing the true face of the temple, and immediately discovered Fan Xian's abnormality, followed nervously, and walked towards the gate of the temple.

Fan Xian's eyes were still locked on the big plaque, his mouth was full of words, and the speed of his speech became faster and faster, and he couldn't tell that it was a patient at all, and two excited blushes appeared on his face.

"What kind of heavenly talisman! isn't this the letter m, what else can it be?" Fan Xian's tired eyes had been completely replaced by the complex brightness of the emotion, he gritted his teeth, coughed a little stupidly, looked at the big plaque, and finally understood what the temple was.

At this moment, he finally knew that the inference he had never told anyone was correct, those tracks in the snow-capped mountains were not used to transport these bluestone steps to the heavenly dome outside the mountain, but to transport the entire huge temple to the heavenly dome!

The temple also needs energy, it needs sunlight, so he will appear in front of the world after the polar night, and it is precisely this that makes Fan Xian confirm that the temple is not a miracle, but just a building whose exact purpose is not known at this time.

What's more, he finally determined that the land he was standing on was still the blue planet! the same one he had mentioned sadly to Dabao under the endless starry sky...... Earth!

Fan Xian's lips were pale, and he trembled and said to himself: "This is the earth, so what is this temple? Three M, one thing...... I didn't have such a big museum back then......"

Endless love rushed into his mind, making him a little embarrassed, his cheeks were crimson, his lips were pale, and his eyes were a little confused, yes, the temple was just a very old museum, and the word Sean remembered was not a sickle and axe, and the three M's were not celestial symbols, nor were they Russian spaceship marks, but the most common letters in English words!

Yes, there is a character clearly arranged on the temple plaque, and the English three M's below are the mutilations of that word, the temple...... It's a museum!

............ Fan Xian stood in front of the gate of the temple and looked up at the big plaque, a little unable to believe his eyes.

If the world we live in is the earth, when was this museum, which is obviously tens of thousands of years old, built? Where are the people who built it? Why is there such a thing in the world? Why has this museum become what people call a temple?

Thinking of the vague legends in human history, those celestial veins, those temple messengers, and those feats and boxes that were stolen out of the temple by his mother Ye Qingmei, Fan Xian's body trembled uncontrollably, he felt as if he had found the biggest secret truth in this world, but he found that there were still too many unclear and incomprehensible questions.

Fan Xian coughed violently, and in front of the gate of the temple, which looked like a book of history, he leaned down, and an angry and helpless voice sounded from his chest: "What the fuck is this museum!"

"This is a military museum. ”

A voice without any emotion sounded from the door of the temple, as if it was just trying to answer Fan Xian's question, which was full of frustration and panic.