Volume 7: Chapter 145 There Is a Man in the Temple (II)

In the extremely cold snow-capped mountains of the north, and the extremely cold ethereal temple, Fan Xian walked towards that building without looking back, and once again smashed through the body of the immortal, and in this snow-covered world, countless dazzling points of light were born.

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

What kind of unfathomable strength does the temple have, whether it has been abandoned to a certain extent, as His Majesty the Emperor and Uncle Wuzhu said, Fan Xian is not clear, but Uncle Wuzhu is obviously lost in this snow temple, which makes him have a natural fear of this temple in his heart, but he still has to gamble.

At the moment, it seems that he has won the bet, and the immortal bodies condensed by those points of light obviously do not have extremely strong strength, and to a greater extent, they are somewhat close to the holographic picture that Fan Xian had guessed before.

However, there are still many secrets in the temple, many things that cannot be explained, such as the rich heaven and earth vitality around it, such as those martial arts secrets that were once stolen by the mother - in that world, there may be Chen's Taijiquan spectrum, but there is definitely no such wonderful thing as the domineering gong.

Fan Xian's thin lips trembled slightly, and he crossed the threshold of the intact building, but his hand was behind him, giving Haitang and Wang Shisanlang a gesture, he hoped that these two partners could still stand strong under the divine power of the Snow Temple. Able to help yourself.

He broke into the building, and those points of light followed in like fireflies, leaving a piece of snow empty, and the snow platform that did not leave the footprints of the blue bird, and the two heavy gates closed silently, closing Fan Xian in the door, but closing Haitang and Wang Shisanlang outside.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang have not yet shaken off the shock. They didn't know where Fan Xian came from, and he actually passed through the body of the immortal like that. They didn't understand why that immortal was hit by Fan Xian and was actually propped up into a point of light.

They were even more worried about the safety of Fan Xian inside the closed door, Begonia Blossom's eyes narrowed slightly, and the light in his eyes was bright, and he was about to lift his whole body cultivation to break through this door, Wang Shisanlang suddenly said: "His gesture is to let us stay outside...... Take advantage of this opportunity to find someone. ”

Fan Xian took this big risk. Leaving Haitang and Wang Shisanlang outside the door, naturally hoping that they could take the opportunity of their desperate struggle to search for the traces of Uncle Wuzhu in the temple.

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This is an antique temple-like building, but the building materials inside are not ordinary bluestone. Rather, it is a material similar to metal. Fan Xian's pupils narrowed slightly, and he quickly scanned the hall, but found that there was nothing in the building, nothing surprisingly existed, and the only blank space was that piece of space, which could vaguely make people rely on the name of the museum. Think back to countless years ago, this place may have been a booth one by one.

The frescoes on the exterior of the temple have long since been destroyed, but the frescoes in this building are still well preserved, and you can clearly see the scenes painted on them.

Fan Xian put his hands behind his back, leaned over like an old man, and walked carefully in front of these murals, his eyes swept over these murals, meticulously, very carefully, since that point of light condensed into the earth immortal refused to tell him the truth of history. So the truth. Only let him find it himself.

Just when Fan Xian leaned over and looked at the mural carefully. Those immortals condensed by points of light floated behind him like a ghost, Fan Xian knew this, but he didn't look back, nor did he ask anything, the scene at this time was very wonderful, being followed by an immortal or a ghost, Fan Xiandi's heart was inevitably a little hairy, but he was extremely calm.

The style of these murals is very close to the oil paintings that Fan Xian knew in his previous life, and the content depicted on them is the ancient myths occasionally mentioned in the continental classics, but the faces of those gods are extremely vague, whether they are thundering on the top of the mountain, floating and sinking in the sea, or bathing in the magma of the crater, there is always a strange white mist that obscures their true faces.

Fan Xiandi sighed in his heart, and once again remembered the murals in the Qing Temple in Kyoto and the murals in the Qing Temple on Dadong Mountain, the content depicted on these murals is not known to be tens of thousands of years ago, and it must have been passed down for countless generations in the middle, and some ambiguity is inevitable, but this temple is originally the source of all legends, why are the gods on these murals still blurred?

The immortal in the temple, who had been following Fan Xian's footsteps like a ray of light, suddenly spoke: "These murals are from Boer's hand. ”

"Pol, three hundred years ago, the Archmage of the West, I heard that he and his wife Fubo were both Heavenly Veiners...... In the end, he disappeared without a trace, and it turned out that he finally returned to the temple. Fan Xian frowned and said: "The Heavenly Veiners were originally the chosen ones of the Temple to sow the seeds of wisdom in the world, I originally thought that these Heavenly Veiners would be killed by the messengers sent out by the Temple if they had different thoughts in the end, but I didn't expect that there would be people who returned to the Temple alive." ”

"The temple is forbidden to do things in the world, so naturally it will not kill the people of the world, but you are right, for countless years, there will always be people in the heavenly veins who inherit the learning of the temple, and they will have delusions, causing the common people to suffer, but at this time, the temple will send a messenger to make him disappear into nothingness. ”

"That's probably why the legendary Celestial Veiners eventually disappeared without a trace. Fan Xian noticed that the tone of the light soul behind him was still steady and gentle, but when he called himself, he used the word you, and began to communicate with himself.

But a couple like Pol and Fubo were different, they didn't have any worldly desires, and when Fubo died, Boll went through endless hardship and returned to the temple, just as the temple frescoes were about to break, so it took him seven years. The murals in the temple were restored. ”

"However, the history of Daitoyama Keita Temple and Kyoto Keiji Temple is more than 300 years...... How can those murals still be in Boer's style?"

"Because Pol is only repairing, not creating, he is naturally somewhat similar to the murals you grew up in according to the style of murals many years ago. ”

Fan Xian suddenly pointed to the flames and lights in the mural, squinted his eyes and asked, "Why don't those gods have faces?"

"For the true God never has to see men. ”

"So you are not the true God. ”

The points of light floating in the air behind Fan Xian gradually faded away from the old man's face and transformed into a mirror-like existence. After a long silence, he said, "As you said earlier. I am not God. ”

"Very good, I'm worried that you have been suffocating in this snowy mountain for tens of thousands of years, and you really think of yourself as a god, so it will be difficult to deal with it. Hearing the sound of the Earth Temple itself, Fan Xian's mood relaxed a little, at least one of the craziest and most terrifying possibilities was denied by the temple itself.

If it is a real living being. Hearing Fan Xian's words, he would definitely understand the hidden meaning in his heart, but it was obvious that the existence in the temple was just passively thinking according to some established process, and did not continue to say anything.

"God is not faceless, but there is no God at all. I don't know why, when Fan Xian said this. His mood suddenly became lonely, because if there really was no God in the world, then his existence, the existence of his mother, would still be so unpredictable and unreasonable.

"Those are just powerful machines or weapons. Fan Xian pointed to the gods on the mural who could open up the ground. He whispered, "I don't know what kind of weapon it is, an atomic bomb or a neutron bomb? ”

The ray of light floating in the air, 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's mouth said words that it had not imagined to hear, so that it could not be analyzed clearly in a short period of time.

The light in this building was not very dazzling, faint, gentle and gentle sprinkled on Fan Xian's body, like a layer of holy light on him. I don't know if it's for the sake of preserving the exhibits. Or because the temple was running out of energy. The light was not very bright, and Fan Xian walked forward in silence. After reading all the murals, he returned to the center of the building, looked back at the light soul floating in the air, was silent for a long time, and said: "By now, you should know very well that I am not an ordinary person...... My two companions are not here at this time, and I don't think you need to be afraid of anything, you can explain to me the origin of the temple grounds. ”

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

"I'll smash a brick first. Fan Xian coughed twice, felt a little weak, and slowly sat on the cold ground, while slowly absorbing the ubiquitous vitality between heaven and earth, while slowly saying in a hoarse voice: "The temple is a ruin, the site of a certain civilization, in your words, this is a military museum, so it preserves the top of those civilizations, some of the most terrifying existences, you refuse to tell me the history of the temple, I have to guess with 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 Sean's words in the cave, and what Uncle Wuzhu had said, shortly after his mother escaped from the temple for the first time, he should have returned to the temple again to find Uncle Wuzhu, in this case, the box should have been stolen from the temple by his mother on the second time.

There is Barrett hidden in the military museum, it is obvious that the age of this museum should be later than the era when Fan Xian left, and it is a civilization in the same vein, Fan Xian does not believe that any ancient civilization can make the same gun.

When I thought of the familiar civilization that was in the same vein as the world I had really lived in, it had become a shadow in history, a ruined temple in the snowy mountains that the world could not touch, and those Fan Xian ...... No, the people Fan Shen once loved, hated and pitied had already turned into wisps of ghosts in the long river of time, those he had visited and seen. The things that have been admired have turned into a piece of yellow sand.

There was a trace of pain in his heart, the pain was not very strong, but it was extremely clear, sour, and extremely sad, and he had not seen the ancients before. I didn't see anyone who came later, except for Ye Qingmei. There is only oneself, the world is long, how can the love be worthy? Such a loneliness for thousands of years has fallen on him alone, how heavy it is.

Fan sat on the ground, coughing and breathing heavily. After a long time, there was a hint of indifference and gloom in his eyes, his expression was like a smile, he looked at the mirror in the sky that was condensed by points of light, and asked: "As a former companion, can you tell me how that world was destroyed back then? Could it be that there are really crazy people who start throwing nuclear bombs around?"

The light mirror was as smooth as ice, after a long, long time. That gentle and steady voice resounded in all directions inside the building: "It was a great battle in the divine realm, and the immortals used their own magic weapons to shake the sky, setting off stormy waves, the earth was deformed, and volcanoes erupted......"

"That's enough!" Fan Xian's angry voice rang out in the empty building, and he stared at the mirror. Coughing violently, and finally coughed up a trace of blood, he stubbornly wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips, and scolded in the mirror: "Lao Tzu is the person from the shit God Realm!

"You're a museum, not a god-sun temple!"

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In the Qingguo Palace, which is full of spring, there is a crisp and cold voice in the imperial study that slowly sounds, and the wooden door of the imperial study is slightly opened to facilitate ventilation, and the eunuchs and palace maids led by Eunuch Yao are waiting carefully outside the house and do not go in.

"The height of the temple. then worry about the people. is far away from the rivers and lakes, and is worried about its king. It's both progress and worry. Retirement is also worrying. But when will it be happy? It will say: The worries of the world are worried, and the joy of the world is happy......

Fan Ruoruo finished reading this article softly, closed the page, and then walked to the corner of the imperial study, and began to open her eyes in a daze, she looked at the vigorous spring trees outside the window, and couldn't help but think of her brother, I heard that they went to the north, what is there in the north? Could it be that the legendary earth temple is in the north? I heard that the land of the extreme north is ice and snow all year round, and it is not a place that ordinary people can get close to at all, how is my brother now?

At this time, it was the end of spring, and more than four months had passed since the last palace change, and the palace was shrouded in a beautiful sunshine, but there was a chill in the imperial study. His Majesty the Emperor of Qingguo was lying on the soft couch, covered with a thin quilt, his face was pale, his eyes were a little dull, following Fan Ruoruo's gaze, looking at the green trees outside the window, for some reason, His Majesty's heart was particularly disgusted with the existence of these green trees, perhaps because he felt the irresistible natural principle that spring went to autumn and everything changed.

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

After so much time, the Qingguo Imperial Court naturally knew that the traitor Fan Xian had already escaped from Kyoto, and the information from the north pointed out Fan Xian's whereabouts more accurately. However, to the surprise of many officials in Nanqing, Fan Xian fled Kyoto and did not throw himself into the arms of the Northern Qi court, and what was even more surprising was that His Majesty the Emperor seemed to only invest his anger on Fan Xian, and did not launch a purge within Qingguo.

The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, those sparse eyelashes were like ominous autumn leaves, drooping on his more and more wrinkled face, his gaze swept over Fan Ruoruo's shoulders, and suddenly asked, "Am I really not a good emperor?"

This is a very sad question, a very absurd question, what Emperor Qing did on the dragon chair is just a question that needs to be recognized by history, but this most powerful man in the world, for some reason, 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 those who had died, but now that Fan Xian is reversed, he is used to asking Fan Ruoruo this question, and this question has obviously been asked more than once, because Fan Ruoruo didn't even reply, and responded calmly: "This is not a question that a courtier should answer." ”

Eunuch Yao's voice suddenly came from outside the imperial study: "Concubine Yi has arrived, and Lord Chen has arrived......"

Before the words fell, Concubine Yi and Lin Wan'er walked in. It was evident that these two women had not come much during these days, and the emperor only gave them a cold look, and did not reprimand them, let alone let them get out, but let them come to the side of the soft couch and help themselves up.

Lin Wan'er changed all the bedding on the soft couch. While wiping the fine sweat on his forehead, he said with a smile: "It's all new cotton in Zhongzhou." Embroidery is the most fashionable method in Quanzhou, you try to feel comfortable. ”

Concubine Yi took out a few food ingredients from the food box, carefully fed His Majesty, and nagged while feeding: "The sun has been good these two days, Your Majesty should also go out and walk around." ”

The emperor said indifferently: "Come every day, I don't feel annoyed, and I can't move." "His Majesty's wounds are indeed not healed. Even to the surprise of Fan Ruoruo and Tai Hospital, it was surprisingly lingering, maybe it was really because of his age, if he was placed at the peak of Emperor Qing, no matter how seriously he was injured, I am afraid that he would have already recovered at this time.

Lin Wan'er didn't seem to hear the words of the emperor's uncle, and began to rub his shoulders for him with a smile, and Fan Ruoruo glanced at it for a while. I couldn't help but shake my head, sat down on the other side of the emperor, and began to massage him.

There was silence in the imperial study, and Concubine Yi sat quietly in front of the emperor, smiling at this scene. There was no purge in the imperial court, and the officials of the He faction were slaughtered by Fan Xian. On the contrary, it has turned the inside of the court into an iron bucket, and the third prince Li Chengping, under the leadership of Scholar Hu, has recently begun to try to contact political affairs, although Concubine Mei's belly is too big to be good, but no matter how you look at it, Qingguo is in a very strange stability.

At least in the eyes of the world, His Majesty the Emperor has no intention of changing the throne.

Qingguo didn't seem to have changed anything, on the contrary, it seemed to have changed for the better, except for the young man named Fan Xian, who had disappeared from the world for almost half a year. No one knows where he is. He's still alive or not.

Lin Wan'er did not return to Lanzhou with the size of the family as arranged by Fan Xian. Instead, he stayed in Kyoto quietly, and entered the palace more often than before, which did not shock many people's hearts.

"Tomorrow I will go to court, don't come. After a long silence, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly spoke, his tone was very cold, but there was a hint of heaviness that was extremely difficult to detect, perhaps such a man, in fact, also enjoyed the service of these relatives these days, but these relatives were the family of the son who dared to rebel against him.

"Yes, Your Majesty. Lin Wan'er smiled softly and didn't say much, she clearly knew what she was doing, and she also clearly knew that she was just inheriting Fan Xian's thoughts.

"Don't expect that kid to come back alive, if he does come back, even if I can spare his life, it is impossible for the officials of the world to allow him to live again. The Emperor slowly closed his eyes, the corners of his lips drooping like his eyelashes, and he looked a little tired.

Can Fan Xian come back alive? This is a question that weighs heavily on everyone's hearts, and His Majesty the Emperor's words have obviously cut off everyone's back road. The emperor still closed his eyes tightly and said indifferently: "You don't know why he has to find the temple, but I know that he wants to find the fifth child to come back and kill me, for such a son who has lost his conscience, do I still have any pity for him?"

Yes, the tense has developed to this day, and Emperor Qing has not knocked all these people related to Fan Xian into the dust, and has shown rare magnanimity, of course, to a greater extent, because of the agreement between him and Fan Xian, after all, he doesn't know whether Fan Xian is dead at this time.

Although since ancient times, it seems that no one has ever been able to find the temple on their own, let alone rescue people from the temple, but the emperor still can't rest assured, because he knows that there was a woman who did it once, so will he and that woman's son bring a great surprise to the world?

If Lao Wu really came back with Fan Xian, what would happen to me, what would happen to this world? The emperor suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were full of coldness, and he said, "Chuan Ye re-entered the palace. ”。

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