How to deal with the temple, I thought about it for a long time, and prepared countless philosophical questions, including paradoxes and the like, but then I scratched my head when I wrote it. , aren't we just a little white, except for playing a little brain teaser, I haven't read a few books, how can we have this kind of style......

In addition to the three major vulgarities in my mind, there are still three major vulgarities, and now I am anti-three vulgarities, so let's be more direct. Be violent. And then...... Be warm. Be sensational, be romantic, and report back to everyone. Wang Shuodi's novel, my favorite is still the stewardess,)

Fan Xian's left hand tightly grasped the iron hammer inserted in his chest and abdomen, and felt the coldness coming from the metal. As blood poured out, he felt a chilling sweetness in his nose and throat, and even his body became cold.

The black cloth that was close at hand. Still not stained with starry dust, that plain face with immaturity without a trace of wrinkles. But it's like telling a story that lasts for hundreds of thousands of years.

Fan Xian looked at this familiar face in a daze, but found that he could no longer find a trace of familiar taste from this face. Obviously, it is still this face, and it is still this black cloth, but he clearly knows that the person in front of him is no longer Uncle Wuzhu. At least for this moment. He's not Uncle Wuzhu.

Obviously, this person is the other person. However, the Si people are not the other people. After 20 years of getting along, but at this time, if they meet strangers, what a sad and gloomy thing.

When Fan Xian saw the big box behind Wang Shisanlang, he had a warning in his heart. Uncle Wuzhu was not found. The pleasure of accomplishing the greatest purpose of this trip to the temple. Because he was keenly aware of a hint of a problem. For the temple. Uncle Wuzhu was the most powerful at the beginning. The most senior emissary, and now the greatest traitor. Because Uncle Wuzhu guarded his mother and his own location, the temple didn't know how many messengers died in the hands of Uncle Wuzhu, since the temple finally controlled Uncle Wuzhu, how could he be placed in a place where Wang Shisanlang could easily find him.

Unless the temple can be sure that it can completely control Wuzhu. will not care about the movement of Wuzhudi, and it is based on this judgment. Fan Xian ordered Wang Shisanlang to break out of the temple with the box at the first time, and he firmly believed that as long as he left the scope of the temple, the temple would no longer be able to control Wuzhu. However, all this was reacted too late.

A black light flashed in the air. The box cracked, and Wuzhu, who was covered with a black cloth, instantly killed Fan Xiandi from behind Wang Shisanlang, and put his body like a shrimp, as if he didn't know Fan Xian at all. has never been born and died for Fan Xian's mother and son, and they have never given up.

The moment he saw the black light, Fan Xian couldn't help but think of the scene that Lord Sean had relayed many years ago. When the doors of the temple are opened. The four-year-old ice and snow fairy Ye Qingmei escaped from the temple gate, and a black light flashed out like this, using only one move. and smashed the bitter lotus into a gourd that rolled on the ground.

Fan Xian stared at the black cloth on Wuzhu's face. I felt a sharp pain in my chest and abdomen. I know what method the temple used to erase the memory of Uncle Wuzhu again, or even ...... It was wiped blank.

Blood poured out from between Fan Xian's lips, his face was pale, but his eyes were extremely determined. With difficulty and speed, he raised his right hand and stopped Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's angry attack under shock.

Because he knew that in the face of Uncle Wuzhu, Haitang and Wang Thirteen had no power to fight back. Once you join a warband. There is only one dead end, and if you can get out of this most dangerous situation at the moment, you can only rely on yourself!

Blood spurts. Fan leaned painfully on top of the iron hammer. It looked unusually miserable, but he could still think. didn't die right away, and even raised his right hand to stop Haitang and Wang Shisanlang from acting in grief. This can only be proven. Wuzhu's unusually strong and accurate stab did not hit his vital point.

It's hard to understand. Murder broke out in the realm of Wuzhudi. Except for those great masters under the sky. Who could be spared? What's more, Fan Xian was already seriously injured and sick. Presumably not even the temple had thought about it. Under the hands of Wuzhudi. Fan Xian can still survive. So the voice that sounded in all directions was silent, as if waiting for Wuzhu to judge Fan Xiandi's life and death.

Yes, no one can avoid Wuzhudi's shot, but Fan Xian can!

Since being in that grocery store, Wuzhu gave the kitchen knife in his hand to Fan Xian, on the cliff in Shanzhou. In the company of those slightly moist sea breezes. Fan Xian welcomes Wuzhudi stick education every day. After being shattered countless times, the little yellow flower finally became much tougher.

Thousands of shots. I don't know how many times there have been bruises on Fan Xian's body, but fortunately, it is like this. He has the ability to survive in the world. Exceptionally subtle body movements. More critically. He is out of this world. The person who knows the direction and speed of Wuzhu's shot best.

It's just that in the past tens of thousands of times of education, Wuzhu held the ground in his hand with the wooden stick, and today he holds the ground in his hand with a sharp subway chisel. Fan Xian couldn't completely avoid this thorn. But at the moment before the black light came to the body. With the skillful and instinctive avoidance method. Forced turn. A passage that allows the iron drill to move forward. Avoiding his heart and lungs, it seemed that blood was gushing, but in fact it only hurt the heart socket under the ribs.

The head of the five bamboos is slightly lowered. The black cloth fluttered in the cold breeze, and there was not the slightest emotion on his face, and he couldn't see this peerless powerhouse. Isn't it surprising that the human in front of you can avoid his own stab? In the eyes of others. He just kept that move. Imtab Fan Xian on the iron drill.

"Tell me about it. My mom can't believe it either. This is a sentence that Fan Xian said while coughing up blood,

Just after these words, Wuzhu was silent for a moment, and suddenly asked indifferently, "Your mother's surname." ”

It is this light, like a light. It occupied Fan Xian's mind in an instant, making him see a glimmer of the possibility of living, and he stared at the black cloth. said: "My mother's surname is Ye." ”

Wuzhu did not react.

"You call her Miss. Fan Xian looked at Uncle Wuzhu with an indifferent face, and he didn't know why he was sad. Even worse than the pain at the wound, he said in a sad voice.

Wuzhu still didn't react.

"Her name is Ye Qingmei. My name is Fan Xian. Your name is Wuzhu. Fan Xian spit out the blood foam on his lips. looked at Wuzhu and said viciously, but it touched the wound in his chest and abdomen, and there was a sharp pain, which made his eyes dark.

Wuzhu still didn't react, like he should have known best. The name of the closest place had long since disappeared from his mind, although he had said a word earlier. However, there was a chill in his whole body, like a piece of ice between heaven and earth. It will never melt.

Looking at this piece of ice, looking at the black cloth on the ice, Fan Xian seemed to see a familiar soul. Gradually turn into a point of light. He broke away from the ground in front of him and flew into the air. Gradually dissolves into nothingness.

This fact. Fan Xian felt endless panic and sadness, he faintly felt that he would never see that Uncle Wuzhu again in his life, and this kind of grief made him forget that he was still wearing an iron drill, seriously injured and dying, and was about to say goodbye to this world.

For Fan Xian, who has seen the changes of the millennium. Death is not terrible. Terrifyingly, when he died, he faced the closest person to the ground, but he couldn't recognize himself, he glanced at Wuzhu in despair, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and he knelt in the snow weakly.

Wuzhu slowly withdrew the iron chisel, and did not look at Fan Xian, who was kneeling in front of him, and bent his elbows, and the thin cloth cut through the air. With a direct blow, he finally couldn't help but launch a sneak attack from behind, and the Earth King Thirteen Lang smashed back.

And then the blind man with a black cloth. Without any mood swings, he walked steadily past the stone platform covered with shallow snow, and the distance of each step seemed to have been calculated. He walked over to the only intact building in the temple and sat down.

It's like a soulless shell. sat down in front of the gate of the Eternal Iceberg Treasure Land and began to guard. Start waiting. This waits. I don't know how many more tens of thousands of years it will be.

Fan Xiandi's body finally collapsed in the snow. Blood seeped out of his body, and Begonia half-knelt beside him, trying in vain to stop the bleeding for him, forcibly suppressing the sadness and shock in her heart, but she couldn't suppress the tears in her eyes.

Wuzhu did not make a move to Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. Probably because in the temple's view, these two companions of Fan Xian could not affect the overall interests of mankind. And it requires these two men to declare the existence of the temple to the world. This is a simple logical judgment. And the rest is not involved.

However, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang didn't understand. The two powerhouses of the human world, looking at the blind man sitting cross-legged in front of the door of the building, felt the chill all over their bodies, especially Begonia, she didn't understand how the blind master would shoot at Fan Xian, she didn't understand. Why did the blind master sit in front of that door, but there was a feeling in the dark that let her know that maybe in the long years to come, this Fan Xian was the closest uncle. This most mysterious cloth cloth master in the world may be in the temple, not knowing the years in the mountains.

Fan Xian was about to die, but Haitang looked at the expressionless Wuzhu sitting like that, and actually felt an uncontrollable chill and melancholy.

Calm returned to the temple, and the voice that was gentle and calm, without the slightest human emotion, was no longer heard. Light snow fell from the sky again. The surrounding snow-capped mountains glow with crystal light if they are not places of existence.

Wuzhu sat indifferently in front of the gate. Unmoving, indescribably lonely and lonely.

The snow doesn't stop. The cold wind is blowing. People's hearts are rain and snow, and there is no loneliness. Loneliness has no end. Fan Xian deliberately opened the gap in the ground through the tent. Look at the snow blowing outside the tent. There was not the slightest expression on his face, as indifferent as the blind man in the snowy mountains in the distance.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang carried him down the snowy mountain after hardships and returned to the camping place. I thought that Fan Xian would not survive for more than a day, but he didn't expect that Fan Xian would rely on his Xiaoqiang-like vitality. survived.

From the moment I woke up. Fan Xian fell silent. Haitang and Wang Shisanlang knew that he had mixed emotions in his heart. So didn't try to bother. just briefly described the scene after he passed out, in fact, until this time, Haitang and Thirteen Lang still didn't figure it out. Why did the temple have to die and allow the two of them to live.

Fan Xiandi's body was very weak. Originally, I meditated for a few days in this place where the vitality of heaven and earth was extremely strong, and my body gradually improved. And because of this massive blood loss. To the point of being abandoned, but Fan Xian did not have the slightest disappointment and sadness, he just looked at the wind and snow outside the tent indifferently, and it was many days at a glance, carefully raising his body.

According to the original plan, after they left the temple. It was necessary to go south as fast as possible, as far as possible to avoid the heavy snowstorms that would be reached after the summer, and the most terrible polar night, but because Fan Xiandi was injured, and because Fan Xiandi insisted, the camp stayed behind the snowy mountains and did not move south.

Begonia Duoduo and Wang Shisanlang have been getting more and more melancholy these days. Although the trip to the temple yielded nothing. At least for them. But to be able to enter the temple alive. Leaving the temple alive was already an impossible task in the human world, and they couldn't have hoped for more.

Of course, they understood why Fan Xian refused to leave the snow mountain. That's because there are people in the temple in the mountains who he can't let go of the most. But they really don't know. Facing the mysterious Earth Temple. What can mortals do about themselves.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang are not Fan Xian. It is impossible to see through the truth of the temple land, they only know that even a peerless powerhouse like Wuzhu. Still did not dare to disobey the orders of the temple. He was ruthless to Fan Xian, who was closest to him, and asked in this case. The three of them were outside the snowy mountains. And what can be done?

But Fan Xian doesn't think so. If he wants to watch Uncle Wuzhu alone in the Snow Mountain Temple for thousands of years, he won't do anything to kill him, of course. At this time, Di Fan Xian had vaguely guessed the true identity of Uncle Wuzhu, but he still used the words "lonely and bitter" to describe Wuzhu, because he knew that Wuzhu was different from the temple.

Uncle Wuzhu has feelings. There are ties. It's not a cold program. He is a living person, Fan Xian firmly believes this. Because in the dim secret room of the grocery store in Shanzhou. He had seen a smile that was brighter than a flower. And after recuperating from his injuries in Dadongshan. Uncle Wuzhu is becoming more and more like a person.

When did this change begin. Fan Xian didn't know, maybe it was countless thousands of years ago. The messenger covered with a black cloth. As a divinely appointed earth. Wandering among the various human tribes, and seeing too many human joys and sorrows?Perhaps Uncle Wuzhu himself is the most powerful existence in the temple. Over hundreds of thousands of years of evolution. Embarked on a completely different path than the temple itself? Or is it because it was decades ago? Suddenly, a spirit-like life appeared in the world, for a reason that no one could know. Appears in the Temple. In the midst of getting along with that little girl. Uncle Wuzhu was inspired to come up with something?

Fan Xian didn't want to pursue this. There is no need to pursue this. He only knew that when he was reborn into this world, he was leaning on the back of Uncle Wuzhu. The first person he saw was Uncle Wuzhu.

Uncle Gotake's back is warm. His eyes had never looked at it. But there are feelings when you think about it.

Fan Xian didn't know how the temple regained control of Uncle Wuzhu, perhaps it was similar to brainwashing. Maybe a restart. Maybe it's formatting?In short, the light of life in Wuzhu's body is a touch of wisdom and emotion. At the moment, it is not visible at all.

This fact made Fan Xian feel extremely sad and angry. He couldn't watch this happen and do nothing at all. Because for him, the powerful existence of the withered temple is nothing more than the flesh of Uncle Wuzhu. And Wuzhu Shudi's soul will not be recovered. Just wait for Uncle Wuzhu to die.

Twenty years ago. During the purge between the temple and Emperor Lao Tzu, Wuzhu killed several messengers from the temple, but he was seriously injured. In the words of Old Man Chen Pingping and Wuzhu himself, he forgot a lot of things.

This amnesia must have been caused by the temple's means. It's just that Wuzhu has forgotten some things from the past few years. But he remembered the recent events very clearly, he remembered Ye Qingmei and Fan Xian, but Wuzhu in the snowy mountains today didn't remember anything.

Fan Xiandi's eyes drooped slightly. There was an extremely bright light in his pupils, and his body was still weak. But his faith was remarkably abundant. He will not leave the snowy mountains. He must return to the temple and bring Uncle Wuzhu back!

Because he didn't die. Wuzhu's thorn didn't kill him!

Fan Xian accurately judged that the temple should not be able to fully control the completely different life like Uncle Wuzhu. At least those names, those names engraved in Uncle Wuzhu's life. successfully interfered with Wuzhu Shudi's behavior, so that he did not kill Fan Xian.

With Wuzhu's ability, it is too simple to judge whether Fan Xiandi is alive or dead. However, he let Fan Xian live. This is Fan Xian's current confidence. He believes. Uncle Wuzhu will definitely wake up one day.

Many, many years ago, Ye Qingmei escaped from the temple with the help of Kuhe and Sean. Walk south in the wind and snow. Then one day, the little girl, who was four years old at the time, sighed and looked at the north at the mouth of the tent. Said one sentence: "He is too pitiful." ”

Many, many years later. Seriously injured, Fan Xian left the temple with the help of Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. But he did not leave at all, nor did he sigh, for he would not abandon the poor blind man at all, and return to the prosperous world by himself.

Ye Qingmei later bravely returned to the temple. With Wuzhu, he stole the box and left again. Fan Xian also has to go back, the past of decades. It seems to have fallen into some kind of cycle again, but this kind of cycle does not make people feel the slightest boredom, and some are just a faint warmth.

When Fan Xian was able to walk, the wind and snow around the snow-capped mountain were already extremely windy. He walked towards the snowy mountains for the second time, just like his mother Ye Qingmei's choice back then. Because both their mother and son are reluctant. I can't bear that person...... Alone.