The wind and snow stopped.

Hearing that flat voice, Fan Xian's pupils constricted, and he looked vigilantly at the wooden door in front of him, like a book from heaven, not knowing what kind of monster would run out of it.

However, after a long time, the temple in the depths of the snow-capped mountain was still quiet, and the voice in the temple seemed to have fallen into some kind of complicated thinking process and fell silent after answering Fan Xian's subconscious angry question.

Immediately afterwards, the strange door in front of the temple quietly opened a crack, and when such a heavy door opened, it did not make a single sound, which made people shudder. The temple door was opened at a fifteen degree angle, and the scenery inside could not be seen from the front, but the silent opening seemed to indicate some kind of invitation from the people in the temple.

Fan Xian's heart pounded at this moment, and then forcibly calmed down, he squinted at the shadow of the temple gate, there was no expression on his face, but to everyone's surprise, he sat down slowly, and sat on the light white snow on the stone platform.

He thought that just like the distant past of decades, when Master Kuhe was about to open the temple door, a black shadow would pop out like lightning inside, giving himself the strongest blow to these people, but the temple door opened, but there was no movement, could it be ...... The person in the temple also feels lonely, lonely, and cold? So the people in the temple would like to see their own people coming?

Baoshan is in front, hell is in front, heaven is in front, flowers and snow are in front, only a stone's throw away, but Fan Xian sat down, with a slight smile on the corner of his lips, closed his eyes, and began to meditate constantly.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang didn't understand the conversation between the voice in the temple and Fan Xian, after all, there is no museum in this world. They also didn't understand why Fan Xian was sitting down in front of the temple gate at this moment. They watched in amazement as the temple opened its gates, and nervously walked up to Fan Xiandi's side and took out the weapons beside them. Began to protect the Dharma for him.

Begonia's weapon was still the soft sword at her waist, but Wang Shisanlang found a wooden stick out of nowhere, like a hunter, his eyes stared sharply at the temple door that opened a small slit.

The three people on the snow stood silently in front of the temple gate.

The vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth is extremely strong. Fan Xian was keenly aware of this. That's why he sat down with his eyes closed. Before entering the temple. He at least had to make sure that he could move without hindrance, and if he wanted to run away for a while, at least he wouldn't drag down Haitang and Thirteen Lang. Since the temple is in front. The temple door has been opened, and these tens of thousands of years have been waiting. Why rush at this moment.

I don't know how long it took, Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes, and the 36,000 pores on his body greedily absorbed enough heaven and earth vitality, repairing a lot of the meridian sores in his body. Behind the waist, the true yuan of the accumulation of land in the snow-capped mountains can finally try to flow slowly.

He was in much better spirits. Ready to enter the temple.

Fan Xian's eyes fell on the temple gate. Jusan Lang was also staring nervously at this time. Only two crunching sounds were heard. A little bird came out of the temple gate and barked twice at the nervous trio outside.

The bird is verdant. It's beautiful, and it feels clean. Outside the temple, the trio watched the bird arrive. I couldn't help but be stunned, I didn't expect that the temple would not welcome the guests by some demon immortal, but just a bird.

The bluebird is diligent for seeing.

"Let's go. Begonia looked at the beautiful blue bird. My heart trembled slightly. Subconsciously said a word. Helped Fan Xian up from the snow.

Fan Xian's spirit had improved a lot at this time, and he pondered for a moment and said, "Enter." ”

............ One Temple, One World. Behind the door, of course, is another world. However, contrary to the imagination of the world, behind the temple gate. It was not a fairyland, and it was not the same as Begonia imagined, and the blue bird squeaked and flew away. There are no more lovely creatures coming to greet the toiling travelers.

The temple is still a square inside. A huge square. The square is surrounded by a number of huge buildings, albeit tall. However, they were all blocked by the black stone wall outside, and people under the snow-capped mountains would definitely not be able to see it.

These building materials and architectural styles. Even the height and breadth are not the extent that the world in which people live can attain. The walls on both sides of the road bear traces of murals that have been worn to the extreme. Faint lines and some very dull colors can be seen.

Fan Xian and the three of them walked on the passage in the interior of the temple, looking up at a snowy sky and looking down at a snowy field, only to feel that there was still so silence between heaven and earth. The mythical sights and landscapes around me don't seem to be real.

The three of them were like three little black dots, walking silently down the passage. The voice of the temple never sounded again, as if the people in the temple did not care where they came from or did not bother to instruct them where they were going.

So Fan Xian and the three of them just walked silently and casually on the passage in the temple, their eyes calmly observed the eaves and boulder platforms of the buildings around them, seemingly ordinary and casual, in fact, their hearts had already set off stormy waves, after all, this is the interior of the temple, I am afraid that no one has ever entered this world, the legendary, the mythical land, finally appeared in front of their own land, begonia blossoms and Wang Shisanlang's appearance of calm, what kind of complex emotions to suppress?

Back then, Kuhe and Sean were just outside the door of the temple when they met the black shadow and the little fairy, but Fan Xian and the three of them actually walked into the temple.

Fan Xian had to be calmer, because he had vaguely guessed the origin of the temple from the voice in the temple, his eyes stopped on the remaining murals on both sides of the passage, the skin of the paintings peeled off so badly that he couldn't see the specific content depicted on them, the historical secrets seemed to be hidden in these paintings, but Fan Xian easily found familiar traces from those residual lines.

Just like the architectural style of the temple has influenced the black and green palace in the capital city, the mural style in the temple and the style of the lacquer paintings of the Qing Temple and even the Yishiju restaurant seem to be in the same vein, it seems that the temple has been standing in the world for tens of thousands of years, although it has not entered the world, it has always had a faint influence on the world.

The snow inside the temple is much smaller than outside the walls. At this time, the wind and snow stopped early. There was only a thin layer of powder snow on the passage, and the footprints of Fan Xian and the three of them were imprinted on it very clearly, turning into a lonely line. Straight into the depths of the temple.

Along the way, all you see are some dilapidated buildings, deserted and uninhabited, this place is not a fairyland. It's not God's Domain. As Emperor Lao Tzu and Uncle Wuxiu said. It's just a rundown place.

Fan Xian withdrew his gaze looking back at the footprints in the snow. After a little hesitation, he continued to walk forward with Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. Since entering the snowfield, he has become the leader of the trio, although his injuries have not recovered, and his illness has returned. However, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang vaguely noticed that Fan Xian had more knowledge of certain aspects than most people in the world.

The small, agile and beautiful blue bird in front of him was still cooing, disappearing from time to time. led three young and strong men who came to the temple to worship. Treading on the light snow. Walking with loneliness and silence.

The extent of the temple complex has been roughly confirmed. It was a flat square, and the three of them had unconsciously walked to the center of the temple.

In the very center of the temple is a platform, and behind the platform is one of the best-preserved buildings, although many scars from time can still be seen outside the building. The edges and corners of the rocks gradually weathered bear witness to the ruthlessness of heaven and earth, but the building did not collapse.

All the way here. I didn't see a single person. See a legendary temple emissary. Only the bluebird was flying, and it landed on a stone platform covered with thin snow.

Fan Xian's brows furrowed slightly. Spotted bluebird landing on thin snow.

No footprints were left, and the temple messenger did not appear, the silence of that voice. Let him confirm another fact.

Perhaps it was a kind of induction in the dark, Fan Xian and the three of them stopped in front of this stone platform and looked at the blue bird on the snow platform. Silent, as if to see it turn into a flower, or take back a flower.

I don't know how long I waited. The temple is oppressively quiet. There has been no change in the slightest, and Fan Xian's movements have not changed in the slightest. His body was slightly slumped, but his heart was trembling slightly, and the traces of buildings he had passed along the way. In fact, it made him a little nervous, because he vaguely felt that those buildings were the relics of civilization left over countless years ago, and maybe there was something related to the world in his previous life.

"There is no danger in the temple, those temple messengers should be dead. Fan Xian's hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence that had been maintained inside the temple for countless years, and the blue bird on the snow platform turned its head and glanced at him.

Fan Xian suddenly spoke, which surprised the begonia and Wang Shisanlang beside him, since entering the temple, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's emotions have been shocked by these never-before-seen, unheard of huge architectural ruins and the little blue bird that can be psychic, and they have long lost their calm judgment in the world, and they are a little confused.

"Are they all dead?" Haitang and Wang Shisanlang simply subconsciously retold Fan Xian's words, but it was impossible to agree with his judgment at all, there was no danger in the temple?

Haitang looked at the blue bird on the snow platform, his face was slightly pale, and he said in a trembling voice: "Even if it is a dilapidated fairyland, it is still a fairyland. ”

The innocent children of Tianyi, the worship of the temple is deeply rooted in the bones, and the disciples and grandchildren of the Qingshan lineage have never inherited the strongest spirit of the bitter lotus master, including Begonia, the world faces the temple, and after entering the temple, they will subconsciously recognize themselves as much weaker.

"What is there to be in awe?" Fan Xian didn't say this, thinking fiercely in his heart, Uncle Wuzhu said that there are few people in the family anymore, one died in the alley outside the house, and when the mother died, the temple also died.

The temple is not a fairyland, just a ruins, confirming this fact, Fan Xian's heart no longer has any fear, he squinted, looked at the blue bird on the snow platform, and suddenly said:

"Looks like ...... The messenger died, and the immortal of the temple had already left, leaving only this fairy bird, just take a stroll, and let's go back. ”

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang turned their heads to look at Fan Xian in disbelief, their hearts were a little restless at this time, but they didn't hear Fan Xian's lie. Of course, this is also because of the lingering disappointment and sadness on Fan Xian's pale face. The acting is too clever.

"Blind ......" Haitang was ready to say, if the temple is really barren and dilapidated to this extent, if there is really no supreme existence outside Liuhe. Why don't you try to find the whereabouts of the five bamboos.

But just like this, in vain? Wang Shisanlang's muscles were tense at this time. I don't know how to face this empty and desolate temple. Went through so many hardships. He had just made it through the snow to get here, how could he be willing to retreat?

Fan Xian coughed sharply twice. Stopped Begonia from questioning, just stared at the blue bird on the snow platform - everything in the world needs a reason. Since the temple is just a civilized site. A museum, so the voice in this big temple invited the three of them into the temple, and naturally there are things that need to be done by themselves.

The development of things was as Fan Xian expected, and the blue bird on the snow platform suddenly cooed twice. Flapping his wings, he flew towards the sky of the clouds, but he only flew up to a height of about ten zhang.

It suddenly turned into countless points of light. Dissipated into the air!

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's bodies were shocked. Approached Fan Xian as fast as he could. Protecting his whole body, he was very afraid that the changes in the temple would kill Fan Xian, the most vulnerable person.

Fan Xian was not afraid at all, he just squinted his eyes and looked coldly at the slowly descending points of light in the air. The points of light descended into the air above the snow platform and began to condense together. It's like countless fireflies in the sky on a summer night. Because of some kind of miraculous place. Arranged in a certain shape...... The point of light grew brighter and darker. A figure in the air was revealed, gradually becoming clearer. Those lines became clearer and clearer, and I could see clearly the flowing cloud robe at the corner of the sleeve, and I could see the black gold and jade belt around the waist.

I saw the pair of upturned shoes under my feet.

An old man in an ancient robe with wide sleeves appeared in mid-air like this, and he couldn't see his unofficial face clearly. But his presence can be clearly seen, his feet are not standing on the snow platform, but the volley is floating in the air like this. The people of other places are obviously here. But Haitang and Wang Shisanlang didn't feel the slightest breathing and heartbeat at all, and they didn't even feel like they existed!

Volley. As if he wanted to go with the wind, his wide sleeves flew lightly on the snow platform, and a faint light shrouded the old man's whole body!

Such a scene. Shocked the three people in front of the snow platform, able to dance in the air, able to emit golden light, what level of cultivation is this? No, where is this cultivation, this is obviously immortal art! Except for the immortals in the temple, who else can use this kind of worshipful way to appear in front of the world?

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang opened their eyes in confusion, looking at the scene in front of them that they couldn't understand no matter what, and naturally linked the existence of this blue bird with the legendary temple immortal, their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they naturally bowed down, and sincerely bowed down to the snow.

Fan Xian also bowed, his knees fell into the thin soft snow, and his body began to tremble, like a world man who was caught in excitement and couldn't extricate himself.

No one can explain the picture in front of him, even if Fan Xian's civilization in his previous life could not create such a divine phenomenon, the immortal on the snow platform who was glowing with clear light and stood in the sky seemed so real, really like a fairy.

However, Fan Xian's excitement and fear were still mostly disguised, and he forced himself to calm down, his brain spinning rapidly, analyzing the immortal that appeared in front of him. If this temple is a museum, as the people in the temple say, it is still a military museum, then how can there be immortals?

Since he is not an immortal, what will it be? Fan Xian has never squeezed his brain cells like he did today, his head was slightly lowered, and he was thinking desperately, could it be ...... Is it a hologram that I've heard of in a previous life?

Fan Xian didn't throw a handful of snow over to see if it would pass through the immortal's body, but once he had a decision in his heart, his fear naturally weakened a lot, and he knelt in front of the snow platform sincerely like Haitang and Wang Shisanlang.

"A begonia in the sky of Northern Qi has seen immortals. Begonia Duoduo believes that the temple immortals must know the Qingshan lineage, and the Tianyi Gate for the purpose of worshiping the temple and spreading the benevolence of the temple is the door, and the voice trembles.

"Dongyi City Sword Lu King Thirteen Lang. Wang Shisanlang's voice was a little weird, probably this heroic son was finally a little unclear by this mental impact today.

"Nanqing Fan Xian. Fan Xian did not hide his real name, the last temple messenger came to the world and died at the hands of Uncle Wuzhu. That's because of Emperor Lao Tzu's vicious methods, presumably the temple doesn't know the relationship between itself and Ye Qingmei.

He was just thinking about it now, the temple was open to the three of them. If the temple has been pretending to be an immortal in the myths and legends of this world for countless years, then it will continue to play the role today, and if you want to pretend to be a fairy, you will naturally have to be hypocritical to the extreme, and you must put the shelf on your feet, so as to frighten people like Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. If you don't speak first, I'm afraid that the temple won't react in any way.

"The three of us came from the south...... Fan Xian recounted the hardships on the snowfield in a hoarse voice, in order to prove the determination of the three of them and the worship and yearning for the temple, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang finally came to their senses at this time. knew that Fan Xian was lying. I couldn't help but be shocked in my heart, thinking about the thought of immortals. He knows that he is loyal and treacherous, and he has to lie in front of the immortals. Fan Xian was too bold.

"You are creatures of the world, and the great temple looks at the people of the earth with mercy, and the frost and snow prove your determination, and there is no doubt. You all need the guidance of the Light, and the Light is before you. ”

The blue bird turned into the immortal of the earth, and finally spoke, without a trace of emotional fluctuations in his voice. But it's amazing. It's not cold, but it's a bit warm and amiable.

The voice of the immortal echoed through the empty and silent temple. Buzzed, not knowing that the sound came from the lips of the immortals, but from the four hundred and eight directions of heaven and earth.

The miraculous appearance of this sentence. Ling Haitang and Wang Shisanlang once again strengthened the judgment that the other party was an immortal. However, Fan Xian sneered in his heart and thought, it was just an upgraded version of the big cough.

The light is ahead. Need guidance? How miserable the world is, if you have any doubts, you can ask the immortals in the temple for help, so Fan Xian naturally spoke.

"Supreme Immortal, we want to know...... Who we are, where we came from, and where we are going. ”

They had come from the south, and had reached the temple, and who knew where they were going? After hearing Fan Xian's three questions, the immortal suddenly fell silent, and the lichen that fluttered in the cold air instantly became stiff without a trace of trembling.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang didn't understand why Fan Xian asked these three questions, and Fan Xian had slowly stood up at this time, his eyes were unusually calm and indifferent, looking at the immortal who fell into silence, and finally confirmed his judgment through detailed observation.

"You are you, where you have come and where you go. ”

The immortal's clothes fluttered, his voice still so warm, and his words were so subtle. This answer fell on the ears of Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, it was very pleasant, and I was afraid that if it fell on anyone's ears, it would look particularly wonderful.

However, what Fan Xian wanted was the other party's answer, he calmly looked directly at the bright figure floating in the air, and secretly thought to himself that it would take so long to search the database, and it seemed that the energy of the temple was really about to run out.

Obviously, the immortal did not have the slightest anger at Fan Xian's actions of standing up straight and looking at him rudely, and in the light, he looked at Fan Xian gently.

"That's not what I wanted. Fan Xian said.

"The answer is just the answer, whether it is needed or not, in fact, it is just a matter of the heart. The answer of the temple immortal was still full of divine spirit.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and then said, "I want to know the past of the temple. ”

The immortal was silent again, and the light that hung over his robe dimmed for a moment. Fan Xian's eyes stared at this piece of light without blinking, and he secretly begged in his heart, if you are really a holographic image, if you are really just a docent of this museum, complete your own mission, tell this history that has been obliterated.

If someone can really enter the legendary temple, they may ask for alchemy, maybe it is the art of immortality, or it is those magical supreme skills, but Fan Xian is different, what he wants to know most is the history of the temple, outside the temple gate he once blurted out the word museum, but it is obvious that the people in the temple did not guess that Fan Xian had a soul faintly connected with him because of those three people.

The immortal's clothes stiffened for a long time, and the light dimmed much, much later, perhaps the human-like thoughts flying in the points of light were weighing some kind of permission.