The wind and snow stopped.

Hearing that flat voice, Fan Xian's eyes constricted, and he looked at the wooden door in front of him like a book from heaven, not knowing what kind of monster would come 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 fell 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 shallow 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 was no museum in this world, and they didn't understand why Fan Xian sat down in front of the temple gate at the moment, they looked at the open door of the temple in a daze, and nervously walked to Fan Xian's side, took out the weapon next to him, and 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 is keenly aware of this, so he will sit down with his eyes closed, before entering the temple, he must at least ensure that he can move without hindrance, and when he wants to run away wildly, at least he will not drag down Haitang and Thirteen Lang. Since the temple is in front and the temple door has been opened, these tens of thousands 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, the 36,000 pores of his body greedily absorbed enough heaven and earth vitality, repaired a lot of meridian sores in his body, and the true yuan accumulated in the snow-capped mountains behind his waist could finally try to flow slowly, his jīng god was much better, and he was ready to enter the temple.

Fan Xian's eyes fell on the door of the temple, and Thirteen Lang was also staring nervously at there at this time, only to hear two squeaks, and a small bird came out of the door of the temple childishly and barked twice at the nervous three people outside.

This bird is verdant, very beautiful, revealing a pure feeling, the three people outside the temple looked at the arrival of this bird, and couldn't help but be stunned, they didn't expect that the temple came to welcome guests not some demon immortal, but just a bird.

The bluebird is diligent for seeing.

"Let's go. Haitang looked at the beautiful blue bird, her heart trembled slightly, and she subconsciously said a word and helped Fan Xian up from the snow.

Fan Xian's jīng god at this time was already much better, and he pondered for a moment and said, "Enter." ”

............ One temple and one world, and behind the door is naturally another world. However, unlike what the world imagined, behind the gate of the temple, there was not a fairyland, and it was not the same as Begonia imagined, the blue bird squeaked and flew away, and there were no more lovely creatures to greet the hard travelers.

The inside of the temple was still a square, a huge square, and there were huge buildings scattered around the square, although these buildings were tall, but they were blocked by the black stone walls outside, and people under the snow-capped mountains would certainly not be able to see them.

The materials and architectural styles of these buildings, as well as their height and breadth, are beyond the reach of the world in which people live. The walls on both sides of the road have some traces of murals that have fallen to the extreme, and faintly you can still see a trace of lines and some very dull colors.

Fan Xian and the three of them walked on the passage in the temple, looking up at a snowy day, looking down at a snowy field, only to feel that there was still so silence between heaven and earth, and those mythical scenes and scenery around them did not seem to be real.

The three of them were like three little black dots, walking silently on the passageway, and the voice in the temple never sounded again, as if the people in the temple did not care where they came from, nor did they 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 of the building and the boulder platform that swept 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, and the legendary, the mythical land has finally appeared in front of them.

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 painting skin peeled off so badly, it was impossible to see the specific content depicted on it, the secret of history seemed to be hidden in these paintings, but Fan Xian found familiar traces from those residual lines very lightly.

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 wind and snow in the temple are much smaller than those outside the wall, and at this time, the wind and snow have stopped early, and only a thin layer of powder snow has been laid on the passage, and the footprints of Fan Xian and the three of them are clearly printed on it, turning into a lonely line and going straight into the depths of the temple.

What I saw along the way, just some dilapidated buildings, deserted and desolate, this place is not a fairyland, not a divine domain, as Emperor Lao Tzu and Uncle Wuzhu said, it is just a dilapidated place.

Fan Xian retracted his gaze looking back at the footprints in the snow, pondered slightly, and continued to walk forward with Begonia and Wang Shisanlang, since entering the snowfield, he has become the leader of the three, although his injuries have not recovered, and the illness has come again, but Haitang and Wang Shisanlang vaguely noticed that Fan Xian has more knowledge in certain aspects than most people in the world.

The small, agile and beautiful blue bird in front of him was still cooing, appearing and disappearing, leading the three young and strong men who came to the temple to worship the temple, stepping on the thin snow, accompanied by loneliness and silence.

The extent of the temple's internal complex was roughly confirmed, and it was a flat square, and the three of them had unconsciously walked to the very center of the temple.

There is a platform in the center of the temple, and behind the platform there is one of the best-preserved buildings, although you can still see the scars left by many times outside the building, and the edges and corners of the weathered stones bear witness to the ruthlessness of heaven and earth, but the building has not collapsed.

All the way here, I didn't see a single person, I saw a messenger of the legendary temple, only the blue bird was flying, and at this time it landed on the stone platform covered with light snow.

Fan Xian frowned slightly, and found that the blue bird landed on the thin snow without leaving any footprints, and the temple messenger did not appear, and the silence of that voice allowed him to 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, looked at the blue bird on the snow platform, and were silent, as if they wanted to see it turn into a flower, or take back a flower.

I don't know how long I waited, the oppressive quiet environment in the temple has not changed in the slightest, Fan Xian's movements have not changed in the slightest, his body is slightly rickety, but his heart is trembling slightly, the traces of buildings he passed along the way actually made him a little nervous, because he faintly 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, the love between Haitang and Wang Shisanlang has been shocked by these unseen and unheard of huge architectural ruins and the little blue bird that can be psychic, and they have already lost their calm judgment when they are in the world, and they are a little confused.

"Are they all dead?" Haitang and Wang Shisanlang simply subconsciously repeated 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 broken 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 jīng god 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: "It seems...... 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 minds were a little restless at this time, they didn't hear Fan Xian's lie, of course, this was also because of the lingering disappointment and sadness on Fan Xian's pale face, and he acted too smartly.

"Blind ......" Haitang was ready to say, if the temple is really barren and dilapidated to this kind of process, if there is really no supreme existence outside the **, why not try to find the whereabouts of Wuzhu, but have to return in vain? Wang Shisanlang was tense at this time, and he didn't know how to face this empty and desolate temple, and after so many hardships, he had to go through the snow field to get here, how could he be willing to retreat?

Fan Xian coughed twice hurriedly, stopped Haitang's questioning, and just stared at the blue bird on the snow platform - everything in the world needs a reason, since the temple is just a ruins of civilization and a museum, then 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, the blue bird on the snow platform suddenly cooed twice, flapped its wings and flew towards the misty sky, but it only flew up to a height of about ten zhang, and then it turned into countless points of light and dissipated into the air!

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's bodies shook, and they approached Fan Xian as fast as they could, protecting his whole body, very frightened 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, those points of light descended into the mid-air above the snow platform, and began to condense together, just like countless fireflies in the summer night sky, arranged into a certain shape for some mysterious reason...... The point of light gradually brightened and dimmed, revealing a figure in the air that gradually became clearer, those lines became clearer and clearer, and I could see clearly the flowing cloud robe at the corner of the sleeve, the black gold and jade belt around the waist, and 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 face clearly, but he could clearly see his cunzài, his feet were not standing on the snow platform, and the volley was floating like this, his people were obviously here, but Haitang and Wang Shisanlang couldn't feel the slightest breathing heartbeat at all, and they didn't even feel the feeling of cunzai!

Standing in the air, as if yù was going with the wind, the wide sleeves flew gently on the snow platform, and a faint light shrouded the old man's whole body!

Such a scene shocked the hearts of the three people in front of the snow platform, who can dance in the air and emit golden light? No, where is this cultivation, this is obviously immortal art! In addition to the immortals in the temple, who else can appear in front of the world in such a way that makes people worship?

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 connected this blue bird into a living place, and 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 Erlang was finally affected by this jīng god today, and he was a little unclear.

"Nanqing Fan Xian. Fan Xian did not hide his real name, the last temple envoy came to the world and died at the hands of Uncle Wuzhu, that was because of the ruthless methods of Emperor Lao Tzu, presumably the temple did not know the relationship between himself and Ye Qingmei.

If the temple has been pretending to be an immortal in the myths and legends of this world for countless years, then it must continue to play the role today, and if you want to pretend to be an immortal, you will naturally have to be hypocritical to the extreme, and you must put the shelf on your feet to frighten people like Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, if you don't speak first, I'm afraid that the temple will not have any reaction.

"The three of us came from the south...... Fan Xian said in a hoarse voice, and told the hardships on the snowfield again, 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, knowing that Fan Xian was lying, and couldn't help but be shocked in their hearts, thinking that the immortals had a thought, and they knew that they were loyal to Jiān, and they had to tell lies in front of the immortals, Fan Xian was too bold.

"You are creatures of the world, the people of the great temple who have mercy on you, and the frost and snow have proved your determination, and any doubts need the guidance of the light, and the light is before you. ”

The immortal who turned into a blue bird finally spoke, and there was no trace of emotion in his voice, but it was wonderful, not cold, but a little warm and amiable.

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

The miraculous appearance of this sentence made Haitang and Wang Shisanlang once again firm up the judgment that the other party was an immortal, but Fan Xian sneered in his heart and thought, it was just an upgraded version of the big horn.

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 clothes fluttering 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 calm and abnormally indifferent, looking at the immortal who fell into silence, and finally confirmed his judgment through the detailed observation.

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

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