"Young man, you have come to worship our 'Cloud Immortals'!"

As soon as Zhan Fan entered the temple gate, he was recognized by the person who unsigned as a fresh face, and hurriedly greeted: "Young man, come here and ask for incense, after worshipping the immortals, draw lots, and come to me to unsign!"

Zhan Fan came back to his senses when he was shouted by this, and then he realized that he had unconsciously walked to the temple of worshipping immortals dedicated to the "Yunxiao Immortals". He was slightly stunned www.biquge.info pen "Fun" Pavilion, and then he couldn't help but laugh at himself a little -- could it be that when he arrived at this time, he actually wanted to ask the master for comfort? If that old guy really came alive, he would definitely be slapped in the face.

He wanted to turn around and leave, but there seemed to be a force pulling him towards the temple. The signler didn't get a response from him, and he chattered behind him: "Please fragrant, young man, don't go! I see that you must have come to ask for marriage! Remember to draw lots to find me!"

But in his ears, these words were like the sound of bees and butterflies flapping their wings in the mountains, which seemed to be heard, but also seemed to be inaudible, and even if they did, they felt meaningless.

The moment I walked into the temple, my eyes suddenly went dark.

It was still drizzling outside the temple, and people were still coming and going in the temple, and the incense was continuous. Inside the temple, because candles cannot be lit during the day, it is darker than outside the temple, only the golden statue reflects the light, sometimes bright and sometimes dark, it really seems to be alive.

Zhan Fan stood still, looking up at the huge statue.

He had the impression that the Master was much smaller than this statue, and even much shorter than an ordinary man, but when he stood in front of him, he felt that he was facing an impassable mountain, and although the statue in front of him was taller than himself, and although it was so powerful, it was nothing more than that.

It's just a big nugget of gold.

But this is also the thing he can find, which is the most "close" to the master.

According to Master Shui's teachings on weekdays, Zhan Fan cried a lot, and then threw the master's body between the mountains and fields, and gave alms to heaven and earth. And when he returned to the grass hut on the climbing peak, he realized that the master had gone down the mountain, as if he had calculated it, and had thrown away all the things related to him, leaving nothing for himself and his junior sister.

Coming and going empty, there was nothing, only the master's temper and all kinds of teachings remained in his heart, and he didn't even dare to erect a monument for the master. And this "Cloud Immortal" statue, and the "Cloud Sky Immortal" tablet, if it were normal, he would definitely feel that this was blasphemy against the master, and he would be split with a sword without saying a word, but at this time, he suddenly felt a little grateful in his heart.

He thanked the people who made the statues and built the temples, so that his thoughts could have a place to stay—and perhaps for others, it was a little solace in their hopes.

Those people can barely survive just by asking for hope.

Looking at those passers-by who came and went in a hurry, Zhan Fan suddenly felt that he was a little envious of them. For them, hope is the reason to live, but for him, the hope of breaking the "self barrier" has become a nightmare.

"Young man, why don't you worship?" someone gently tugged at Zhan Fan's sleeve and asked in a low voice.

"Huh?" Zhan Fan subconsciously wanted to shake off the man's hand, but when he looked down, he saw that it was only a fifty or sixty-year-old aunt, so he hurriedly and secretly retracted his strength, "Worship who?"

The aunt smiled with a little anger: "Yes." You don't worship the immortals, just stare at the immortals, that's rude, aren't you afraid that the immortals will be angry and blame you?"

"Condemnation?" Zhan Fan secretly thought that since he was a child, he had been beaten many times by his master and his old man, but if he could condemn himself at this time, he would not say that he would just condemn himself, even if he let himself die, he would be willing.

"Master, the apprentice misses you very much, do you know?" Zhan Fan said silently, took two steps forward, stood in front of the incense case, stretched out his hand to press the gold silk satin on the case, but felt that under the tentacles, it was cold.

When he got closer, he noticed that there were also a portrait on each side of the immortal, a man on the left and a woman on the right, all of them looked like teenagers.

Thinking that there is gossip, it is said that there has always been a pair of young men and women following the immortals on Yunxiao Mountain, and someone has carved out this white and chubby golden boy and jade girl. Zhan Fan looked up from the bottom and saw that the man and woman were stepping on colorful auspicious clouds under their feet, and they were also wearing silk and satin, the "golden boy" was holding a jade ruler, and the "jade girl" was holding a ruyi in her hand - the two of them were kind and kind-eyed, with wide faces and fat bodies, where did they have half a relationship with themselves and their junior sisters.

He was angry and funny, and the sadness of missing his master was diluted, and looking at these portraits, he couldn't help but think of the topic of chatting with Lijiao.

Although he was tired of leaving the girl, he later knew that the person who poisoned Ouyang Xiaomei was not her, and with Han Feng's relationship, he gave her a good look on his face. Lijiao is a self-cooked, and if others give her three points of color, she can open a dyeing workshop, facing a "wooden face" like Zhan Fan, although she can't afford to open a "dyeing workshop", but it is not a problem to open a "painting shop". She chattered and quarreled along the way, but Zhan Fan didn't want to pay attention to it, but he also heard a lot of stories from her.

He always thought that he could turn a deaf ear to these things, but how Han Feng saved Lijiao and how he forced Zhifeng to death, he still listened very seriously, after all, this matter gave him a big blow after all. Master Shui died in the hands of Zhifeng, naturally, Zhan Fan hated her the most in this life, hearing that the enemy died, his heart was as arrogant as others, not only did he not feel relieved, but his heart was empty.

It is not so much that he wants to avenge the Master, but that he is taking revenge as a way, as a proof.

It proves that one day, he will be better than the blue, and become the apprentice who makes Master Shui proud and proud—it is true that if he lets Master know that he has such a mind, he will probably come back to life.

But no matter how determined he is, in the end he is also a mortal with seven emotions and six desires, and he can't be angry, hateful, or bitter.

Because of this, he remembered every little detail in the long story that Lijiao said. He remembered that in the temple of the Yi tribe, there were also countless golden statues. These golden statues were all beast bodies and snake tails, but at the same time that Han Feng escaped from the trap and defeated Zhi Feng, those snake tails all turned into pieces and fell to the ground, revealing the true face of those golden statues.

Is that "self-disability"?

Unrecognizable is an obstacle, and returning my true nature is breaking the obstacle. But what hides all this?

Is it your own cognitive bias, or is it a lack of firmness in your mind?

This heart is fascinated, and it is difficult to distinguish between the West and the East. Master Shui's dying words rang like bells and drums in Zhan Fan's heart, although the immortal hall was extremely quiet, but at this time, he felt that his head was like a spring thunder, making people unable to even stand steadily.

Master's years of teaching, Master's words and deeds, all these years of his own experience flashed before his eyes—it was only at this moment that he realized that he was not lost, but that he had never been aware of it. All these were the snake's tails, those fragments of gold, and he was afraid to throw them away, and he had no foundation for himself—like the golden statues, which everyone thought were supported by these false snake tails, so that no one dared to touch them, but if he touched them, the whole statue would collapse.

He is the same, he is afraid that without these, he will no longer be himself.

But at this time, it dawned on him that without these, he was his true self. If you can't forget it, you can't throw it away, how can you talk about breaking it and standing up?

Coming and going empty, coming and going in a hurry. Master had already pointed out that path, but he was too stupid to understand it today.

Thinking about this, Zhan Fan's spirit was shocked, and he swept away the decline. He laughed a few times, pulled out the sword behind his back, stuck it in front of the incense case, and turned to leave.

"Hey, you person!" The lady who was kneeling in front of the incense case was so frightened that she almost fell off the futon, and then tried to pull the "crazy" young man, but saw that the man was only a few steps out of the temple gate, and he was gone.

Zhan Fan's speed far surpassed that of mortals, and the eldest lady wiped her eyes, only suspecting that she had a nightmare during the day. But if it was a dream, when I turned around, the sword was clearly inserted in front of the incense case, and it trembled slightly.

The sword body is as bright as new, as if it were newly cast.