(This is my favorite chapter so far.) ）

Fan Xian lowered his head and walked in the direction of the side hall, but the corner of his eyes fell on the Temple of Heaven in the main hall, and he was very curious who was praying for blessings there, and he could actually drive the middle-aged master. He knew that the other party's background must be unfathomable, and he just wanted to come to Qingmiao to have a look, so there was no need to fight for this leisure, although his name was Fan Xian.

His right hand was still on his lips, and he coughed twice from time to time, but after he had used his True Qi to swim around his abdomen, he confirmed that his body was not damaged by the substance, but that when his strength was reversed, the fragile membranes between the throats were torn, and not the lungs or upper bronchial tubes were damaged.

He coughed all the way along, looking at the little blood marks on the white handkerchief, thinking of Lin Daiyu, thinking of Su Mengzhen, thinking of Zhou Yu, and thinking of Lin Qinnan's many predecessors in the cough altar - cough cough, Lin Qinnan still forgot it, not as poignant as the previous three coughs.

When he walked to the side hall, the true qi had already repaired the little injury, Fan Xian put away the handkerchief with some regret, glanced back at the Temple of Heaven, and walked into the side hall.

The side hall is a slightly smaller temple, surrounded by a blue stone wall, and there are no people inside. Fan Xian found that he didn't see the legendary ascetic, and felt a little disappointed, so he walked into the temple at will, and was even more disappointed to find that there were no statues of gods and goddesses in this temple in his previous life.

But after thinking about it, it's normal, since it's the sky, what this day looks like, naturally no one knows.

In the middle of the temple, there is an incense case, which is extremely wide, with pale yellow satin hanging down to the ground, covering the bluestone slab below.

Above the incense table is a jīng porcelain incense burner, in which three incense sticks are inserted, and most of the incense pillars have been burned, and the whole room is shrouded in the calming fragrance.

Fan Xian wandered around the hall casually, his eyes swept over the colorful paintings on the walls, and he found that the style of these murals was very similar to the oil paintings of later generations, but the gods in the picture who were standing on the top of the mountain, floating and sinking on the sea, or sitting on the volcano did not have a real face, and were slightly blurred and distorted, as if the painter had deliberately arranged it in this way.

After taking a look, I found that these murals only tell about the ancient myths that have been mentioned in the scriptures, and there are also contents such as Dayu's water control, and there are some other things, but Fan Xian looks at it, and it is always the same as the scriptures.

He shook his head, gave up the idea of finding some answers from it, found a futon from the side of the temple, threw it in front of the incense table, ran down, clasped his palms together, closed his eyes to the green smoke rising from the incense burner, his lips moved slightly, and he kept praying.

Fan Xian in his previous life was naturally an atheist. Fan Xian in this world is a staunch theist. This change happened very naturally, and anyone who encounters such a strange encounter with him is estimated to have the same psychological changes as him.

So he knelt down very reverently and prayed, hoping that the ethereal heaven, the temple without a trace, would explain why he came to this world, and at the same time prayed more sincerely that God would give him a lot of silver and a very peaceful life.

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The tangible and qualitative green smoke suddenly dissipated, and the tips of Fan Xian's ears trembled slightly, as if he had heard something. He opened his eyes in disbelief, looking at the small porcelain stove on the incense table that was shaking slightly, and was extremely shocked, could it be that his seemingly pious, but in fact absent-minded prayer, had really let the heavens perceive it?

His gaze stayed on the wide incense case, Fan Xian finally discovered the problem, a jīng light flashed in his eyes, his left hand pressed the boot with the hidden dagger, and slowly but firmly stretched out his right hand, pulling away the manan hanging under the incense case.

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After Manbra opened, what fell into Fan Xian's eyes was a picture that surprised him.

A girl wearing a white sè right dress was half-squatting in a corner under the incense case, looking at Fan Xian in surprise.

The girl's eyes are large, and the eye waves are soft, like a quiet lake that quietly sleeps forever. And her facial features are even more beautiful, with pale pink skin and long eyelashes, which looks like a person in a painting has walked out.

Fan Xian was stunned, his eyes stayed on the other party's face, and gradually found that this girl's forehead was a little big, her nose was a little pointed, her skin was a little too white, and the pair of lips seemed to be thicker than ordinary beauties, and there were still many imperfections, but a combination of them, with a slightly timid look, and a natural shyness, still made Fan Xian's heart move.

His heart was moved.

The girl looked at this pious young man curiously, and found that the other party's face was so beautiful, not as clean as a mortal, and even her eyelashes were so long, she couldn't help but stare at it a few more times.

After reading it, the girl felt that something was wrong, and a faint red sè quickly smeared on both sides of her cheeks, and then quickly dispersed, and even the roots of her ears turned red.

But she was still reluctant to look away, curious in her heart, whose young man was outside, who was so good-looking.

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The temple in the corner of Qingmiao was quiet, Fan Xian's hand was still pulling the piece of yarn, his eyes were still on the girl's face, and the girl also mustered up the courage to look at him, just looked at each other, I don't know how long it was, there was still silence.

Fan Xian's gaze gently brushed over the girl's face, and the girl finally couldn't help but be ashamed and slowly lowered her head. Fan Xian's gaze finally fell on the girl's lips, and only then did he find that the other party's lips were abnormally bright.

He looked at it twice more curiously, and then discovered the reason, the one that had been in his mind for a long time—that the girl was holding a greasy chicken leg in her hand, and the oil on her lips was obviously stained when she nibbled on the chicken leg.

Such a beautiful woman in white actually hid under the incense case of the solemn Qing Temple and secretly ate chicken legs! This strong contrast made Fan Xian's mouth open wide and he couldn't speak for a long time.

After a long time, there was finally a voice inside and outside the quiet, awkward, silent and subtle incense case.

"You...... You...... Who is it. ”

The beautiful man and woman spoke at the same time, and even the slightly trembling voices were very similar.

Fan Xian heard the girl's voice for the first time, only to feel that it was soft and powerless, that feeling was very comfortable, but it made people very unsettled, his chest was agitated, and he really spit out blood.

"Ah!" The girl was startled when she saw him vomiting blood, but it was not because she was afraid, her eyes naturally showed a very strong pity, as if Fan Xian's suffering was painful in her heart.

Fan Xian looked at her worried about herself, her heart was warm, and she smiled and comforted: "It's okay, if you vomit and vomit, you will become accustomed to vomiting." ”

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