Amiji Temple is indeed dead.

It's just that the afterglow of the Buddha's voice that exists in those halls still makes such a demon cultivator of the Human Sword Sect hundreds of years ago suffer a lot, and at the moment before following the footsteps of Chen He and Nan Dequ to the top of the mountain, this sword cultivator vomited a mouthful of blood and fainted miserably.

Although Chen He felt that he was a little pitiful at that time, just thinking about the previous things, he still looked at Nandequ, who had been silent on the side.

Although this sword cultivator who had broken the sea of gods as soon as he entered the avenue kept saying that he really deserved it, he sighed for a long time, and still walked over and carried the unconscious Zhuang Baiyi on his shoulders.

A dead Ami Temple, there is really nothing to see, Chen He and Nan Dequ wandered around for a while, and then planned to walk back along the same road.

It's just that when the two of them walked out of a certain side hall, they found that the Buddha steps that came up before had been covered by layers of wind and snow, and the wind and snow were miserable, and they were invisible.

If it was the previous Nande Qu, after all, he had the confidence to be a sword cultivator, so he had to go in and have a look.

It's just that in the current temple, the three people together probably can't make up a sense of qi that is enough to enter the body.

Nandequ carried Zhuang Baiyi, looking at the snowstorm curtain very melancholy, this is probably what makes the world sigh.

Perhaps it is indeed the mountains and rivers that have no way out, and the willows and flowers are bright and another village, but Chen He found another mountain road to the west of those halls.

It was a path no more than three feet wide, paved with simple rocks, and thanks to the low-hanging cedars on both sides and the surrounding trees, although the wind and snow were mighty, this path was not so misty.

Although Chen He was thinking about his car, he was still on the side of the mountain gate of Ami Temple.

It's just that sometimes, life is probably just a matter of choice.

Without Tianyanche, of course, people would not die.

But if they stay in Amiji Temple for so long, they will probably really starve to death.

The three of them walked cautiously along the trail to the bottom of such a snowy mountain that they did not know where it was.

......

Chen He actually didn't think that he would see Beitai again in such a place.

When they walked down from the high mountain of wind and snow, they saw the countless green armor that was waiting to be displayed in the wind and snow.

There is also such a young man who limped out of behind the green armor and slowly walked out with a beard.

Nan Dequ looked at the young master who had defected to Nanyi City and went to Peking University with a complicated expression with a complicated expression, and it took a long time before he sighed and said, "It turns out that you are really here, Beitai." ”

Beitai was also silent for a while, when Bai He said that there was a change in the east of Jidu, he let Qingjia come over, but in such a snowy mountain with the sound of Buddha, these soldiers wearing Qingtian Dao Qingjia could not climb up.

After hesitating for a long time, the young man finally decided to let Bai He take him to take a look.

It's just that he didn't expect that as soon as he walked here, he saw Chen He and Nan Dequ, of course, there was also a black-robed man who was uncertain about his life and death, but at a glance, he could see that it was a black-robed man who was a sword cultivator of the Sword Sect in the world.

Beitai looked deeply at the sword cultivator of such a human sword sect, but before such a person who was about to ascend to the throne of Emperor Luming could say anything, Chen He, who was obviously already hungry, rubbed his hands and took a step forward, and asked with a sincere smile: "Did Bei Gongzi bring something to eat?" We managed to make it through the snowstorm, and we were all starving to death. ”

This made Beitai's words with hatred stuck in his throat, and finally bent down and coughed several times before finally swallowing those breaths, and after a while, Beitai raised his head, glanced at Chen He silently, waved his hand, and asked those Qingjia to bring some food.

Of course, it is impossible for Qingjia to go without food.

In the final analysis, they are the army of the world, but they are just wearing the armor of the Daomen.

Some food was sent over, and in such a snowy place, there probably wouldn't be anything good to eat, just some hard dry food.

However, the two of them were probably really hungry, even Nandequ, after being pulled by Chen He several times, they also let go of those emotions, silently put Zhuang Baiyi aside, squatted down in the wind and snow, and silently gnawed on those dry food flatbreads.

Chen He nibbled on three flatbreads in a row, didn't know what he remembered, stood up again, and ran towards the north platform where he was standing quietly with his back to the two, but unfortunately he was stopped by those green armors halfway.

The young man didn't care, and waved his hand there and said, "Did Bei Gongzi bring water?" ”

There was Qingjia scolding on the side.

"Isn't there snow on the ground?"

Chen He muttered in a low voice, "Eating snow hurts your stomach." ”

The Qingjia was probably also a little helpless, and turned his head to look at Beitai, the limping young man was silent for a while, and then asked someone to bring the water over.

Beitai took the water from the Qingjia's hand, brushed away the hands of those Qingjia, walked forward, stopped in front of Chen He, looked at him with a complicated expression for a long time, and finally restrained those emotions, and said in a calm tone: "First of all, you should call me Your Majesty." ”

Chen He took the pot of water with a smile and saluted with kindness.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Chen He raised his head and took a big sip of water, and then threw the kettle to Nandequ, who was silently nibbling on the flatbread not far away.

Beitai just watched calmly, but did not stop it, and after a long time, this young man limped towards the back of Qingjia.

"Bring them back to Jidu."

With 300,000 green armor in his hand, no matter how lame this young man's leg is, it probably has some meaning of scolding Fang Xuan.

......

He was placed under house arrest in the side hall of the palace.

Beitai is not too ruthless, that side hall is the place where Luming accompanied the emperor to pray for blessings, and the ancient temple in the palace is among them.

After all, 300,000 Qingjia did not experience any battles, and they easily took the extreme capital, to a large extent, thanks to the move of pouring spring and cold before fighting, Beitai is not too harsh on such an emperor after all.

In the wind and snow, the ancient temple moved, attracting Beitai and many Qingjia to explore, and naturally it could not be hidden from the world.

On the same night, a general of the Yuanjidu garrison who had been dismissed as a civilian sneaked into the palace.

When the old majesty pushed open the door of the temple with the candle flame and was about to recite the scriptures for a while, the man flashed out from behind the Buddha statue and knelt down in front of the fallen spring cold.

Qian Chunhan stood quietly at the door, holding the candlestick in his hand, looking at the general who knelt down in front of him, and then looked back at Yexue.

There was nothing unusual in the snow, the palace roads were quiet, the trees were silent, and the magnificent night sky from the far west of the world above the extreme capital swirled quietly above the wind and snow.

After watching it for a long time, Chunhan turned around, looked at the general who was kneeling on the ground, sighed, and said, "What are you going to do here?" ”

The general said in a deep voice: "There is a change in the East, and it is rumored in the world that Ami Temple can't bear to see Lu Ming suffering and intends to return to the world, and the northern thief left in shock, only bringing nearly 10,000 Qingjia. This is Lu Ming's best opportunity to share the worries of the two Majestics, although the defenders of Lu Ming have been disarmed and dismissed, but as long as Your Majesty can send down a secret decree, let the last general go to the world to recruit the old department, ambush in the wind and snow outside the city, and when Beitai returns, suddenly attack and kill it, the world is not unpacified....."

He stood there silently, the candlestick in his hand swaying incessantly in the snow wind blowing in outside the door. It was a long time before the old man whispered, "Do you know that if you do this, it is very likely that you will die there?" ”

The general bowed his head heavily, raised his head again, looked at the former Emperor Lu Ming with resolute eyes, and said calmly: "Emperor Huai of the previous dynasty has a sentence of not going to die, and the same is true of the last general, although he will not give up. ”

Holding the candlestick in his hand, there was some smile on his old face, he turned around, looked at the wind and snow outside the hall, and said with a sigh: "Although I will not give up, what a generous word." ”

This seemed to be praising the feat of such a general, but the next moment, the old man once again brought some imperial majesty, turned around suddenly, pointed at the general like a sword on the candlestick in his hand, and said coldly: "But have you ever thought about what kind of catastrophe the entire pole will face once you make a move in Beijing?" ”

The general looked at the old emperor in amazement.

The voice of the inverted spring cold may indeed be like his name, even if it is the spring season, it still makes people feel cold all over the body.

Perhaps it was indeed a great age, and such violent mood swings made the old emperor's breathing a little short, so the candlestick was discarded on the floor tiles, and the wax oil flowed all over the ground.

Qian Chunhan took a step back slightly, leaned on the door frame behind him, covered his heart and gasped, it took a long time to calm down, and said slowly: "Do you think that as long as you die a word, the world should offer your life for you to achieve your so-called feat?" ”

The general was silent for a while, and said softly: "The matter is man-made, and the defeat is ...... before the battle."

Qian Chunhan just said coldly: "Even if you really kill Beitai, do you think that the 300,000 Qingjia will be leaderless and slaughtered?" They came from the north of Luming, from the desert, and they were clearly fighting on the mainland, and the Luming defenders, who were accustomed to wind and snow, were driven all the way in, allowing them to reach the extreme capital, don't you still understand something? ”

The general fell silent, burst into tears, and bowed his head and said, "Then what should I do, Your Majesty?" ”

Poured Chunhan stood there silently, picked up the candlestick that had been poured on the floor tiles, walked to the stone lamp in front of the temple outside the door, relit the candlestick, and then stood in the wind and snow with the re-lit candlestick, and said softly: "I'm not Your Majesty anymore, you shouldn't come to ask me." ”

The general silently looked at the old man standing with a candle in the wind and snow, stood up, and disappeared in the wind and snow.

After a long time, Qian Chunhan sighed, turned his head to look at the figure of a certain Taoist under the wind and snow tree not far away, and said softly: "Jiang Zhenren is here to see the joke?" ”

Jiang Zhuyu laughed softly, slowly walked out of the wind and snow, stopped in front of the hall, and looked back at this wind and snow world together.

"I didn't expect you to be so alert."

Qian Chunhan was silent for a while, and said softly: "Shouldn't it be so alert as a real person?" As soon as I opened the temple door, the real person had already appeared in the snowstorm....."

Jiang Zhuyu turned her head to look at this old man in some surprise, but just looking at it, she probably couldn't see anything strange about such a dying old former companion emperor.

Qian Chunhan naturally knew that Jiang Zhuyu was looking at him, but he smiled softly and said: "Real people don't have to worry too much, I'm not a disciple of Buddhism, and I don't know what the eyes of heaven are all about, just ......"

The old man looked at this wind-and-snow temple with great embarrassment.

"It's just that I have worshiped the Buddha hundreds of thousands of times in my life, and I already know everything in such a side hall, even if it is when, a piece of snow on a certain eaves hangs down, and I may be able to detect it."

Jiang Zhuyu looked at the inverted spring cold in amazement, and said softly: "The emperor will come here every day?" ”

Poured Chunhan said softly: "I will come here every day." When you're busy, come once in the morning, and when you're not busy, come three times in the morning, noon and evening. ”

Jiang Zhuyu sighed deeply, turned her head, looked at the vast snow, and said slowly: "This is probably indeed something that is difficult for people other than Luming to understand. ”

Qian Chunhan said calmly: "Because you were not born in such a land of wind and snow, a barren land. People who look at the green mountains everywhere, the moment they see the deer singing wind and snow, will probably sincerely praise that this is a huge aesthetic feast. It's just a real person, what you admire is the pain of thousands of people who are deer. In our text, there is such a word as spring, but the vast majority of Shika Naruto has been extremely poor all their lives, and they don't know what the real spring is. ”

The emperor who once accompanied the emperor held the candlestick, walked a few steps towards the temple, sat down at the threshold, put the candlestick beside him, and looked up at the land of wind and snow, a magnificent place, but also the ultimate barren place in the world.

"Speaking of which, in fact, I have never seen what kind of scene the Huai'an people talk about when they occasionally break into the deer. The name of my youth was not that of the cold spring, but that of a long time ago, when a certain Huai'an man spoke of a climate that was not pleasant. But he didn't know, in fact, Shika Naruto would love to have such a climate as the inverted spring cold - at least, it showed that we once had a short spring day, a bright spring day, a spring mountain, a spring water, a spring breeze mountain flowers, full of eaves. It's a picture that's hard for us to imagine. ”

The cold spring sighed.

Jiang Zhuyu said softly, "But what does this have to do with your devout going to the temple to pray for blessings?" ”

Poured Chunhan just smiled slightly, that kind of smile, although old, but it didn't look like a charming spring day. The old man said softly: "Because Your Majesty, you really want to let Lu Ming get out of such a situation. ”

A single, unadorned and unprefixed majesty, probably only the majesty of Huaidu.

As he spoke, his eyes became confused, he looked up at the night dome in the extreme west of the world with magnificent colors, and said softly: "About sixty years ago, Your Majesty once came to the extreme capital. At that time, I had only just ascended to the throne of Emperor Luming, and that day on the snowy street, I met a man in a black robe. ”

"I didn't know that such a person was His Majesty Kamigawa, because he looked too young - believe it or not, we always thought that His Majesty, who had lived for a thousand years, would be older. But he is indeed at the peak of spring and autumn, and people can know at a glance that he can live another thousand years, or two thousand years, or even longer. ”

Jiang Zhuyu was silent for a while, looked at Qian Chunhan and said, "What did you say at that time?" ”

Qian Chunhan laughed softly, and a young smile like a teenager did appear on his old face - at that time, such a Luming accompanied the emperor, and he was probably only a teenager.

The old man laughed for a long time, turned his head to look at Jiang Zhuyu and said, "Didn't I already tell you?" ”

Jiang Zhuyu was silent for a long time before realizing that the Huai'an person who said about spring was Kamigawa.

So what did Kamigawa say to Inverted Haruka?

It is nothing more than a bright spring day, spring mountains, spring water, spring flowers, all flourishing in the eaves, clustered in the window lattice, the little boy and girl sitting by the window with their cheeks, exuding the sorrow of spring.

Of course, it's not all.

Qian Chunhan still remembered that on the snowy street where most of his life had passed, the man in a wide imperial robe, after telling the boy about those scenes, looked at him very seriously, and said, "Shika-Naruto will also see such a picture. ”

At that time, the young man asked longingly, "What day was that?" ”

His Majesty looked up at the wind and snow in the world and said softly, "One day." ”

Dogwood sat there silently.

The old man, who surrendered before the battle, was very conscious, and the old man who gave up the throne of Emperor Luming without objection stood up with the candlestick in his hand, and turned his head to look at Jiang Zhuyu who was standing there.

"Naruto Shika will not spill his blood in the senseless war you want, although we also have a sense of family and country, but we have something more to look forward to. What kind of majesty there is in such a capital city has never been a very important matter - the Luming Emperor's throne has never been hereditary, and giving it to you today will not affect our status as the people of the Gale Dynasty. ”

Jiang Zhuyu took a deep breath, looked up at the wind and snow, and said calmly: "It's not meaningless, whether it's for Beitai or for people like us, there will always be meaning, but those meanings don't stand on your side." ”

The people of the world should have their own thoughts, each with their own thoughts, each with their own rivers, and each with their own persistence.

The inverted spring cold held the candlestick and walked towards the ancient temple.

"When talking about meaning, real people can go a little further."

Jiang Zhuyu looked back at the cold spring.

"Why?"

The old man said very sincerely: "When life is difficult, talking about meaning is the most meaningless thing, and I will chant and pray for blessings, real people." ”