The snowstorm stopped.
Hearing that plain voice, Fan Xian's pupils tightened, and he looked vigilantly at the bible-like wooden door in front of him, not knowing what kind of monster would come out of it.
However, after a long time, the temple deep in the snow-capped mountain was still quiet. After answering Fan Xian's subconscious angry question, the voice in the temple seemed to have fallen into some complicated thinking process and fell silent.
Immediately afterwards, the huge door in front of the temple opened a crack silently. When such a heavy door opened, there was not a single sound, which made people shudder. The temple door was opened at an angle of fifteen degrees, and the scenery inside could not be seen from the front. However, the silent opening of the door seemed to indicate some kind of invitation from the people in the temple.
Fan Xian's heart jumped up at this moment, and then he forcibly fell down. He squinted his eyes and looked at the shadow of the temple gate. There was no expression on his face, but unexpectedly, he sat down slowly. , sitting on the shallow white snow on the stone platform.
He originally thought that just like the distant past of decades, when Master Ku He was about to open the temple door, a black shadow would appear from inside like lightning, and deal the most powerful blow to himself and others. However, when the temple door opened, But there was no movement at all. Could it be that... that person in the temple also felt lonely, lonely, and cold? So the people in the temple hope to see people like themselves coming
Baoshan was in front of him, hell was in front of him, heaven was in front of him, flowers and snow scenery were in front of him, only a short distance away, but Fan Xian sat down with a faint smile on his lips, closed his eyes, and began to meditate continuously.
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, and they didn't understand why Fan Xian sat down in front of the temple gate at this moment. They stared blankly at the god. The gate of the temple was opened, and he nervously walked to Fan Xian's side, took out the weapon beside him, and began to protect him.
Haitang's weapon was still the soft sword at her waist, but Wang Shisanlang found a wooden stick out of nowhere, like a hunter, staring sharply at the temple door that opened a small gap.
The three people on the snow stood silently in front of the temple gate.
The vitality in the surrounding world was extremely strong, and Fan Xian was keenly aware of this, so he sat down with his eyes closed. Before entering the temple, he must at least ensure that he can move without hindrance. When running away, at least Haitang and Shisanlang will not be dragged down. Since the temple is in front and the gate of the temple has been opened, I have been waiting for tens of thousands and tens of thousands of decades, so 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 vitality of the heaven and earth, healed a lot of sores on the meridians in his body, and the truth accumulated in the snow-capped mountains behind his waist Yuan Ye can finally try to flow slowly, his spirit has improved a lot, and he is ready to enter the temple.
Fan Xian's eyes fell on the gate of the temple, and Thirteen Lang was also staring there nervously at this moment, only to hear two crisp sounds, a little bird came out of the gate of the temple lovingly , called twice to the nervous three people outside.
This bird is green and beautiful, with a sense of purity. The three people outside the temple watched the bird's arrival, and couldn't help being startled. They didn't expect that the person who came to the temple to welcome the guests was not some demon fairy general. , but just a bird.
The blue bird is attentive to watch.
"Let's go." Haitang looked at the beautiful blue bird, her heart trembled slightly, she said something subconsciously, and helped Fan Xian up from the snow.
Fan Xian's spirit has improved a lot at this time, he pondered for a moment and said, "Go in."
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One temple, one world, and another world behind the door. However, unlike the world's imagination, behind the gate of the temple is not a fairyland, and it is also different from Haitang's imagination. The blue bird flew away with a squeak, and no more lovely creatures came. Greet the hard-working traveler.
Inside the temple is still a square, a very large square. There are some huge buildings scattered around the square. Although these buildings are tall, they are all blocked by the black stone wall outside. People under the snow-capped mountains must not be able to see them.
The materials and architectural styles of these buildings, as well as their height and breadth, are not to the extent that the world in which people live can achieve. On the walls on both sides of the road, there are some traces of murals that have been dilapidated to the extreme, and a trace of lines and some very bleak colors can still be vaguely seen.
The three of Fan Xian were walking on the aisle in the temple. Looking up, there was a snowy sky, and when looking down, there was a snowy field. They felt that the world was still so quiet, and the mythical scenes and scenery around them seemed to be unreal. .
The three of them were like three little black dots, walking silently on the passage, the voice in the temple never sounded again, it seemed that the people in the temple didn't care where they came from, and didn't bother to tell them where to go .
So Fan Xian and the others just walked silently and casually on the aisle in the temple, their eyes calmly observing the corners of buildings and huge stone platforms passing by around them, seemingly casually, but in fact, turbulent waves had already set off in their hearts After all, this is the interior of the temple. I am afraid that no one has ever entered this world. The land in legends and myths has finally appeared in front of him. Haitang Duoduo and Wang Shisanlang are calm on the outside. How to suppress complex emotions
Back then, Ku He and Xiao En met the black shadow and the little fairy just outside the gate of the temple, but the three of them actually walked into the temple.
Fan Xian had to calm down a bit, 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 passageway. The specific content and the secrets of history seem to be hidden in these paintings, but Fan Xian easily found familiar traces in the remaining lines.
Just as the architectural style of the temple influenced the black and blue imperial palace in Shangjing, the mural style in the temple seems to be in the same line as the lacquer painting style of Qing Temple and even the restaurants in Yishiju. It seems that the temple stands in the world without knowing it. For tens of thousands of years, although he has not entered the world, he has always had a faint influence on the world.
The wind and snow in the temple was much smaller than that outside the wall. At this time, the wind and snow had stopped early, and there was only a thin layer of powder snow on the passageway. The footprints of Fan Xian and the three were clearly printed on it, turning into a lonely Lines, straight into the depths of the temple.
What you can see along the way is only some dilapidated buildings, deserted and uninhabited desolation, this place is not a fairyland, not a realm of the gods, just as the emperor Laozi and Uncle Wuzhu said, it is just a dilapidated place.
Fan Xian looked back at the footprints in the snow, pondered for a while, and continued to lead Haitang and Wang Shisanlang forward. Since entering the snow field, he has become the leader of the three. Although his injuries have not recovered, The illness came again, but Haitang and Thirteenth Wang vaguely sensed that Fan Xian had more knowledge in certain aspects than most people in the world.
The small, nimble and beautiful blue bird in front was still cooing, appearing and disappearing from time to time, leading the three young strong men who came to worship the temple, walking on the thin snow, accompanied by loneliness and silence.
It was roughly confirmed that the scope of the temple's internal buildings was a flat square, and the three of them had walked to the very center of the temple without knowing it.
There is a platform in the very center of the temple. Behind the platform is the best-preserved building. Although the scars left by time can still be seen outside the building, the gradually weathered corners of the stones have witnessed the ruthlessness of the world. However, The building never collapsed.
All the way here, I didn't see a single person, I saw a legendary messenger from the temple, only the blue bird was flying, and it landed on the stone platform covered with thin snow.
Fan Xian frowned slightly, and found that the blue bird landed on the thin snow without leaving any footprints, and the envoy from the temple did not appear. The silence of that voice made him confirm another fact.
Perhaps it was a kind of induction in the dark, Fan Xian and the three stopped in front of this stone platform, looked at the blue bird on the snow platform, and remained silent, as if they wanted to see it turn into a flower , or bring back a flower.
I don't know how long I waited, but the oppressive and quiet environment in the temple has not changed at all, and Fan Xian's movements have not changed at all. His body is slightly bent, but his heart is trembling slightly. The traces of the buildings actually made him a little nervous, because he faintly felt that those buildings were the relics of civilization left countless years ago, and there might be some connection with the world in his previous life.
"There is no danger in the temple. Those temple envoys should all be dead." Fan Xian's hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence that had been maintained inside the temple for countless years. The blue bird on the snow platform turned its head and looked at him. glance.
Fan Xian spoke suddenly, which surprised Haitang and Wang Shisanlang beside him. Since entering the temple, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's emotions were all overwhelmed by these unprecedented and unheard of huge architectural relics. Shocked by the little blue bird who could be psychic, he had already lost the calm judgment he had when he was in the world, and was a little dazed.
"They're all dead?" Haitang and Shisanlang Wang repeated Fan Xian's words subconsciously, but it was impossible to agree with his judgment. There was no danger in the temple? An illusory place that only existed in myths and legends suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. Who could say such a judgment firmly like Fan Xian
Haitang looked at the blue bird on the snow platform, her complexion turned slightly pale, and she said in a trembling voice: "Even if it is a dilapidated fairyland, it is still a fairyland. Heaven and man have different paths, so we must be in awe."
The innocent children of Tianyi have deep-rooted worship of the temple, and none of the disciples and grandchildren of Qingshan have inherited the most powerful spirit of Master Kuhe. Including Haitang, the world faces the temple, After entering the temple, the subconscious self-awareness will be much weaker.
"What's there to be in awe of?" Fan Xian didn't say these words, thinking hard in his heart, Uncle Wu Zhu said that there were not many people in the family, and one died in the alley outside the mansion. When my mother died, one of the temple also died. Seeing that I have entered here safely today, and there is still no messenger from the temple, I can be sure that this ruined temple is just a wasteland.
The temple is not a fairyland, but a ruin. After confirming this fact, Fan Xian no longer had any fear in his heart. He squinted his eyes, looked at the blue bird on the snow platform, and suddenly said, "It seems... the envoy is dead. , the immortals of the temple left early, leaving only this fairy bird, let’s go for a stroll, let’s go back too.”
Haitang and Shisanlang Wang turned their heads to look at Fan Xian in disbelief. They felt a little uneasy at this moment, but they didn't hear Fan Xian's lie. The lingering faint disappointment and sadness are played too brilliantly.
"Blind..." Haitang was about to say, if the temple is really barren and dilapidated to such an extent, if there really is no supreme being beyond the heavens, why don't you try to find Wuzhu's whereabouts, but end up in vain return? Wang Shisanlang's muscles were tense at this time, he didn't know how to face this empty and desolate temple, he had gone through so many hardships to get here through the snow field, how could he be willing to retreat
Fan Xian coughed twice, stopping Haitang from asking questions, and just stared at the blue bird on the snow platform—everything in the world needs a reason, since the temple is just a ruin of civilization, a museum , then the voice in this big temple invited the three of them into the temple, so naturally there is something to do by yourself.
The development of the matter was as expected by Fan Xian. The blue bird on the snow platform suddenly cooed twice, fluttered its wings and flew towards the misty sky, but it only flew up to a height of about ten feet, and then flew away. With a sound, it turned into countless light spots and dissipated into the air!
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang shook their bodies, and approached Fan Xian as quickly as possible, protecting his whole body, terrified that the accident 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 light spots that slowly descended in the sky. Those light spots fell into the midair above the snow platform and began to condense together, just like the lights in the summer night sky. Countless fireflies, for some mysterious reason, are arranged in a certain shape...
The light spot gradually brightened and dimmed, revealing a gradually clear figure in the air, those lines became clearer and clearer, one could clearly see the flowing clouds at the corners of the sleeves, the black gold jade belt around the waist, and the upturned pair of feet under the feet. Head Hualu.
An old man with wide sleeves in ancient robes just appeared in the midair. His face and no officials could be seen clearly, but his existence could be clearly seen. His feet were not standing on the snow platform, but he was floating in the air like this. That said, his people were clearly here, but Haitang and Shisanlang Wang couldn't feel the slightest breathing and heartbeat at all, and they didn't even have the feeling of existence!
Standing in the air, as if wanting to go with the wind, his wide sleeves fluttered gently on the snow platform, and a faint glow enveloped the old man's whole body!
Such a scene shocked the hearts of the three people in front of the snow platform. To be able to dance in the air, and to be able to emit golden light from the body, what level of cultivation is this? No, this is not cultivation, it is obviously a fairy art! Apart from the gods in the temple, who else can appear in front of the world in such a way that people want to worship
Haitang and Wang Shisanlang opened their bewildered eyes, looking at the scene in front of them that they could not understand no matter what, they naturally connected the existence of this blue bird with the legendary temple fairy. Trembling under control, he bowed down naturally, bowing down to the snow ground sincerely.
Fan Xian also bowed down, his knees sank into the thin soft snow, his body began to tremble, like a worldly man caught in agitation and unable to extricate himself.
No one can explain the picture in front of them. Even Fan Xian's civilization in his previous life could not create such a miraculous phenomenon. The fairy standing in the sky glowing with brilliant light on the snow platform seemed so real, so real. a fairy.
However, Fan Xian's excitement and fear were still more than half disguised. He forced himself to calm down, his brain spinning rapidly, analyzing the fairy 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 gods
If it's not a fairy, what is it? Fan Xian has never squeezed his brain cells like this in his two lifetimes. He lowered his head slightly, thinking desperately, could it be... the holographic image he had heard of in his previous life
Fan Xian didn't throw a handful of snow over to see if it would pass through that fairy's body, but once he made up his mind, his fear naturally weakened a lot. Like Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, he was sincere and sincere. Kneel down in front of the snow platform.
"Northern Qi Tianyi Begonia, I have seen immortals." Haitang Duoduo thought that the temple immortals must know the Qingshan lineage, and the Tianyi Gate, whose purpose is to enshrine the temple and spread the benevolence of the temple, reported in a trembling voice.
"Wang Shisanlang of Jianlu in Dongyi City." Wang Shisanlang's voice was a bit weird, probably this brave man was finally confused by this kind of mental shock today.
"Nanqing Fan Xian." Fan Xian did not hide his real name. The last envoy from the temple came to the world and died at the hands of Uncle Wuzhu. The relationship between Ye Qingmei.
He is just thinking now, the temple has opened the door to the three of them, what exactly is he trying to do? If the temple has pretended to be a fairy for countless years in the myths and legends of this world, then it must continue to play the role today. For a person like Thirteen Lang, if his pedestrians don't speak first, I'm afraid the temple will not have any reaction.
"The three of us came from the south..." With a hoarse voice, Fan Xian narrated the hardships on the snowy field to prove the determination of the three of them and their longing for the worship of the temple. Finally waking up, knowing that Fan Xian was lying, he couldn't help being shocked. He thought to himself that if an immortal thought that he knew he was a traitor, it would be too bold for Fan Xian to lie in front of an immortal.
"You are the creatures of the world, the people who are looked upon with pity by the great temple. The frosty and snowy road proves your determination. If you have any doubts, you need the guidance of the light, and the light is in front of you."
The fairy that the blue bird turned into finally spoke. There was no trace of emotional ups and downs in the voice, but it was very strange. It was not cold, but warm and amiable.
The immortal's voice reverberated in the empty and lonely temple, buzzing, and he didn't know that the sound came from the lips of the immortal, but from all directions between heaven and earth.
The miraculous appearance of this sentence made Haitang and Shisanlang Wang firmly believe that the other party was a fairy, but Fan Xian sneered in his heart, thinking that it was just an upgraded version of the trumpet.
The light is ahead and need guidance? The world is so miserable, if you have any doubts, you can ask the immortals in the temple for help, so Fan Xian spoke naturally.
"Supreme sage, we want to know... who we are, where we came from, and where we are going."
They came from the south and have arrived at the temple. Who knows where they will go? Blue Bird led them to the stone platform, but could not tell them this philosophical awkward question. Immortal fell silent after hearing Fan Xian's three questions, and his clothes fluttering in the cold air instantly became stiff without a single tremor.
Haitang and Shisanlang Wang didn't understand why Fan Xian asked these three questions, but Fan Xian had already stood up slowly at this time, his eyes were unusually calm and indifferent, looking at the immortal who fell into silence, looking through the details. The observation finally confirmed his own judgment.
"You are you, you come from everywhere, you go everywhere."
The immortal's robe fluttered, his voice was still so warm, and his answer was so mysterious. This answer fell on Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's ears, it was very pleasant, if it fell on anyone's ears, it would be particularly wonderful.
However, what Fan Xian wanted was the answer from the other party. He calmly looked directly at the bright figure floating in mid-air, and thought to himself that it would take such a long time to search the database, and it seemed that the energy of the temple was really about to be exhausted.
Obviously, the Immortal wasn't angry at Fan Xian's act of standing up straight and staring at him rudely. In the light, he looked at Fan Xian gently.
"I don't want this answer." Fan Xian said.
"The answer is just the answer. Whether you need it or not is actually just a question of your heart." The temple fairy's answer was still so full of magic.
After a moment of silence, Fan Xian said, "I want to know about the temple's past."
The immortal was silent again, and the light shrouded in his clothes instantly dimmed a lot. Fan Xian stared at the light without blinking, begging in his heart, if you are really a holographic image, if you are really just the guide of this museum, complete your own mission and tell the story A piece of history that has been lost.
If someone is really able to enter the legendary temple, they may ask for gold, or the art of immortality, or those incomparably miraculous supreme skills, but Fan Xian is different, what he wants to know most is the gods. Regarding the history of the temple, he once blurted out the word "museum" outside the temple gate, but it was obvious that the person in the temple did not guess that there was a soul in Fan Xian's body that was vaguely related to him because of those three people.
The immortal's clothes froze for a long time, and the light dimmed a lot. Perhaps those human-like thoughts flying in the light spots were weighing some kind of permission to enter.
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(I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, there may be three or four days of confusion, I'm really sorry...)