Why did the temple appear? Why did it appear, about its past, present and future, are the direct targets of Fan Xian's question. When Fan Xian's questioning voice sounded in the thinly snow-covered temple, the celestial being transformed into a blue bird fell silent, and Haitang and Shisanlang Wang also sensed Fan Xian's emotional changes and suppressed their hearts. The tension raised his head.
In such a miraculous ice and snow temple, only Fan Xian can remain calm, stronger than Haitang and Wang Shisanlang have turned into **** babies, unable to give birth to the slightest bit under the gaze of the immortal on the snow platform No disrespect.
The immortal was silent for a long time, and said to Fan Xian who was standing at his feet: "This is not a category that ordinary people should try to contact or understand."
"I never thought of myself as a mortal." Fan Xian squinted his eyes and looked at the light spots in the sky, and said in a low voice, "Similarly, I don't think you are a fairy either."
The temple can faintly affect the history of this continent for tens of thousands of years, and there is a law that the temple cannot interfere with world affairs. Fan Xian knows very well that in order to maintain his superior, independent and mysterious status, no matter whether the temple is a relic Or some other weird thing, it will definitely dress itself up as an illusory existence according to the stories in the legends and myths of the world.
"Since you don't want to say it, please tell us why you invited us into the temple?" Fan Xian stared straight at the strange scene transformed into light spots in the sky, and said calmly, "Never No mortal can enter the temple, and you must have asked us to let us in."
At this time, Haitang and Shisanlang Wang had already heard something strange from the conversation between Fan Xian and the immortal, and slowly stood up from the snow. They found that Fan Xian was facing the supreme existence beyond the comprehension of the world. Still being able to talk calmly like this is really admirable to the extreme.
But Haitang Duoduo and Wang Shisanlang still don't understand, is it possible that Fan Xian is really planning to negotiate some kind of deal with the gods in the temple? Why didn't he rush to find the whereabouts of the blind master? Haitang gently stood behind Fan Xian, and followed his gaze to the sky, but this one glance had consumed all the courage in her body, and it was this look that suddenly moved her heart , Fan Xian was still standing upright in front of the immortal, why couldn't he himself
"I have done many jobs in the mundane world, but what I am best at is actually doing business." Fan Xian said: "So I am a profit-seeking businessman. In the light, we did some things that harmed our own interests. What you want us to do for the temple, we must pay some price."
From entering the temple until now, Fan Xian's whole state of mind has become extremely clear and calm. Yes, he still doesn't have a solid understanding of the temple, but he must force himself to calm down, don't treat the other party as a god, but He could only regard the other party as a real existence, and he also vaguely guessed that the trip to the temple was so smooth this time, it must be that the person in the temple had a request for the three of them, and he had even guessed that request To an approximate.
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"The way of the gods is weak, the avenue is not prosperous, wandering on different roads, pointing to the mountains and rivers, angry with the situation, Zhi'an and the community, so..."
The human figures formed by the condensed light spots above the snow platform, after a pause, suddenly read a long article with ancient words, but the central meaning is actually very simple. This immortal in the temple hopes that Fan Xian, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang can become the envoys of the temple, instead of the temple to observe the world in secret, and choose the right time to return to the temple and report to the people in the temple.
Haitang and Wang Shisanlang fell into contemplation, with extremely complicated emotions in their eyes. They probably never thought that once they entered the temple, the immortals in the temple did not turn themselves into bluestones. Instead, he delivered such an important, yet such a nonsensical mission to himself.
Check the world for the temple? If the three of us leave the temple in the future, I'm afraid they will never come back in this life, and the people in the temple can't go out of the temple to interfere in world affairs, how can they control themselves
This is a very simple request. In the eyes of Tiandao's disciples, this may be a supreme and extraordinarily lofty mission. However, in Fan Xian's view, this is just another confirmation of his guess.
"Could it be... this is the legendary Tianmai person?" Haitang Duoduo's heart trembled slightly, thinking of a term. In the legend, the Tianmai person is called the blood of the sky, and it will be awakened every hundreds of years. However, the Tianmai person may represent a powerful and irresistible combat power, or it may represent a great talent in wisdom. These legendary figures will disappear without a trace in the end.
After Haitang Duoduo came out of Qingshan, she was also advertised by the Northern Qi court as a Tianmai practitioner of this generation, known as a genius in the world, but she knew that she was not a figure in those legends at all. Such a calm Fan Xian, the little monster Fan Xian who can spit out three hundred poems in one night, is more like a Tianmai person.
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"Not a Tianmai person, this identity is just an emissary in the temple." Fan Xian suddenly broke the silence, and explained to the two friends beside him: "This temple is already in ruins. In addition, there are no messengers who can observe the movement of the world... More precisely, those messengers have died in the world. If the temple does not want to be forgotten by the world and the world, it must find the messenger again. "
"Coincidentally, the three of us came to the temple and gave this immortal a chance. Of course, for him, this is not a gamble, because I believe that those powerful people in the world are willing to check the world for the high temple. .”
"Even your master couldn't forget the temple before he died, let alone the rest of us." Fan Xian glanced at Wang Shisanlang, lowered his head slightly and said, "You can do it if you want, it must be the first place in the temple. Outsiders serve as envoys, and they themselves have no rules and regulations."
It was strange that Fan Xian said these words in front of the fairy on the snow platform, it seemed that he was not worried about offending that fairy at all. This was indeed the case, the immortal's old face, which was purely condensed from light spots, did not show the slightest change in emotion, he was just waiting indifferently for the answers of the three people in the audience.
"The envoys in the temple are all dead. Of course, there are not many envoys in the temple, so you think of using the three of us as your eyes, but the problem is that you can't control us when we leave the temple. You just made the only possible choice when you had no choice." Fan Xian raised his head, looked at the spot of light, and said with a slightly raised corner of his lips, "However, I still want to get some benefits .According to my analysis, the so-called Tianmai people are nothing more than in the long river of history, through those messengers who walked the world, you imparted some knowledge that was not equal to that of the time to those people."
"In this way, Master Ku He is a Tianmai person, and my emperor Lao Tzu is also a Tianmai person. They say that Tianmai people only appear once in hundreds of years, but it is obvious that this continent has been too lively in recent decades. Some."
The fairy's face didn't tremble at all, he just bent slightly, looked down at Fan Xian who was speaking calmly, and said after a while: "Those are accidents, not Tianmai."
Fan Xian nodded and did not refute this sentence, because whether it was the kung fu practiced by Master Ku He or the domineering Qi practiced by the emperor Lao Tzu, to be precise, it was his mother Ye Qingmei who came from this ruined temple back then. There is no legitimacy in inheriting the stolen things, so the old man in the temple naturally refused to admit it.
"Son, you know a lot." The fairy on the snow platform looked at Fan Xian gently.
"Don't call me a child. I don't like being called that. As for what I know, I do have a lot of things. After all, I have independent thinking, not like the messenger you have sent to the world for countless years. Thinking." Fan Xian looked back into the immortal's deep eyes without flinching, and said calmly: "I can even know that your previous big article was actually all plagiarized words and phrases, so it can be seen that you can only do some Simple collection and compilation work, but cannot have their own creative ability."
Ever since he stood up from the snow, Fan Xian has been calm to the point of speaking indifferently to the figure in the temple on an equal footing. He doesn't seem to be worried that this mysterious temple will easily kill him. To kill himself, but these calmness is actually just a disguise, these emotions are only based on his analysis of the temple and the knowledge of the two lifetimes.
"It's a call for martial arts. It seems that you really surprised me and reminded me of something... But if you are willing to be the envoys of the temple, I don't mind your rude words." The immortal said indifferently : "The temple never trades with mortals, please remember this."
"Since you recall some things from that year, you naturally know that not everyone in this world will be intimidated by you, and will listen to you whatever you say." Fan Xian said: "You are just an old lonely man, Those people under your command died one by one. Besides us, who else in the world do you think can find this ruined temple? Whether you let us leave or kill us, you can only be trapped in this ruined temple forever In the snow-capped mountains, it is no longer possible to know what happened in the human world that you are watching calmly."
"Even if you can make an exception to the transaction, in fact, you have obtained the selfless gift from the temple. You know that the children of the temple should contribute your own strength to the sustainable development of the entire world."
"I don't know what the temple has blessed me with."
The immortal glanced over the three people in front of the snow platform, and said, "I chose you to enter the temple and entrusted you with this great mission because you all have the aura of the temple... especially you."
The immortal's eyes finally fell on Fan Xian. Begonia Duoduo inherits the art of Qingshan, Master Kuhe can become a master of a generation, thanks to the skills that Ye Qingmei stole from the temple back then, and the supreme sword skills of Dongyi City, more or less It is a bit like a temple envoy, and the one with the most powerful atmosphere is of course Fan Xian. He has lived with Uncle Wuzhu since he was a child. He is the son of Ye Qingmei. In his body, this immortal who had guarded the temple for tens of thousands of years, could naturally see this easily.
"What you mean is that it is impossible to give the three of us any more benefits." Fan Xian's lips curled up slightly, and he said with a smile: "In that case, of course we can't enter the treasure temple and return empty-handed. If you don't give it, we have no choice but to Search by yourself."
As soon as the words fell, the immortal in the light smiled slightly, as if he felt a little absurd that ant-like mortals dared to rob the temple forcibly under the gaze of their own gods.
However, the more absurd thing came later. After Fan Xian finished that sentence, he stopped talking to those light spots, but directly bypassed the stone platform and headed towards the most complete place in the temple under the thin snow. Go to that building.
Haitang and Wang Shisanlang were taken aback. They wondered if such a rude move would anger the immortals in the temple, or if a thunderstorm would come down later and blow Fan Xian into ashes.
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The fairy-like face formed by light spots on the snow platform froze slightly. It seemed that he hadn't thought of Fan Xian's actions in all his calculations. Immediately afterwards, the fairy's body immediately disintegrated. Before the road, it blocked the door of the complete building.
Disappearance, reappearance, this speed is indeed not a scene that can appear in the world, but Haitang Duoduo and Wang Shisanlang forcibly suppressed the horror in their hearts, turned into two light smoke, and flew over, trying to escape the rage of the immortal. One hit, saving Fan Xian's life.
However, nothing happened. Fan Xian's footsteps did not stop at all, and he walked straight into the human figure formed by the light spots. Those light spots were not scattered by his body, nor did they fly away. It didn't turn into countless thunderbolts and blow him to pieces, but it just swelled up suddenly, as if sticking to Fan Xian's snow jacket.
In this way, under the shocked gazes of Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, Fan Xian walked directly into the light of the immortal, then walked out, approaching the gate of that building.
A gust of wind blew by, and the immortal's radiance flared again, and suddenly appeared in front of the gate of the building, blocking Fan Xian's body. However, a few traces appeared in those unfathomable, sky-like eyes. A dull look.
Fan Xian calmly looked into the eyes of the immortal floating in the air, and after a moment of silence, he whispered, "I see through you."
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