Fan Xian walked towards the side hall with his head down, but the corner of his eye fell on the Temple of Heaven in the main hall, and he wondered who was praying for blessings there, and was able to drive that 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 argue about it, even though his name was Fan Xian.
His right hand was still covering his lips, and he coughed twice from time to time, but after he swam around his abdomen with true qi earlier, he confirmed that the body had not been substantially damaged, but when the strength was reversed, the fragile throat between his throats was shattered. membranes, not the lungs or upper bronchi are injured.
He coughed all the way, looking at the little bloodstains on the white handkerchief, thinking of Lin Daiyu, Su Mengzhen, Zhou Yu, Lin Qinnan's many seniors in the coughing world—ahem, Lin Qinnan just forget it, Not as poignant as the previous three coughs.
By the time he reached the side hall, his true energy had healed the minor injury. Fan Xian put away his handkerchief with some regret, looked 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 is no one in it. Fan Xian was a little disappointed when he found that he didn't see the legendary ascetic monk. He walked into the temple casually, and was even more disappointed to find that there were no statues of gods that were common in previous lives.
But after thinking about it, it's normal. Since the offering is the sky, no one knows what the sky will look like.
In the middle of the temple, there is an incense table. The incense table is extremely wide, with light yellow satin hanging down from it, all the way to the ground, covering the bluestone slab below.
There is an exquisite porcelain incense burner above the incense table, and three sticks of incense are inserted in the burner. Most of the incense sticks have been burned, and the whole room is enveloped in that kind of calming and refreshing fragrance.
Fan Xian casually wandered around the hall, his eyes flicked over the colored paintings on the walls. He found that the painting style of these murals was very similar to the oil paintings of later generations, but those in the pictures were either standing on the top of the mountain, or floating on the sea, or meditating. The god sitting on the volcano does not have a real face, but is slightly blurred and deformed, which seems to be deliberately arranged by the painter.
After taking a look, I found that these murals were only about the ancient myths mentioned in the scriptures, and there were also content such as Dayu's flood control, and some other things. It's just that Fan Xian looked at it, always with the scriptures. I'm sorry.
He shook his head, gave up the idea of finding some answers here, found a futon from the side of the hall, threw it in front of the incense table, ran down, folded his palms together, and closed his eyes to the green smoke rising from the incense burner. Lips moved slightly, praying non-stop.
Fan Xian in his previous life was naturally an atheist. Fan Xian in this life is a staunch theist. This change happened naturally. Anyone who encounters such a strange experience like him will probably have the same psychological change as him.
So he knelt down very devoutly, praying, hoping that the misty heaven and the invisible temple could explain why he came to this world, and at the same time, he prayed more devoutly that God would give him a lot of money and live a peaceful life.
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As if the tangible green smoke suddenly dissipated, Fan Xian's ear tips trembled slightly, as if he heard something. He opened his eyes in disbelief, looked at the small porcelain stove shaking slightly on the incense table, and was extremely shocked. Could it be that his seemingly pious, but absent-minded prayer actually made God notice it
Focusing on the large incense table, Fan Xian finally discovered the problem. A gleam flashed in his eyes. He pressed the boot with the dagger hidden in his left hand, and slowly but firmly stretched out his right hand, hanging the incense table under the The Manbula opened.
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After opening the cloth, what Fan Xian saw was a scene that surprised him.
A girl wearing a white right lapel dress was squatting in a corner under the incense table, looking at Fan Xian in surprise.
The girl's eyes are big, and the eye waves are very soft, like a tranquil lake where people want to sleep forever. And her facial features are extremely exquisite and beautiful, with light pink skin and long eyelashes, it looks like a person in a painting has stepped out.
Fan Xian was startled, his gaze stayed on the other person's face, and gradually he realized that the girl's forehead was a little big, her nose was a little pointed, her complexion was a little too fair, and her lips seemed to be thicker than ordinary beauties, and there were still many It's not perfect, but the combination together, coupled with a slightly timid look and a natural shyness, still made Fan Xian's heart skip a beat.
He was moved.
The girl looked curiously at this young man who worshiped the sky devoutly, and found that the other person's face was so beautiful, Qingyi Tuchen was not like ordinary people, and even his eyelashes were so long, she couldn't help staring at him a few more times. Eye.
After reading it, the girl felt that something was wrong, and a light red streak was quickly applied to both sides of her cheeks, and then quickly spread out, even the roots of her ears turned red.
But she still couldn't bear to look away, curious in her heart, whose family's young man was so good-looking outside.
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The temple in the corner of the Qing Temple was quiet, Fan Xian's hand was still holding the piece of gauze, his gaze was still on the girl's face, and the girl mustered up her courage to look at him, and they just looked at each other like this Looking at it, I don't know how long it has passed, but there is still silence.
Fan Xian's eyes gently brushed over the girl's face, and the girl finally couldn't help herself, and slowly lowered her head. Fan Xian's gaze finally landed on the girl's lips, only then did he realize that the top of the girl's lips was abnormally shiny.
He looked again curiously, only to find out the reason, the reason he remembered for a long time afterwards - the girl was holding an oily chicken leg in her hand, the oil on her lips was obviously stained from eating the chicken leg .
Such a beautiful and refined woman in white clothes secretly eats chicken legs while hiding under the incense table in the solemn Qing Temple! This strong contrast made Fan Xian's mouth open, and he was speechless for a long time.
After a long time, there was finally a voice inside and outside the quiet, awkward and delicate incense table.
"You... you... who are you?"
The pair of beautiful men and women spoke at the same time, and even their trembling voices were very similar.
The first time Fan Xian heard a girl's voice, he felt limp and powerless. The feeling was very comfortable, but it also made people feel very helpless. His chest throbbed, and he actually vomited blood.
"Ah!" The girl was startled when she saw him vomit blood, but it wasn't because of fear, her eyes naturally revealed a very strong look of pity, as if Fan Xian's pain was all in her heart.
Fan Xian looked at her worrying about him, his heart warmed, he smiled and comforted him, "It's okay, if you vomit, you will get used to it."