In the extremely cold snow-capped mountains of the North, in the extremely cold Misty Temple, Fan Xian walked towards that building without looking back, smashing the body of the immortal again, and in this snow-covered world, countless people were born. Dazzling spots of light.
No one noticed that under the snow jacket, his back was soaked. In such a cold climate, sweat seeped out of his body and wet all his underwear. His expression is still calm, no one knows how much courage and determination he condensed the moment he broke into the immortal body.
Fan Xian didn't know how unfathomable the temple's power was, and whether it had been ruined to a certain extent as His Majesty the Emperor and Uncle Wuzhu said, but Uncle Wuzhu was clearly trapped in this snow temple. In the process, he has a natural fear of this temple in his heart, but he still wants to gamble.
Right now, it seemed that he had won the bet. The immortal body formed by the condensed light spots obviously did not have any extremely strong power, and to a greater extent, it was somewhat closer to the holographic picture that Fan Xian had guessed earlier.
However, there are still many secrets in the temple, many things that cannot be explained clearly, such as the strong vitality of the world around here, such as those martial arts secrets that were once stolen by their mothers—in that world, there may be Chen Style Taijiquan manuals, but they are certainly not. There may be something as miraculous as the Overbearing Art.
Fan Xian's thin lips trembled slightly, and he stepped over the threshold of the intact building. With his hands behind his back, he gestured to Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. Under the circumstances, I can still stand strong and help myself.
He broke into the building, and those light spots followed in like fireflies, leaving a piece of snow empty, and the snow platform where no bluebird footprints were left, the two heavy doors were silently closed, and Fan Xian was trapped. Shut the door inside, but shut Haitang and Shisanlang Wang outside.
Haitang and Wang Shisanlang hadn't shaken off the shock yet. They didn't know where Fan Xian had the courage to pass through the body of the immortal like that. They didn't even understand why the immortal was killed by Fan Xian. When I bumped into it, it was actually propped into a light spot.
They were even more worried about the safety of Fan Xian inside the closed door. Haitang Duoduo narrowed her eyes slightly, and the light in them was shining brightly. Just as she was about to forcefully break through the door with her whole body cultivated, Shisanlang Wang suddenly said, "His The gesture is for us to stay out ... take this opportunity to find someone."
Fan Xian took this big risk and left Haitang and Wang Shisanlang outside, naturally hoping that they could take advantage of his desperate efforts to search for Uncle Wuzhu in the temple. Fan Xian traveled thousands of miles and worked so hard to come to the temple. More than half of the reasons were because of his dearest uncle.
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This is an antique temple-like building, but the building material inside is not ordinary bluestone, but a material similar to metal. Fan Xian's pupils narrowed slightly, and he scanned the hall very quickly, only to find that the building was completely empty, and there was nothing unusual there. , Reminiscent of countless years ago, here may be booths one by one.
The murals on the outside of the temple have long been ruined, but the murals in this building are still well preserved, and the scenes painted on it can be clearly seen.
Fan Xian put his hands behind his back, squatted like an old man, and carefully walked past these murals, his eyes swept over these murals, meticulous and very careful. Since the immortal who was condensed by the light spot refused to tell him the truth of history, then only he had to find out the truth.
Just as Fan Xian was leaning over and looking at the mural seriously, those immortals made of light spots floated behind him like a ghost. Fan Xian knew this, but he didn't turn his head to look, and he didn't ask any questions. . The scene at this time was very strange. Being followed by a fairy or a ghost, Fan Xian's heart was inevitably a little creepy, but he acted exceptionally calm.
The style of these murals is very close to the oil paintings Fan Xian knew in his previous life. The contents depicted on them are all ancient myths occasionally mentioned in the Continental Classics, but the faces of those gods are extremely vague, whether they are thundering on the top of the mountain, or Floating in the sea, or bathing in the magma of the crater, there is always a strange white mist, covering their true colors.
Fan Xian's heart skipped a beat, and he thought again of the murals in the Qing Temple in Kyoto and the murals in the Shangqing Temple on Dadong Mountain. The content depicted on these murals was tens of thousands of years ago, and it must have been passed down through countless generations. Some ambiguity is inevitable, but this temple is the source of all legends. Why are the gods on these murals still blurred
The immortal in the temple, who had been following Fan Xian's footsteps like a ray of light, suddenly said, "These murals are made by Boer."
"Bohr? That great mage in the west three hundred years ago? I heard that he and his wife Fubo were both Heavenly Vessels... and finally disappeared without a trace. It turned out that they finally returned to the temple." Fan Xian frowned. He frowned and said: "Tianmai people are the chosen people of the temple to spread the seeds of wisdom to the world. I thought that these Tianmai people would be killed by the envoys sent by the temple if they had a different idea in the end. I didn't expect that they were still alive. Back to the temple."
"The temple is forbidden to do things in the world, so naturally it will not kill people indiscriminately. But you are right, for countless years, there will always be people with Tianmai inheriting the teachings of the temple, and they will have delusions in their hearts, causing the common people to suffer. But at this time, the temple An envoy will be sent to make him disappear into nothingness."
"This is probably the reason why the legendary Tianmai people disappeared without a trace." Fan Xian noticed that the tone of the ray of light behind him was still calm and gentle, but when he called himself, he used the word you, and began to talk to himself We communicated.
"But a couple like Boer and Fubo is another matter. They didn't have any worldly desires. After Fubo died, Boer went through endless hardships and returned to the temple. The murals were going to be broken, so it took him seven years to restore the murals in the temple."
"However, both Dadongshan Qingmiao and Jingdu Qingmiao have a history of more than three hundred years... How can it be possible that those murals are still in the style of Bohr?"
"Because Bohr only repaired and did not create, he followed the mural style many years ago, which is naturally somewhat similar to the murals you grew up in the world."
Fan Xian suddenly pointed to the flames and rays of light filling the sky in the mural, squinted his eyes and asked, "Why do those gods have no faces?"
"Because the true God never sees people with their faces."
"So you are not a true god."
The dots of light floating in mid-air behind Fan Xian gradually faded away from the old man's face and transformed into a mirror-like existence. After a long silence, he said, "As you said before, I am not a god."
"Very well, I'm worried that you will go crazy after tens of thousands of years in this snowy mountain. If you really regard yourself as a god, it will be difficult to deal with it." Hearing the voice of the main body of the temple from all around, Fan Xian's mood relaxed a little, at least one of the craziest and most terrifying possibilities was denied by the temple itself.
If it is a real being with life and feelings, after hearing Fan Xian's words, he will definitely understand the meaning hidden in him, but it is obvious that this being in the temple is only passively following certain established procedures I was thinking, and didn't say anything further.
"It's not that God has no face, but that there is no God at all." For some reason, when Fan Xian said this, his mood suddenly became lonely, because if there is really no God in the world, then his existence, mother The existence of is still so elusive and without reason.
"Those are just some powerful machines or weapons." Fan Xian pointed to the gods on the murals that could open up the world, and said softly, "I don't know what kind of weapons they are, atomic bombs or neutron bombs? Anyway, they are all terrible things."
After hearing Fan Xian's words, the ray of light floating in the air, the mirror surface suddenly gave out extremely strong fluctuations, as if it was undergoing extremely violent thinking. Perhaps it was precisely because Fan Xian uttered words that it hadn't expected to hear, which made it impossible to analyze clearly in a short time.
The light in this building was not very dazzling. It lightly and gently sprinkled on Fan Xian's body, as if casting a layer of holy light on him. I don't know if it was because of the need to preserve the exhibits, or because of the temple. The light is not very bright because the energy is about to be exhausted. Fan Xian walked forward in silence and read all the murals before returning to the center of the building. Looking back at the ray of light floating in midair, he was silent for a long time and said, "By now, you should be very Clearly, I am not an ordinary person... My two partners are not here at this time, I think you don't have to worry about anything, you can explain the origin of the temple to me."
The mirror formed by the light soul fell into a deadly silence, as if analyzing whether Fan Xian's request could be passed.
"Throwing bricks to attract jade, I'll smash a brick first." Fan Xian coughed twice, feeling weak for a while, and slowly sat down on the cold ground, slowly absorbing the ubiquitous vitality in the world, while using a hoarse voice The voice said slowly: "The temple is a relic, the ruins of a certain civilization. In your words, it is a military museum, so some of the top and most terrifying existences of those civilizations are preserved in it. Don't you Ken told me the history of the temple, and I had to guess based on the frescoes and what I knew."
"That civilization must be the civilization I am familiar with."
Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes, thinking of what Xiao En said in the cave, and what Uncle Wu Zhu had said. Not long after the mother escaped from the temple for the first time, she should have returned to the temple to look for Uncle Wuzhu. In this case, the box should have been stolen from the temple by her mother the second time.
Barrett is hidden in the military museum. It is obvious that this museum existed later than when Fan Xian left, and it is a civilization inherited in the same strain. Fan Xian does not believe that any ancient civilization can make The same gun came.
When I think of the familiar civilization that is in line with the world I once lived in, it has become a shadow in history, a ruined temple in Daxue Mountain that the world cannot touch, those Fan Xian... no, Fan Shen once loved People who have hated, pitied, and pitied them have long been turned into ghosts in the long river of time. Those things he has visited, seen, and admired have all turned into a piece of yellow sand, and his heart was born. A little pain.
The pain was not so strong, but it was very clear, sour, and very sad. No one from the past, no one from the future, except for Ye Qingmei, there is only herself. The sky and the earth are long, how can you be in love? Such loneliness for thousands of years fell on him alone, how heavy it was.
Fan Xian sat on the ground, coughing again and again, breathing rapidly. After a long time, there was a glimmer of indifference and sadness in his eyes, his expression was half a smile, he looked at the mirror made of light spots in the sky, and asked: "As a former traveler, can you tell me that the world that year How did it get destroyed? Did some lunatics really start throwing nuclear bombs around?"
The light mirror was as smooth as ice, and after a long time, the gentle and steady voice sounded from all directions inside the building: "It was a great battle in the God Realm. The immortals used their magic weapons to set off turbulent waves. The earth deformed, and the volcano erupted..."
"Enough!" Fan Xian's angry voice rang out in the empty building. He stared fixedly at the mirror, coughing violently, and finally coughed up a trace of blood. He stubbornly wiped the blood stains from the corners of his lips, and cursed at the mirror: "I'm that shit from the God Realm! Stop talking about shit like that!"
"You're a fucking museum, not a fucking temple!"
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In the spring-like Qing Dynasty Imperial Palace, a clear and cold voice slowly sounded from the Imperial Study Room. The wooden door of the imperial study room was slightly opened to facilitate ventilation. The eunuchs and maids led by Eunuch Yao waited cautiously outside the room and did not enter.
"If you live high in a temple, you will worry about its people. If you live far away in the rivers and lakes, you will worry about your ruler. It is also worrying about advancing and retreating. But when will you be happy? It must be said: worry about the world's worries first, and worry about the world's affairs later. Have fun…”
Fan Ruoruo finished reading the article softly, closed the page, and then walked to a corner of the imperial study room, and began to stare blankly with her eyes open. Looking at the thriving spring trees outside the window, she couldn't help but think of her elder brother. I heard that they went to the north. What is there in the north? Could it be that the legendary temple is in the north? I heard that the extreme north is ice and snow all year round, and it is not a place that ordinary people can get close to. How is brother now
It was the end of spring at this time, and more than four months had passed since the last palace change. The palace was shrouded in a beautiful sunshine, but the imperial study room kept a cold feeling. His Majesty the Emperor Qing was lying on a soft couch, covered with a thin quilt, his face was pale, his eyes were a little dull, following Fan Ruoruo's gaze, he looked at the green trees outside the window. For some reason, His Majesty hated the existence of these green trees in his heart, perhaps because he felt the irresistible natural principle of spring and autumn and the change of all things.
"Worrying about the king, worrying about the people... Back then, Anzhi made a bold statement in the Northern Qi Palace, but was finally forced by the little emperor to write a paragraph, and in the end he just wrote such a paragraph without beginning or end." The emperor said slowly: " I just don't understand how a kid who can write such words can do such a thing without a king or a father."
After such a long time, the court of the Qing Dynasty naturally knew that the traitor Fan Xian had already escaped from the capital, and the information sent back from the north pointed out Fan Xian's whereabouts more accurately. However, many officials in Nanqing were surprised. Yes, Fan Xian escaped from the capital and did not fall into the arms of the Northern Qi court. What's more surprising is that His Majesty the Emperor seemed to only bet his anger on Fan Xian, and did not carry out a large-scale purge within the Qing Kingdom.
The emperor's eyes narrowed slightly, and those sparse eyelashes were like ominous broken autumn leaves, drooping on his increasingly wrinkled face, his eyes glanced at Fan Ruoruo's shoulders, and he suddenly asked, "Is it true that Not a good emperor?"
This is a very sad question, a very absurd question, what exactly Emperor Qing did on the dragon chair is just a question that needs to be recognized by history, but this most powerful man in the world, for some reason, There is a special need to gain the approval of certain people.
At first he wanted to put Fan Xian under house arrest in the capital, but he just wanted to use Fan Xian's eyes to tell the dead. Now that Fan Xian has turned against him, he is used to asking Fan Ruoruo this question, and it is obvious that he has asked this question more than once. Because Fan Ruoruo didn't even turn her head, and replied calmly, "This is not a question that a courtier should answer."
Eunuch Yao's voice suddenly came from outside the imperial study: "Concubine Yi is here, Princess Chen is here..."
Before the words were finished, Concubine Yi Gui and Lin Wan'er walked in. It was obvious that these two women had visited quite a lot during these days. The emperor just glanced at them coldly, did not reprimand them, let alone tell them to get out, allowing them to come to the soft couch and help their bodies up.
Lin Wan'er changed all the quilts on the soft couch, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said with a smile: "It's all new cotton from Zhongzhou, and the embroidery is the most fashionable method in Quanzhou. Try to feel comfortable." Comfortable."
Concubine Yi took out a few ingredients from the food box and carefully fed His Majesty, nagging while feeding: "The sun has been pretty good these two days, Your Majesty should go out for a walk."
The emperor said indifferently: "It's not too annoying to come every day, and it's not like I can't move." His majesty's injury is indeed not healed, even beyond the expectations of Fan Ruoruo and the imperial hospital, it is surprisingly lingering, maybe it is really old That's why, if it was placed at Emperor Qing's peak, no matter how serious the injury was, he would have already recovered by this time.
Lin Wan'er didn't seem to hear what the emperor's uncle said, and began to rub his shoulders with a smile. Fan Ruoruo looked at the side for a while, couldn't help but shook her head, sat on the other side of the emperor, and began to massage him.
The imperial study room fell into silence, Concubine Yi Gui just sat quietly in front of the emperor, watching this scene with a smile. There was no major purge in the imperial court, and the officials of the He faction were massacred by Fan Xian. On the contrary, the inner court was turned into an iron barrel. The Third Prince Li Chengping, under the leadership of Hu Dashi, recently began to try to get in touch with political affairs. Although Concubine Mei's belly is already too big, but how to look at it, Qing Kingdom is in a kind of strange stability.
At least in the eyes of the world, His Majesty the Emperor has no intention of changing reserves.
Qingguo didn't seem to change at all, but on the contrary, it seemed to be getting better, except for that young man named Fan Xian, who had disappeared from the world for almost half a year, and no one knew where he was, whether he was still alive or not. .
Lin Wan'er did not return to Danzhou with her family as Fan Xian had arranged, but stayed in the capital peacefully, and entered the palace more times than before. This scene shocked the minds of many people.
"Tomorrow I will go to court. You don't want to come." After a long silence, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly said, his tone was very cold, but there was a trace of heaviness that was extremely hard to detect. Perhaps it was such a man who actually enjoyed the service of these relatives very much these days, but after all, these relatives were the family members who dared to resist their son.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Lin Wan'er smiled gently, and didn't say much. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she knew clearly that she was just inheriting Fan Xian's ideas.
"Don't expect that kid to come back alive. If he does come back, even if I can spare his life, the officials in this world will not allow him to live again." The emperor slowly closed his eyes, the corners of his lips were like his Eyelashes generally drooping, looking a little tired.
Can Fan Xian come back alive? This is a question that weighs heavily on everyone's mind. And His Majesty's words clearly cut off everyone's retreat. The emperor still closed his eyes tightly, and said indifferently: "You don't know why he must find the temple, but I know that he wants to find the fifth son to come back and kill me. For such a son who has no conscience, how can I still return?" Have any sympathy for him?"
Yes, with the development of the situation to this day, Emperor Qing has shown his rare generosity by not knocking out all those people related to Fan Xian. Of course, it is more because of the agreement between him and Fan Xian. I don't know if Fan Xian is dead at this time.
Although since ancient times, it seems that no one has been able to find the temple by himself, let alone rescue people from the temple, but the emperor still can't rest assured, because he knew that there was a woman who did it once, and he and that woman Will your son bring another big surprise to the world
If the fifth child really comes back with Fan Xian, what will happen to me? What will happen in this world? The emperor suddenly opened his eyes with a cold light in them, and said, "Chuan Ye re-entered the palace."