Yi Wusheng was taken aback: "Yes..."
He subconsciously wanted to ask why he regretted it, but he quickly realized that when "life" is involved, there is no way to explain it clearly in one or two sentences, and even if he said it, it is definitely beyond the comprehension of others.
That's self-exposing the scars in exchange for a sigh, the doctor really can't ask, he is not this kind of person.
He quickly waved his hand and said: "This time it was really abrupt, today..."
He paused for a moment, then sighed and said, "I have a lot to say today, but I'm always in a trance, and if my words are inappropriate, please bear with me, Mr. Trouble."
The people around him were silent and didn't know what to think. They came back after hearing what he said, and replied in a deep voice: "It's okay."
While talking, someone came forward, saluted the doctor Wu Sheng, and said, "Are you here to offer incense?"
That is the incense clother of the temple, wearing a plain robe of cultivation and combing the simple hair bun of the disciples of the immortal sect, who will spread the incense like a visitor who comes to offer incense. There are many temples in the main cities of this kind of Buxiang people, but there are fewer mountains and fields.
The current Great Sad Valley has been empty and desolate since it was banned, and there are no incense shoppers. Unexpectedly, this line hundreds of years ago has become a lively scene again.
The cloth incenseman smoked long incense sticks, three sticks, and handed them over.
Of course, Yiwusheng didn't come to worship. He has only a bad relationship with this Valley of Sadness. But he saw Buxiangren's smiling face full of heat, so he didn't refuse.
He took the three long incense sticks, looked at them complicatedly for a while, and suddenly said: "Little Master."
"What's the matter with the guest?" The cloth incenseman was hesitating whether to pass incense to Xiao Fuxuan, after all, he thought that this soap-clothed knight was cold, and he didn't look like he would beg for immortals.
The doctor Wusheng twirled the incense, and asked in a gentle voice, "Dare to ask my little master, what year is this?"
At the age of Bu Xiangren, Fang Xianmen is a young disciple who has just started, and he may rarely meet pilgrims like Doctor Wu and Xiao Fuxuan. He was taken aback by the question, blinked his eyes and asked: "Huh?"
Doctor Wusheng patted his forehead and said: "To be honest, I had a serious illness before, and I was always confused, and I often couldn't tell the day."
Those who come to the temple to offer incense have something to do more or less, and it is common to be sick. The Buxiang people nodded immediately.
He politely replied: "This is the twenty-ninth year of Suining."
The doctor said "Oh": "Sui Ning..."
Suining's year name is too old, and it is actually unfamiliar to him.
According to the record in the book, this year name did not last long.
In the year when Luohuashan City was burned to the ground, the year name in the world was changed from "Sui Ning" to "Qinghe", in order to use the name of the year to quell the flames of heaven.
After that, the title of "Qinghe" was used for 275 years, and Yi Wusheng was born during that period.
It wasn't until Wu Xingxue was imprisoned in Canglang Northern Territory that the reign title in the world was changed to "Tianshu".
Doctor Wusheng cupped his hands to thank Buxiangren: "Thank you little master for letting me know, Suining is twenty-nine years old, I will remember it."
The Buxiang man waved his hand and said, "Hey, what's there to be thankful for?"
He turned around to pass incense to other visitors, walked away a few steps, couldn't help but look back at the doctor, and muttered softly: "What a strange pilgrim..."
It's only a year, but when I wrote it down, "color" was surprisingly serious, as if this day was extremely important and special to him.
While Master Buxiang was muttering, Doctor Wu had already entered the temple with the incense.
Instead, Xiao Fuxuan paused by the temple gate.
When he was in Xiandu, he actually seldom stayed in the human world for age changes. He watched the alternation of cold and heat, and would remember some special days, such as Luohuatai Kaishan City on the third day of March.
But if you suddenly ask him what year it is, it will be embarrassing.
But the general impression is still there.
If I'm not mistaken, in the twenty-ninth year of Suining... Yun Hai should have died.
This "chaotic" line was created by the Patriarch of the Feng family for the sake of his two children who died young. Most of the people he influenced were people related to him, and those who had little relationship with Xiandu.
If no one intervenes more, Yun Hai in this "chaotic" line will probably be gone. There should already be that tomb in the ground, and Yun Hai will be suppressed.
But looking at the bustling appearance of this temple right now, there is something unusual about it.
Xiao Fuxuan thought for a while, raised his hand and patted Bu Xiangren: "Trouble."
The Buxiang man was startled, and turned his head: "Uh... Do you have something to ask?"
Xiao Fuxuan pointed at the temple with the hilt of his sword: "Who is this temple dedicated to?"
Bu Xiangren blinked, thinking that this pilgrim was even weirder than Cai Cai, but he still answered honestly: "Great Compassion Valley Mountain."
"Great Sad Valley Mountain?"
"Yes."
Xiao Fuxuan asked: "Does this mountain have a name?"
The cloth incense man replied: "Naturally there are."
Xiao Fuxuan: "Who?"
The gaze of the cloth incenseman looking at Xiao Fuxuan became more and more strange. After all, no pilgrim would ask such a question—you have come to the temple to offer incense, and you don’t know what the name of the immortal is
The cloth incenseman raised his hand and bowed to the sky to show respect: "The name of the immortal official is Yunhai."
Xiao Fuxuan froze for a moment: "Who?"
Buxiangren: "..."
He patiently repeated: "Yun Hai."
He said these two words so clearly that it was absolutely impossible for him to misunderstand.
That's right, it's really Yun Hai.
Yun Hai on this "chaotic" line actually returned.
What he is in charge of is the Valley of Great Compassion, not the mourning and joy in the human world at the beginning, which means that he has violated the rules of heaven, knelt on the Lingtai for punishment, and received the order of heaven.
It's just that it hasn't fallen back into the world yet.
Of course, his fate hasn't changed that much, but it has indeed changed.
Xiao Fuxuan pondered for a moment, feeling a little weird—could the movements of the Feng family really affect the fairy capital, and even affect Yun Hai's fate
Even weirder...
There is no such thing as this temple.
The temple in front of him, the altar was obviously empty, without any statues. There is only one long altar with incense burners on it.
This is exactly the same as the temple in the Great Sad Valley.
But the reason why there are no statues in the temples in this world is because Yun Hao died, and no one remembers them anymore. The statues in the past were later erected in the underground fairy tomb.
When the people passing by that temple offer incense, they never say "worship the mountain", they always say "worship the Great Sad Valley".
At this "chaotic" line, Bu Xiang kept saying "The name of the mountain in the Great Compassion Valley is Yun Hai", which means that Yun Hai is alive and has not been forgotten by the world, so why is there no statue on the altar
Xiao Fuxuan asked, "Where does it look like?"
Buxiangren seemed to be asked this kind of question for the first time, and he was a little confused: "What does it look like?"
"The statue on the altar."
The incense clother was stunned for a while, then said: "I don't know, the altar was empty when I came here to distribute incense."
Xiao Fuxuan frowned.
The cloth incenseman said again: "It is said that there used to be, but then it disappeared overnight."
"Nobody pursued?"
"I chased it, but I searched all over to no avail, as if I couldn't find it out of thin air. The people who come here often are the common people, and the common people will never steal the statue, let alone destroy it quietly."
When folks encounter this kind of thing, they will always attribute the reason to heaven. Since I can't figure it out, why can't I find the result, it's just natural.
The person who distributed the incense said: "Later, I heard that I tried to mend one, but it was not worth it. It stands on the altar today, and it will be empty tomorrow, or it will disappear overnight. I searched everywhere, but it was still fruitless."
The incense man said: "So later people said that maybe it was destined to be right, so they didn't force it, so the altar has been empty since then, and the pilgrims are used to it."
"To be honest—" Bu Xiangren scratched his head and said, "If it weren't for the young master's sudden inquiry, it would be normal to think that there are no statues, and forget that there are statues in other temples."
As if it should, naturally.
While he was talking, he suddenly heard exclamations from inside the temple, and he didn't know what happened.
I can vaguely hear the pilgrims talking about it—
"What about people? Why can't they be better!"
"Just now!"
"It seems to have been turned down from this stone brick?"
…
Before Buxiangren understood what was going on, he felt a gust of wind sweeping past his eyes.
He just blinked his eyes, and the young master who asked him some strange questions had disappeared, and seemed to fly into the temple just after him.
He himself is a practitioner, and at the moment when he was swept by the strong wind, he felt a trace of immortal energy and restrained coercion belatedly.
Buxiang was startled and took a long time to return.
He hurried into the temple and asked, "What happened?"
The people who were about to pilgrimage pointed to a huge square white stone and said: "The pilgrim just now, the one who covered his nose with a cloth towel, suddenly disappeared when he came here."
"Looking at the white stone slab, it seems to move a little bit, but it's too fast, so I don't know if it's because of my eyesight."
"I seem to have seen it."
"How can a good stone slab move?"
"It just... just flipped over like a trapdoor."
"Wouldn't it be empty under this board?"
Everyone was horrified, and beat around the square stone, but they couldn't find any traces to prove that it had been moved.
***
When the temple pilgrims looked at each other, Xiao Fuxuan had already followed the doctor's trail and landed in the ground of the temple.
When he flew down, his heart felt strange again.
But when he stood still and raised his eyes to look at a stunning portrait, his complexion finally turned cold.
This statue is handsome and tall, with a white flag in one hand and a green branch in the other. A beautiful flower blooms on the top of the green branch, covering one of the eyes of the statue.
It was none other than Yun Hai.
And this underground round room, whether it is the entrance or the scene outside, is exactly the same as the Great Sad Valley cemetery they walked through.
So much so that at that moment Xiao Fuxuan suspected that if he walked along the long and winding road to the end, he could even see Yun Hai being suppressed.
But just now the Buxiang man said that Yun Haiming on this "chaotic" line is still alive, and he is still in charge of the Great Sad Valley.
He didn't fall into the world, didn't become a demon, and wasn't forgotten, so he didn't need someone to build an underground tomb for him.
Then why are there these things under the temple
.