Why did the Temple appear? Why did it appear? Its past, present, and future were the target of Fan Xian's question. After Fan Xian's question rang out in the snow-covered Temple, the fairy that the green bird had transformed into sank into silence. Haitang and Thirteenth Wang also sensed the change in Fan Xian's emotions. Forcefully suppressing the nervousness in their hearts, they raised their heads.
In such a wondrous Temple of ice and snow, only Fan Xian could maintain his calm. Even those as powerful as Haitang and Thirteenth Wang had become naked babies. Under the gaze of the fairy on the snowy platform, they could not feel a trace of disrespect.
The fairy was silent for a long time. He then said to Fan Xian standing at his feet, "This is not something that mortals should attempt to come into contact with or understand."
"I've never thought of myself as a mortal." Fan Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at the specks of light in the air. Lowering his voice, he said, "Similarly, I also don't think of you as an immortal."
The Temple could faintly influence the thousands of years of history of this land. Additionally, there was a law that the Temple could not interfere in worldly affairs. Fan Xian knew that in order to maintain his lofty and mysterious position, regardless of whether the Temple was a relic or some strange object beside it, it would certainly follow the stories in the legends of the people and disguise itself as an illusory existence.
"Since you don't want to tell us, then please tell us, why did you invite us into the temple?" Fan Xian's eyes stared directly at the strange sight and person formed by the specks of light in the air. Calmly, he said, "No mortal has ever been able to enter the Temple. You let us in, presumably, you have a request for us."
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang had already heard something strange in the conversation between Fan Xian and the fairy. Slowly, they rose from the snowy ground. They found that Fan Xian was still able to converse so calmly in front of a supreme existence beyond the scope of common people's understanding. They truly admired him greatly.
However, Haitang Duoduo and Thirteenth Wang still did not understand. Was Fan Xian really going to discuss some sort of deal with the fairy in the Temple? Why was he not in a hurry to find the whereabouts of the blind master? Haitang stood gently behind Fan Xian and followed his gaze to the sky. It was just this glance, but it had already used up all the courage in her body. It was also this glance that suddenly moved her heart. Fan Xian was standing in front of the fairy. Why couldn't she?
"I've had many professions in the secular world, but I'm still best at business." Fan Xian said, "That is why I am a merchant who only cares about profit. I don't like to reap without sowing. I also don't want to do things that harm my own interests just to be shrouded in the light of the Temple. Whatever you want us to do for the temple, you must pay a price. "
From the moment he entered the Temple until now, Fan Xian's entire state of mind had become unusually clear and calm. Yes, he still did not have a definite understanding of the Temple, but he had to force himself to calm down and not think of the other person as a god. He could only think of the other person as a real existence. Furthermore, he faintly guessed that this trip to the Temple had gone so smoothly because the person in the Temple had some request of the three of them. He even had a general idea of that request.
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"The path of the gods is dim, the path of the great path is not prosperous. Wandering on the wrong path, pointing to the mountains and rivers, angry at the wind and clouds, bringing peace to the country, therefore …"
The human figure formed by the spots of light on the snowy platform paused for a moment and then suddenly opened its mouth to read a long and ancient essay. The central meaning was actually very simple. The fairy in the Temple hoped that Fan Xian, Haitang, and Thirteenth Wang could become the emissaries of the Temple and secretly observe the world on behalf of the Temple. They also wanted to choose an appropriate time to return to the Temple and report to the people in the Temple.
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang sank into deep thought. Complicated emotions rose in their eyes. They had probably never thought that once they entered the Temple, the immortals in the Temple would not turn them into stone. Instead, they would give them such an important yet nonsensical mission.
Observe the affairs of the world on behalf of the Temple? In the future, if the three of them left the Temple, they would probably never return. The people in the Temple could not leave the Temple to interfere in worldly affairs, so how could they control them?
This was a very simple request. In the eyes of the disciples of Tianyi Dao, this was perhaps a supreme and particularly noble mission. However, in Fan Xian's eyes, this was just another confirmation of his guess.
"Could it be … this is the legendary Tianmai Being?" Crabapple Duoduo's heart trembled slightly as she thought of a term. In the legends, Tianmai individuals were known as the bloodline of the heavens. They would awaken once every several hundred years. Tianmai individuals could represent undefeatable battle prowess, or they could represent great talent in intelligence. These legendary figures would all disappear without a trace in the end.
After Haitang Duoduo left Qing Mountain, she was also promoted by the Northern Qi court as this generation's Tianmai Being. She was known as a genius. However, she knew that she was not one of those legendary figures. In comparison, Fan Xian, who could remain so calm in the face of an immortal and could spit out 300 poems in one night, was more like a Tianmai Being.
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"Not a Tianmai Being. This kind of identity is only that of an emissary of the Temple." Fan Xian suddenly broke the silence and opened his mouth to explain to the two friends beside him. "This Temple has already been abandoned. Other than this immortal, there are no other emissaries that can observe the movements of the world. More accurately speaking, those emissaries have all died in the human world. If the Temple does not want to be forgotten by the world and not want to forget this world, it must find an emissary again."
"Coincidentally, the three of us came to the temple and gave this immortal a chance. Of course, for him, this was not much of a gamble, because he believed that the experts of the world would be very willing to investigate the world on behalf of the high and mighty temple."
"Even your teacher could not forget about the Temple before he died, much less the other people." Fan Xian glanced at Thirteenth Wang and lowered his head slightly. "If you want to be, then be. Presumably, this is the first time the Temple has chosen outsiders to be emissaries. They don't have any rules or regulations."
Strangely, Fan Xian said these words in front of the immortal on the snowy platform. It was as if he was not worried at all about angering the immortal. Indeed, this was the case. There was not a trace of change in emotion on the immortal's old face formed purely from light. He only waited coldly and woodenly for the three people below the platform to reply.
"The emissaries of the Temple have all died. Of course, there were not many emissaries in the Temple to begin with. That is why you thought of using the three of us as your eyes. However, the problem is that you cannot control our actions after we leave the Temple. You are only making the only possible choice in a situation where you have no other choice. " Fan Xian raised his head and looked at the patch of light. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly. "However, I still want to gain some benefits. According to my analysis, the so-called Tianmai Being is nothing more than, in the long river of history, you, through the emissaries walking the world, imparted knowledge that was not equal to that era to those people. "
"In other words, Master Ku He is a Tianmai Being. My Emperor is also a Tianmai Being. Everyone says that Tianmai Beings only appear once every few hundred years, but it is clear that in recent decades, this land has been a bit too lively."
The immortal's face did not tremble at all. He only bent his body slightly and looked down at Fan Xian, who was speaking calmly. A moment later, he said, "Those were unexpected circumstances. He is not a Tianmai Being."
Fan Xian nodded and did not refute these words. Regardless of whether it was the martial method that Master Ku He cultivated or the Tyrannical zhenqi that the Emperor practiced, they were all things that his mother, Ye Qingmei, had stolen from this rundown temple. There was no legitimacy to the inheritance, so the old man in the Temple would not admit it.
"Child, you know a lot of things." The immortal on the snowy platform watched Fan Xian warmly.
"Don't call me child. I don't like being called that. As for the things I know, I do indeed know a lot. After all, I have my own thoughts. I am not like the emissaries you have sent into the world over the countless years, who have no emotions and thoughts of their own." Fan Xian did not shrink back and looked back into the immortal's deep eyes. Calmly, he said, "I even know that the large article you wrote earlier was actually all plagiarized phrases. From this, it can be seen that you can only do some simple gathering and writing work. You are unable to have your own creative abilities."
Ever since he had stood up from the snowy ground, Fan Xian had been calm, even coldly speaking to this figure in the Temple as an equal. It was as if he was not worried that this mysterious Temple would easily kill him. However, this calmness was actually only a pretense. These emotions were based on his analysis of the Temple and the knowledge of two lives.
"It is Qiu Wu Zhou. It looks like you have truly surprised me and made me think of some things. However, if you are willing to become emissaries of the Temple, I will not mind the rudeness of your words," the immortal said coldly. The immortal said coldly, "The Godly Temple has never traded with mortals. Please remember this."
"Since you have remembered some things from the past, you know that not everyone in this world will be scared by you and then listen to whatever you say," the immortal said coldly. "You are just a lonely old man. The people under your command have all died one by one. Other than us, who else in the world do you think can find this broken temple? Regardless of whether you let us leave or kill us, you can only be forever trapped in this snowy mountain and never know what exactly has happened in the world you calmly observe. "
"Even if you can make an exception and make a deal, in reality, you have already received the Temple's selfless gift. You know that as the children of the Temple, you should contribute your strength to the sustainable development of the entire world."
"I don't know what the Temple has bestowed on me."
The immortal's gaze swept across the three people in front of the snowy platform. "I chose you to enter the Temple and gave this great mission to you because you all have the aura of the Temple on you, particularly you."
The immortal's gaze finally landed on Fan Xian's body. For Master Ku He to be able to become a Great Grandmaster, he had relied on the martial method that Ye Qingmei had stolen from the Temple. Dongyi's unparalleled sword skills more or less carried some of the style of the emissaries of the Temple. The one with the thickest aura was, of course, Fan Xian. He had lived with Uncle Wu Zhu since he was young. He was Ye Qingmei's son. The major martial methods that the Temple had left in the world were all in his body. This immortal, who had guarded the Temple for tens of thousands of years, could easily see this.
"You mean that you cannot give the three of us any more benefits?" The corners of Fan Xian's mouth twitched slightly. "Since it is so, we cannot enter the Temple and return empty-handed. If you don't give, we can only search ourselves."
As his words fell, the immortal in the light smiled slightly. It was as if he felt a glimmer of absurdity that an ant-like mortal dared to forcefully steal treasures from the Temple under the gaze of a god.
After Fan Xian finished speaking, he stopped talking to the dots of light. Instead, he circled around the stone platform and walked toward the most well-preserved building in the Temple under the thin layer of snow.
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang jumped in fright. They didn't know if such an impolite action would anger the immortal in the Temple. Would lightning descend in a moment and turn Fan Xian to dust?
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The face of the immortal formed by the dots of light on the snowy platform froze slightly. It was as if he had not expected Fan Xian's actions in all of his calculations. Immediately after, the immortal's body immediately disintegrated. In an instant, it appeared in front of Fan Xian's path and blocked the door to the well-preserved building.
Disappearing and reappearing at such speed was indeed not something that could appear in the mortal world. However, Haitang Duoduo and Thirteenth Wang forcefully suppressed the shock in their hearts. Turning into two streaks of smoke, they swept over in an attempt to protect Fan Xian's life under the immortal's furious attack.
However, nothing happened. Fan Xian's footsteps did not pause at all. He walked straight into the human figure formed by the dots of light. The dots of light were not scattered by his body or flew off in all directions. They did not become countless bolts of lightning and explode him to pieces. Instead, they suddenly swelled and seemed to stick to Fan Xian's snowy robe.
Just like this, under Haitang and Thirteenth Wang's shocked gazes, Fan Xian walked straight into the immortal's light. He then walked out and approached the building's main door.
A light breeze blew past. The immortal's light flared once again and suddenly appeared in front of the building's main door, blocking in front of Fan Xian. However, a wooden expression appeared in that pair of unfathomable, heaven-like eyes.
Fan Xian calmly looked into the eyes of the immortal floating in the air. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "I see through you."
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