In the extremely cold snowy mountains of the north and the extremely cold Misty Temple, Fan Xian walked toward the building without turning his head. Once again, he broke through the body of the immortal. In this snow-covered world, countless dazzling spots of light appeared.
No one noticed that under his snowy jacket, his back was already drenched. In such a cold climate, sweat seeped out of his body and soaked all of his undergarments. His expression remained calm. No one knew how much courage and determination he had gathered in that instant when he charged into the immortal's body.
Fan Xian did not know what kind of unfathomable power the Temple possessed. Was it as the Emperor and Uncle Wu Zhu said and had already fallen to a certain degree? However, it was clear that Uncle Wu Zhu had been lost in the Temple. This made him feel a natural fear of the Temple. However, he still wanted to gamble.
Looking at it now, it seemed that he had won the gamble. The immortal's body formed by the spots of light clearly did not have any great power. It was closer to the hologram Fan Xian had guessed earlier.
However, there were still many secrets in the Temple and many things that could not be explained clearly, such as the dense yuanqi in the surroundings and the secret martial arts manuals his mother had once stolen. In that world, perhaps there was the Chen Taiji manual, but it was certainly not as wondrous as the Tyrannical martial secrets.
Fan Xian's thin lips trembled slightly as he stepped over the threshold of the undamaged building. His hands were behind his back as he made a gesture to Haitang and Thirteenth Wang. He hoped that these two companions would be able to stand strong under the might of the Temple and help him.
He charged into the building. The spots of light followed him in like fireflies, leaving behind an empty patch of snowy ground and the snowy platform without the footprints of a green bird. The two heavy doors closed silently, shutting Fan Xian inside but shutting Haitang and Thirteenth Wang outside.
Haitang and Thirteenth Wang had not yet shaken off their shock. They didn't know where Fan Xian found the courage to pass through the immortal's body. They also didn't understand why the immortal had been pushed into a patch of spots of light by Fan Xian.
They were more worried about Fan Xian's safety behind the tightly shut door. Haitang Duoduo's eyes narrowed slightly. Light flared in her eyes. Just as she was about to raise all her cultivation and force her way through, Thirteenth Wang suddenly opened his mouth and said, "His hand signal is for us to stay outside and use this opportunity to find someone."
Fan Xian had taken such a great risk and left Haitang and Thirteenth Wang outside the door in the hopes that they could use the opportunity he had fought for with his life to search for traces of Uncle Wu Zhu in the Temple. Fan Xian had traveled thousands of li and tirelessly come to the Temple because of his closest uncle.
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This was a building that looked like an ancient temple, but the building material inside was not ordinary bluestone, but a material similar to metal. Fan Xian's pupils constricted slightly. He quickly scanned the inside of the hall. He found that the building was empty. There was nothing out of the ordinary. There were only patches of empty space. Based on the name of the museum, one could faintly think that countless years ago, this place was perhaps an exhibition stand.
The murals on the outside of the Temple had long fallen. However, the murals in this building were still well-preserved. One could clearly see the scenes painted on them.
Fan Xian placed his hands behind his back and bent his body like an old man. He carefully walked in front of these murals. His gaze swept across them meticulously and carefully. Since the immortal formed by the light spots was not willing to tell him the truth of history, then he could only find the truth himself.
As Fan Xian bent his body and looked intently at the murals, the immortal formed by the light spots floated behind him like a ghost. Fan Xian knew this, but he didn't turn his head to look. He also didn't open his mouth to ask anything. The scene was very strange. Being followed by an immortal or a ghost, Fan Xian couldn't help but feel a bit scared. However, he appeared unusually calm.
The style of these murals was very similar to the oil paintings Fan Xian knew from his previous life. The contents depicted were all ancient myths that were occasionally mentioned in the classics of the land. However, the faces of the gods were very blurry. Regardless of whether they were thundering on the summit of a mountain, floating in the sea, or bathing in the magma of a volcano, there was always a strange white fog that covered their true faces.
Fan Xian's heart thumped. He once again thought of the murals in the Qing Temple in Jingdou and the murals in the Qing Temple on Dong Mountain. The contents depicted on these murals were events from thousands or tens of thousands of years ago. They must have been passed down through countless generations, so it was inevitable that they were blurry. However, this Temple was the source of all legends. Why were the faces of the gods on these murals still blurry?
The immortal in the Temple, who had been following Fan Xian's footsteps like a wisp of light, suddenly said, "These murals were created by Bohr."
"Bohr? 300 years ago, the Great Magician in the West. I heard that he and his wife, Fu Bo, were both Tianmai beings. In the end, they disappeared without a trace. So, in the end, they returned to the Temple, "Fan Xian said with furrowed brows. "Tianmai beings are chosen chosen by the Temple to spread the seeds of wisdom into the world. I had thought that these Tianmai beings, in the end, would have strange thoughts in their hearts and be killed by the emissaries the Temple sent out. Unexpectedly, there were still some who returned to the Temple alive."
"The Temple forbids interfering in the affairs of the world. Naturally, they would not kill people. However, you are right. After countless years, there will always be Tianmai beings who inherited the Temple's teachings. They will have wild thoughts in their hearts and cause suffering for the common people. Whenever this happens, the Temple will send out emissaries and have them disappear without a trace."
"This is probably the reason why the legendary Tianmai beings all disappeared without a trace in the end." Fan Xian noticed that the wisp of light behind him still had a calm and warm tone. However, when he referred to him, he used "sir" and began to communicate with him.
"But, Bohr and Fubo, the couple, were a different matter. They did not have any worldly desires. After Fubo died, Bohr experienced endless hardship and returned to the Temple. Coincidentally, the murals in the Temple were almost broken, so he spent seven years to repair the murals in the Temple."
"But, the history of the Qing Temple in Dong Mountain and the Jingdou Qing Temple is more than 300 years. How could those murals still be Bohr's style?"
"Because Bohr only repaired and did not create, he followed the style of the murals from many years ago. Naturally, it is similar to the murals in the world you grew up in."
Fan Xian suddenly pointed at the sky full of flames and light in the murals. Narrowing his eyes, he asked, "Why don't those gods have faces?"
"Because true gods never show their faces to others."
"So, you are not a true god."
The spots of light floating in the air behind Fan Xian gradually shed the old man's face and transformed into a mirror-like existence. After a long silence, it said, "Just as you said earlier, I am not a god."
"Very good. I was just worried that you had gone crazy after being cooped up in this snowy mountain for tens of thousands of years and truly thought of yourself as a god. Then, this matter would not be easy to deal with." Hearing the voice of the Temple itself coming from all around him, Fan Xian's mood relaxed slightly. At least, the craziest and most terrifying possibility had been denied by the Temple itself.
If it was an existence that truly had life and emotions, hearing Fan Xian's words, it would certainly understand the meaning hidden within. However, it was clear that the existence in the Temple was only passively thinking according to some established process and did not continue to say anything.
"It's not that gods don't have faces. There are no gods." For some reason, after Fan Xian said these words, his mood suddenly became desolate. If there truly were no gods in the world, then his existence and his mother's existence would remain unfathomable and without reason.
"Those are just some powerful machines or weapons." Fan Xian pointed at the gods on the murals that could split open the earth and said quietly, "I don't know what kind of weapons they are. Atomic bombs or neutron bombs? In any case, they are all very terrifying things. "
After the thread of light floating in the air heard Fan Xian's words, the mirror-like surface suddenly gave off a powerful ripple. It was as if it was undergoing intense thinking. Perhaps it was because Fan Xian had said something it had never imagined it would hear that made it unable to analyze it clearly in a short time.
The light in the building was not very dazzling. It was faint and gently sprinkled on Fan Xian's body like it was giving him a layer of holy light. Perhaps it was because of the need to preserve the exhibits or because the Temple's energy was about to run out, but the light was not very bright. Fan Xian walked forward silently until he had seen all of the murals. Only then did he return to the center of the building. Turning his head back to look at the thread of light floating in the air, he was silent for a long time. He then said, "By now, you should know that I am not a normal person. My two companions are not here at this time, so I think you don't have to be afraid of anything. You can tell me about the Temple's origins."
The mirror-like surface formed by the light sank into a deathly stillness. It seemed to be analyzing whether or not Fan Xian's request could be approved.
"Throwing a brick to attract jade. Let me throw a brick first." Fan Xian coughed and felt a wave of weakness. Slowly, he sat down on the icy ground. As he slowly absorbed the yuanqi that was everywhere between heaven and earth, he slowly said in a raspy voice, "The Temple is a historical site, the remains of some civilization. Using your words, this is a military museum. Thus, it keeps the top and most terrifying existences of that civilization. You won't tell me the history of the Temple, so I can only guess based on these murals and some of my knowledge."
"That civilization is certainly one I am familiar with."
Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes and thought of what Xiao En had said in the cave, as well as what Uncle Wu Zhu had once said. Not long after his mother escaped the Temple the first time, she should have returned to the Temple to find Uncle Wu Zhu. Since that was the case, that chest should have been stolen from the Temple by his mother the second time.
There was a Barrett in the military museum, so it was clear that this museum had existed much later than when Fan Xian had left. Furthermore, it was a civilization of the same origin. Fan Xian did not believe that some ancient civilization could make a gun that was exactly the same as the one he had made.
He thought of the familiar civilization of the same origin as the world he had once lived in. It had already become a shadow in history, a broken temple in the snowy mountains that people could not touch. The people Fan Xian … no, the people Fan Shen had once loved, hated, and pitied had long become wisps of ghosts in the long river of time. The things he had once wandered, seen, and admired had all become yellow sand.
A glimmer of pain grew in his heart. The pain was not very strong, but it was particularly clear. It was sour and particularly frustrated. He had never seen anyone before or after. Other than Ye Qingmei, there was only him. The world was long. How could he endure it? Such tens of thousands of years of loneliness had fallen on his body alone. How heavy was it?
Fan Xian sat on the ground and coughed repeatedly. His breathing was hurried. After a long time, an indifferent and dim light rose in his eyes. His expression was not a smile. Looking at the mirror in the air formed from light spots, he asked, "As someone who once traveled with you, can you tell me exactly how that world was destroyed? Did a madman really start to throw nuclear bombs around for fun? "
The mirror of light was as smooth as ice. After a long time, the warm and steady voice rang out in all directions inside the building. "It was a great battle in the divine realm. The immortals all used shocking treasures and raised shocking waves. The ground changed shape, and volcanoes erupted …"
"Enough!" Fan Xian's angry voice rang out in the empty building. He stared fixedly at the mirror and coughed violently. In the end, he coughed up a trickle of blood. He stubbornly wiped away the blood at the corner of his lips and cursed at the mirror, "I am that stupid person from the divine realm! Don't talk about this shit! "
"You're a f * cking broken museum, not some f * cking Temple!"
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Inside the Qing Royal Palace, full of spring, a clear and icy voice slowly rang out in the royal study. The wooden door to the royal study was slightly open to make it easier for air to enter. Eunuch Yao and the other eunuchs and serving girls waited carefully outside the room and did not enter.
"Living high in the temple, one worries about the people. Living far from the jianghu, one worries about the ruler. There is worry about advancing and worry about retreating. But, when should one be happy? It must be said: First worry about the worries of the world, then enjoy the joys of the world … "
Fan Ruoruo quietly finished reading the article and closed the page. She then walked to a corner of the royal study and began to stare blankly. She looked at the flourishing spring trees outside the window and couldn't help but think of her brother. She heard that they had gone north. What was there in the North? Was the legendary Temple in the North? She heard that the extreme North was covered in ice and snow all year round. It was not a place normal people could get close to. Was her brother well?
It was already the end of spring. Four months had passed since the last change in the Palace. The entire Royal Palace was enveloped in a warm and beautiful sunlight. However, the royal study maintained an icy coldness. The Qing Emperor lay on a soft couch with a thin blanket covering his body. His face was pale, and his eyes were lifeless. Following Fan Ruoruo's gaze, he looked at the green trees outside the window. For some reason, the Emperor particularly loathed the existence of these green trees. Perhaps it was because he felt that the passing of spring and the arrival of autumn and the replacement of all things was an irresistible rule of nature.
"Worry about the ruler, worry about the people … Back then, An Zhi spoke up in the Northern Qi Royal Palace. In the end, he was forced by the little Emperor to write a paragraph. In the end, he only wrote this paragraph without a head or tail," the Emperor slowly said. The Emperor opened his mouth and slowly said, "I just don't understand. How could a boy who could write such words do such a disrespectful thing?"
After so much time had passed, the Qing court knew that the traitor Fan Xian had long escaped Jingdou. The intelligence reports sent back from the North accurately pointed to Fan Xian's whereabouts. What surprised many Qing officials was that after Fan Xian escaped Jingdou, he did not throw himself into the arms of the Northern Qi court. Even more surprising was that the Emperor seemed to only focus his anger on Fan Xian and did not begin a purge within the Qing Kingdom.
The Emperor's eyes narrowed slightly. His sparse eyelashes were like an ominous broken autumn leaf as they drooped on his increasingly wrinkled face. His gaze flitted across Fan Ruoruo's shoulder. Suddenly, he asked, "Am I really not a good Emperor?"
This was a lamentable and absurd question. How the Qing Emperor did on the throne was a question that needed to be acknowledged by history. However, for some reason, this most powerful man in the world especially needed to obtain the approval of certain people.
At the beginning, he had wanted to put Fan Xian under house arrest in Jingdou because he wanted to use Fan Xian's eyes to tell those people who had died. Now, Fan Xian had rebelled. He was used to asking Fan Ruoruo this question. It was clear that he had asked this question more than once. Fan Ruoruo didn't even turn her head. She calmly replied, "This is not a question I should answer."
Suddenly, Eunuch Yao's voice rang out from outside the royal study. "Imperial Consort Yi has arrived. Princess Chen has arrived …"
Before he had finished speaking, Imperial Consort Yi and Lin Wan 'er walked in. It was clear that these two women had come many times during this period of time. The Emperor only glanced at them coldly and did not open his mouth to scold them. He didn't tell them to get out. He allowed them to come to the side of the soft couch and help his body up.
Lin Wan 'er changed all of the blankets on the soft couch. As she wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, she smiled and said, "It's all new cotton from Zhongzhou. The embroidery is all the most fashionable in Quanzhou. Try it and see if it's comfortable."
Imperial Consort Yi took out a few ingredients from the food box and carefully fed the Emperor. As she fed, she nagged, "The sun has been good these two days. Your Majesty should go out and walk around."
The Emperor coldly said, "Don't you find it annoying to come every day? It's not like I can't move." The Emperor's injury had indeed not healed. Contrary to the expectations of Fan Ruoruo and the Imperial Academy of Medicine, it was strangely lingering. Perhaps it was because he was old. If he had been at the peak of the Qing Emperor's power, no matter how serious his injury, he would probably have long recovered.
It was as if Lin Wan 'er didn't hear her uncle's words. With a sweet smile, she began to massage his shoulders. Fan Ruoruo watched for a while and couldn't resist shaking her head. She sat on the other side of the Emperor and began to massage him.
The royal study sank into silence. Imperial Consort Yi sat quietly in front of the Emperor and watched this scene with a slight smile. There was no purge in the court. The officials of the He faction had been slaughtered by Fan Xian. On the contrary, it had turned the court into an iron bucket. The Third Prince, Li Chengping, had recently, under Hu the Scholar's lead, begun to try to come into contact with political affairs. Although Consort Mei's belly was very big, no matter how one looked at it, the Qing Kingdom was in a strange state of stability.
At least, in the eyes of the people, the Emperor had no intention of changing the heir.
Nothing seemed to have changed in the Qing Kingdom. On the contrary, it seemed to have become better, except for the young man called Fan Xian. He had disappeared from the world for almost half a year. No one knew where he was or if he was still alive.
Lin Wan 'er did not return to Danzhou with her entire family as Fan Xian had planned. Instead, she calmly stayed in Jingdou. Furthermore, she entered the Palace more often than before. This scene shocked countless people.
"Tomorrow, I will go to court. Don't come." After a long silence, the Emperor suddenly spoke. His tone was cold, but there was a thread of heaviness that was difficult to detect. Perhaps it was such a man who actually enjoyed the service of his family these days. However, these family members were, after all, the family of the son who dared to oppose him.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Lin Wan 'er smiled warmly and didn't say anything more. She knew exactly what she was doing. She also knew that she was only inheriting Fan Xian's thoughts.
"Don't hope for that kid to come back alive. If he does come back, even if I can spare his life, the officials of the world will not allow him to live." The Emperor slowly closed his eyes. The corners of his lips drooped like his eyelashes. He appeared tired.
Could Fan Xian come back alive? This was a question that weighed heavily on everyone's hearts. The Emperor's words clearly cut off everyone's path of retreat. The Emperor continued to close his eyes tightly and coldly said, "You all don't know why he had to find the Temple, but I know that he wanted Lao Wu to come back and kill me. For such a heartless son, should I have any pity for him?"
Now that the situation had developed to this point, the Qing Emperor had already shown rare magnanimity by not beating all the people related to Fan Xian into dust. Of course, it was mostly because of the agreement between him and Fan Xian. After all, he didn't know if Fan Xian was dead or not.
Although it seemed that since ancient times, no one had ever been able to find the Temple on their own, much less rescue someone from the Temple, the Emperor still could not relax. He knew that a woman had once done it. Would his son with that woman bring another great surprise to the world?
If Lao Wu truly came back with Fan Xian, what would happen to him? What would happen to the world? The Emperor suddenly opened his eyes. A cold light shone through them. "Summon Ye Zhong into the Palace."
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