I have an important dinner tonight and cannot push it off. I have written less today. I saluted with my hands.
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Smashed the Temple!
Hearing these words come out of Thirteenth Wang's trembling voice, Fan Xian couldn't help but shiver on Wu Zhu's back. He looked at his two companions not far in front of him and couldn't say anything.
He knew Thirteenth Wang was speaking the truth because Haitang and Thirteenth Wang's pale faces and unusually complicated gaze revealed everything. There were not many things in this world that could make these two so frightened.
Fan Xian coughed violently and couldn't make a sound. He only felt his scalp go numb. Strand by strand of hair were like needles stabbing into his skull. He felt a wave of pain and fear that was difficult to suppress.
He was not afraid that after the Temple was smashed, the old man formed from specks of light would immediately use a weapon of mass destruction to kill him. It was just the ruins of a broken temple with a guide. If it was smashed, then it was smashed. What was he afraid of? He was worried about the person in front of him. He was worried that after Wu Zhu heard the news of the Temple being smashed, he would remember his duty as a Temple guard.
In an instant, Fan Xian changed his mind. When the Temple was smashed, Uncle Wu Zhu must have known what was happening inside. He hadn't moved earlier. He couldn't possibly move now, could he? He had extravagant hopes in his heart because right now, his body and spirit were both extremely weak. He could no longer fiercely respond. He had spent an entire day and night, and in the end, he had risked his life to move the icy heart under the black cloth and persuade Wu Zhu to leave with him. If anything happened now, he might even have the heart to die.
Fan Xian would not blame Haitang and Thirteenth Wang. He knew that his two companions saw that he was about to die and couldn't bear to watch. That was why they had made such an unusually daring move. Perhaps it was because the Temple had been smashed that Uncle Wu Zhu had one less spiritual shackle and had become a living person from a statue.
Thinking of this, he felt even more gratitude toward Haitang and Thirteenth Wang. He knew that these two did not have the knowledge and experience of his previous life. In their hearts, particularly in Haitang's heart, she had spent her entire life serving the Temple. At this moment, she had smashed the Temple for him.
A number of thoughts flashed through Fan Xian's mind like flowing light. He nervously watched Uncle Wu Zhu's thin and steady shoulders in front of him.
Wu Zhu did not move.
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When Fan Xian coughed up blood in an attempt to wake Wu Zhu, Haitang and Thirteenth Wang floated in through the slightly ajar door of the Temple. At that time, Fan Xian's entire attention was focused on Wu Zhu in front of him and did not notice at all. Wu Zhu also seemed to have ignored him due to some fluctuating emotions.
Thus, Haitang and Thirteenth Wang went in and smashed. After they were done, they came out like thugs who had confiscated property. However, their bodies were still trembling. The paleness of their faces had not improved at all. They had never thought that in this lifetime, they would not only be able to come to the Temple to worship, but they would also be able to smash the things in the Temple into a mess.
In the eyes of the people of the world, the status of the Temple was lofty and illusory. Furthermore, a few days ago, they had personally seen the immortal floating in midair. They were not like Fan Xian, who dared to be disrespectful to an existence that completely exceeded human imagination. They also did not have the extravagant hope that they could defeat the immortal.
Thus, when they entered the Temple, they held onto the belief that they would die. They only wanted to disturb the spirits of the immortals in the Temple and have Fan Xian find an opportunity to save the blind Great Master. Who would have thought that they would so easily destroy the Temple?
The immortal was frozen in the air. Haitang and Thirteenth Wang thought they were blind and didn't look at him because they didn't dare to. The immortal's voice rang out beside their ears. They thought they were deaf and didn't listen at all because they didn't dare to. Trembling like this, they thought they were going to die. They went in and smashed randomly. In the end, the immortal disappeared just like that.
The most wondrous and inconceivable thing in the world was this. As Haitang and Thirteenth Wang stood trembling outside the Temple door, they still didn't dare to believe what they had experienced in the Temple earlier.
Uncle Wu Zhu did not move. Fan Xian relaxed slightly and looked stupidly at his two stupefied companions in front of him. He thought to himself that the ways of the world were truly difficult to explain. A moment later, he used his saliva to moisten his throat. Feeling that he could open his mouth to speak, he said in a raspy voice, "You are very powerful."
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Cold snow floated down on the desolate snowy plains. The sky was so gray that it was impossible to tell whether it was day or night. Only the endless wind and snow swirled and moved between the icy plains and snowy hills, blocking out most of the light. Amidst the deathly silence, the occasional not very loud barking of a dog could be heard, startling the thousands and tens of thousands of years of silence in the snowy plains of the extreme north.
A few sledges were moving with difficulty toward the south in the wind and snow. On the sledge at the very front stood a young man holding a wooden stick. Facing the wind and snow, he narrowed his eyes and looked in that direction. The second sledge was arranged particularly tightly. In front of it was a snow canopy that blocked out the wind and snow. On the sledge, a pale-faced young man was half-lying in the arms of a girl. However, the girl was wearing a fur coat, so it was impossible to see her figure.
At the back of the sledge procession was a youth wearing cotton clothing. His eyes were covered with a black cloth. He followed at a moderate distance. Pulled by the snow hounds, the sledges moved quickly. However, this blind youth took steady steps. He did not appear fast, but in reality, he was not pulled down at all.
Fan Xian gently turned his neck and turned his head to glance at the back of the procession, at Uncle Wu Zhu, who was walking step by step in the ice and snow. A faint sorrow and disappointment rose in his eyes. However, he didn't say anything. He closed his eyes again and began to use the yuanqi in the wind and snow to heal the injuries in his body.
Most of the dozens of snow hounds had died on this difficult journey. Only 11, led by Ah Da and Ah Er, remained. These snow hounds had probably never been to such a northern and cold place in their lives. Their animal instincts made them fearful and uneasy. That was why, under Thirteenth Wang's suppression, they still couldn't stop themselves from barking a few times at the gray sky. Fortunately, this was the second time they had been on this path. Otherwise, who knew if these snow hounds would be scared stiff by the unmelting ice and snow and the lifeless world.
After coming down from the snowy mountain, Wu Zhu still maintained his coldness and silence. He only followed Fan Xian's procession from a distance and didn't open his mouth to say anything. He still didn't remember anything. Perhaps, it should be said that he didn't know anything. He was just an icy shell. Yet, because of a speck of light in his soul, he descended the snowy mountain, left the Temple, and began to follow the sledge procession south, if Wu Zhu had a soul.
Thus, Fan Xian was sad and disappointed. He didn't know how long this situation would last. He didn't know if Uncle Wu Zhu would wake up. If he truly couldn't wake up, this Wu Zhu would still not be the Wu Zhu he was.
A snowflake was picked up by the wind and floated into the sleigh in a strange curve, covering Fan Xian's eyes. Haitang was slightly startled. She was about to use her finger to brush the snowflake away when unexpectedly, Fan Xian opened his eyes and looked at her with a slight smile.
There was an indescribable feeling in the warmth of his smile. Haitang avoided his gaze and looked at Thirteenth Wang standing in the snow in front of her. Her face blushed faintly. It had been a number of years since the two of them had first met. She rarely showed such a girlish side in front of Fan Xian. However, this time, they had gone deep into the snowy plains of the extreme north, visited the Temple, and experienced things that mortals had never experienced in countless lifetimes. Haitang Duoduo's heart was no longer the same as before.
Fan Xian saw her avoid his gaze, but his smile did not fade. On the contrary, he felt warmth in his heart. The matter of the Temple being smashed had the greatest impact on his emotions. He knew that at the time, Haitang and Thirteenth Wang had gone with the intent to die. Most importantly, the two of them had to suppress their innate reverence and fear toward the Temple. This kind of friendship was rare in the world.
His eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze pierced through the wind and snow and landed on the snowy mountain far behind him. Logically speaking, the snowy mountain should have long disappeared from sight. However, he always felt that the snowy mountain was there and the Temple was there.
The day before, in the snowy mountain, Fan Xian had entered the Temple again in the end. He also saw the messy state of the Temple. His emotions were unusually complicated. There was also a faint sense of sorrow and pity. After all, it was the last remnant of his world. If it was truly destroyed in his hands …
Fortunately, as Fan Xian had expected, the spots of light condensed again. The gentle but actually emotionless old man of the Temple appeared again. Perhaps the Temple had already determined that the first and last emissary in the Temple had already broken free of control, so it did not say anything about clearing out the target again.
Even Fan Xian had not found the center of the Temple or the last military museum. Haitang and Thirteenth Wang had probably only destroyed a few ancillary facilities.
In the Temple, Fan Xian and the elder had a final conversation. As for what they talked about, only Fan Xian knew. After this conversation, Fan Xian resolutely left the Temple and left the old man alone in the snowy mountain.
I'll leave you for a lifetime and wait for the Temple to regenerate itself. You'll be able to survive and die alone.
This was Fan Xian's revenge against the Temple. He believed that in such a world of ice and snow and without the support of resources, the Temple could not cause any trouble. If it truly had such power, it would not have watched as the emissaries in the Temple died one by one without being able to do anything about it.
Besides, there was still Wu Zhu in the world.
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