Chapter 142 – There’s a Temple in the Mountain

In that cave in the western mountains of Shangjing that was covered by mist, Fan Xian had once said in front of the dying Sean that he was actually just a tourist walking in this world, and that he wanted to see more scenery, so he had an extremely strong interest in temples.

Unlike the young Emperor of Northern Qi who intended to use the power of the temple to unify the world, unlike the former Emperor of Wei who presumed to obtain the secret of immortality from the temple, and unlike the Emperor of Qing, whose old man was exceptionally tough and used the temple as a battering ram, Fan Xian’s interest in the temple in the past mainly lay in those unknowns.

Whereas nowadays, Fan Xian’s strong desire for the secrets of the temple was inevitably attached to more realistic considerations; he needed to enter that temple, find traces of Uncle Wuzhu, confirm Uncle Wuzhu’s well-being, and try to find a way to be able to return to the human world and stand victorious over Emperor Qing. This was really all just two sides of the same coin, as long as Uncle Five Bamboo was still alive, then everything was fine.

In Fan Xian’s perception, there is no one in this world who can harm Uncle Five Bamboo, leaving Uncle Five Bamboo, masked black cloth of the eternal teenage patriarch, has too strong and subtle skills, even if the world once existed several great masters together, I am afraid that the Five Bamboo also have enough ways to get off lightly, but the problem is that …… nowadays, this big snowy mountains Is the temple, that vain and ethereal, has been standing in the human society legend cloud above the fairyland, for this kind of does not belong to the secular place, I’m afraid that even the five bamboo is not the other side of the opponent.

Facts also seem to prove this point, Uncle Five Bamboo returned to the temple to find his roots, several years have passed, but there has not been any news to come out. If he is not imprisoned within the temple, then he is only afraid that he has already …… left this human world.

The early morning sunlight did not have a trace of temperature, and shone indifferently on the three people at the foot of the snowy mountain. Fan Xian squinted his eyes, tilted his head, looking at the majestic snowy mountain in front of him that seemed to cover half of the sky, looking at the snow and ice reflecting like jade under the morning light, silent for a long time, did not say anything.

The three best young men in the world had departed from the camp when it was still dark, and had walked for about a few hours before they struggled to get close to this great snowy mountain. What shocked Haitang and Wang XIII Lang was that Fan Xian seemed to be very familiar with the road under the snowy mountain, and led the two of them easily through a narrow passage under the snowy mountain, straight to the other side of the snowy mountain.

This side of the snowy mountain was also a plain made of frozen ice, with nothing but snow and ice. The three of them, on the other hand, had crossed the snowy mountain to the other side of the snowy mountain, and their campsite was at the other end of the snowy mountain.

“Where is the temple?” Wang Thirteen Lang, carrying the ashes urn of the Four Gu Swords on his back, with a hint of frosty redness through his cheeks surrounded by cloth, gasped and asked.

Fan Xian, supported by Haitang, squinted at the mountain and said, “Back then, Sean and Master Bitter Lotus went from this side of the mountain, so by all rights, the divine temple should be right in front of us.”

However, there was nothing in front of their eyes, only jade-like ice and snow covering the mountain range that they did not know the color of the body. At this time, the wind was not strong, and the God of Heaven had not dropped blizzards, so the view was very far and clear, but in this clear and incomparable view, they could not find any traces of artificial sculptures.

Held him the Haitang silent for a moment after suddenly spoke: “In the old rumors, the temple only one or two days a year will appear in front of the world, if the temple does not want to be seen by mortals, then even if the mortals how to look for, but also impossible to find.”

“Legends are just legends after all.” Fan Xian covered his lips and coughed twice, the coat he was wearing was extremely thick, barely warding off the cold outside. It was also somewhat marvelous to say that now that the temple was close at hand, even though he didn’t know its location, the rich Yuan Qi in the heavens and earth began to surge into his body at an accelerated rate, causing his injuries and condition to loosen up a lot.

After a long time, the coughing stopped, and Fan Xian blinked, looking at the messy snow rocks on the snowy mountain with tired eyes, and said, “Legends don’t have to be true, back then, your master and Lord Sean were waiting for a day or two for the temple to appear, and they stayed up for a few months under the snowy mountain, and I don’t know how much human flesh they ate… …I don’t want to wait.”

Fan Xian had experienced two lives that were impossible for others to have, so he absolutely believed that there was a heavenly will in the underworld, but the education he had received in his previous life had made it so that his atheistic roots could never be shed, so this contradiction had made him vaguely reverent towards the temple on the one hand, and not really believing in the so-called legends on the other.

“If the legend isn’t true, then there must be a blindfold for the temple to be hidden in this snowy mountain.” Hai Tang Duo Duo’s entire face was covered under the fur collar and buzzed her voice, “If we were to search this mountain, with our current state, I’m afraid it would only take a lot of time.”

“I also understand, since it will take a lot of time, let’s start quickly.” Fan Xian said in a hoarse voice, and glanced at Wang Xii Lang again, “I’m sure you’ve also noticed that the darkness in this area is particularly short, and in a few days, I’m only afraid that there won’t be any night, so it’ll be easier for us to use it for searching.”

Several months of difficult snow plains travel, Fan Xian in front of Haitang and Wang XIII Lang, no longer deliberately hide the knowledge he knew in his previous life, each of his judgments finally became reality, however, Haitang and Wang XIII Lang did not know the basis of these judgments of his, so in their hearts, Fan Xian appeared to be more and more mysterious, more and more unfathomable.

In the past few months, Haitang and Wang X3Lang did not have the slightest doubt or hesitation in any of Fan Xian’s judgments and orders, but at this moment, when the three of them stood in front of the snowy mountain and were about to start the action of searching for the temple, Wang X3Lang did not move towards the snowy mountain, but instead, he glanced at Haitang.

Haitang also happened to glance at Wang XIII Lang at that moment, and the two of them looked at each other, both seeing the worry and shock in the other’s eyes.

Fan Xian noticed the difference between the two friends and coughed with a slight frown, “What’s wrong?”

Wang Thirteen Lang looked at him after a moment of silence and said, “We’re just curious, the temple is right in front of us, and if we follow your judgment, no matter how much time it takes, we’ll always be able to find the temple before darkness sets in.”

Fan Xian nodded, not understanding what he meant by this statement, and his frown deepened. Haitang sighed beside him and said, “What we mean is that we’re going to find the temple soon, whether it’s to unearth the temple’s secrets or to save the Blind Master from the temple …… you always have to have a plan ahead of time, make some preparations, or if you have any understanding of what’s going on, you have to inform the two of us ahead of time as well , with your current physical condition, a lot of things always need us to do.”

The temple is like a fairyland, at least in the hearts of the people of this continent is so, today Fan Xian three people to explore the temple, this is what kind of big event, but Fan Xian is so relaxed and casual, and even a little sloppy, as if it is really just traveling.

Who knows what kind of dangers are hidden on this snowy mountain, what kind of divine power is difficult for mortals to resist? Haitang and Wang XIII Lang were both the most resolute top people in the world, but facing this big snow mountain, the feeling of confusion and fear still rose in their hearts, and they really didn’t understand why Fan Xian could still be so relaxed and casual.

“Back then, Bitter Lotus and Sean went back from the temple alive. This place isn’t as terrifying as the world imagines.” Fan Xian laughed bitterly after being slightly stunned, “The two of them were also already super strong on the ninth rank back then, yet after being tormented for half a year, people were dying, and of course their strength was not as good as ours nowadays, so since they were able to go back alive, what are we afraid of?”

“Moreover, both Uncle Five Bamboo and His Majesty have said that the temple has fallen into disrepair and desolation, and has little power left.” Fan Xian lowered his eyes slightly and said, “I trust His Majesty’s judgment because he basically hasn’t made any mistakes in this life.”

But a divine temple is still a divine temple even if it has fallen into disrepair, could mortals stop worshipping it?

“The more crucial problem is that I only know the way to the divine temple as well as the exterior of the temple, as for what’s inside the temple, I have no idea.” Fan Xian smiled helplessly and said, “In that case, any further preparations are actually useless, so let’s look for it and find it.”

This was a very irresponsible approach, Fan Xian had spent his entire life immersed in the darkness of the Supervisory Court, never fighting unprepared battles, even when facing the unfathomable Emperor’s Majesty, he was still brilliantly calculating, bravely contemplating small means of winning, yet today, looking at this snowy mountain, this snowy mountain that he knew nothing about, how could he be prepared for anything?

The snowy mountain is still so silent and solemn and cold, seemingly unaware that three mortals are nervously and quietly searching for its secrets, and the rumored omnipotent and omniscient temple is still like a young girl in a waiting room, hidden in the snow and wind, refusing to reveal its true face.

After climbing up the snowy mountain with great difficulty for a long time, the wind on the mountain range gradually became stronger, rolling up the snow particles on the rocks, wanting to charm the eyes. Fan Xian’s eyes remained clear and steady, not letting go of any details that might be missed. In his projections, the temple only appeared for one or two days a year, and the last time Sean Bitter Lotus saw the temple was on the first day after the end of the polar night, which must hide some kind of pattern.

Only after the extreme night will the sunlight be sprinkled on these snowy mountains, and the people in the temple want to sunbathe, so they will appear out of the world? Fan Xian, who was crouching on Haitang’s warm back, cozily turned his head and sniffed on the girl’s neck with incomparable pleasure, knowing clearly in his heart that his inference must be correct, and that the direction of the great snowy mountain towards the sky must have certain artificial traces after the ice and snow had been broken open.

Haitang’s brows were slightly furrowed, not understanding where on earth Fan Xian got his confidence from, not to mention why he was so happy.

As Fan Xian expected, it didn’t take long for Wang Thirteen Lang, who was searching about two hundred feet to his right, to suddenly turn around and gesture towards the two of them, it wasn’t too clear what Wang Thirteen Lang had found in the snow and wind, but Fan Xian and Haitang easily detected the excitement of that Sword Lodge disciple.

In a snowy depression, Fan Xian crouched down and scrutinized the traces that Wang Thirteen Lang had discovered. A hole was plucked from the snow and ice that covered it, and the object they had been trying to find was found, some traces of artificiality – it was a track-like existence, not knowing what material it was made of, and it was still smooth in such a bitterly cold environment, without the slightest deformation.

Fan Xian stood up with Haitang’s assistance, and looked along this track towards the depths of the ice and snow, all the way to the top, where the wind and snow were so great that the majestic ice and snow mountain range seemed to have suddenly snapped off from it, and sunk in there, presumably being the end of this track, right?

Wang Xulang also found several other tracks beside this track, all of them were cast with that extremely subtle material, I don’t know what they were used for. The three of them instantly became nervous, in this extremely cold place that was extremely difficult for mortals to reach, these magical tracks suddenly appeared, naturally there could only be one explanation.

“Climb up along.” Fan Xian said in a sandy voice, his voice slightly trembling, but his eyes were a calm that he barely maintained with his strong will.

The snowy mountain had no roads, and with the icy winds all around, the slightest carelessness would cause him to fall down the mountain and end up shattered, and it was thanks to Fan Xian bringing Haitang and Wang XIII Lang, two strong men, here, or else the might of this heaven and earth wouldn’t have been something that he could withstand alone as a patient.

The three of them suppressed their nervousness and hidden fear and followed the smooth track, climbing up the mountain range against the wind and snow. Don’t know how long they climbed, when Wang Xulang and Haitang both felt that the true qi in their bodies was about to be consumed by these icy tracks, they suddenly felt that their eyes dimmed down.

There was no way out of the mountain and snow, and the sky dimmed and the earth opened up to a wonderful realm.

Fan Xian and the three of them stared blankly at the stone steps at the end of the track, unable to speak for a long time. This place was truly marvelous, such a long stone staircase, but it was actually hidden on a platform deep within the mountain range. If anyone could really come to the Great Snow Mountain, they certainly wouldn’t be able to see these stone steps at the bottom of this mountain!

Does the fact that the temple comes into existence for a day or two every year mean that these stone steps slide out along those tracks, bathing in sunlight and welcoming the travelers who come to pay homage to the hardships of the earthly world?

These stone steps are made of green stone, and have experienced thousands and thousands of years of frost, with many broken places, giving rise to the vicissitudes of the old and a palpitating sense of beauty. Unlike those tracks, seeing these seemingly endless stone steps, the three of them really had the feeling of entering the temple.

Walking slowly up these stone steps, an indescribable atmosphere enveloped the three of them, enveloping the stone steps. The three of them coincidentally remained silent, whoever, in the moment before unveiling the mysterious veil of the temple, it is difficult to hide the excitement and fear, this is a kind of excitement and fear for the unknown, this is the biological instinct of human beings.

A long light gray gable appeared at the top of the stone steps, reflecting in the three people’s eyes. At this very moment, Haitang and Wang Xulang’s bodies slightly stiffened and stuttered, while Fan Xian detached himself from Haitang’s support and stared calmly to the point of insanity at the gray gable, walking towards the top of the green stone steps.

Beneath the long light gray eaves was a black stone wall, and just like that, as the three of them walked, it slowly revealed its true face. A solemn feeling enveloped the entire heaven and earth as this temple was born from the icy sky and snow.

The temple finally appeared in front of the three of them, appearing so calmly and so naturally that it actually caused the three of them to feel a trace of incredulity. Many miles to find it thousands of miles of degrees, dream into the body before the doubt into the dream, the world of ten thousand people up and down to seek a thousand years of the temple, actually appeared like this, people can not help but give birth to some strange emotions.

Standing on the last stone step, Fan Xian’s hands outside the leather jacket trembled slightly, he looked at the temple in front of him in a somewhat wooden manner, unable to speak for a long time. And beside him, Haitang and Wang XIII Lang were even more difficult to suppress the emotions in their hearts, looking at this majestic building with a perplexed expression on their faces.

The temple is very big, at least in the world of man’s architectural craft is impossible to build such a grand temple, those high black stone wall is like a thousand years of immutable ice, stretched across the front of the three people, those long light gray eaves, has been extended to the end of the platform above the stone steps, I do not know how many secrets of the history of the world surrounded the secret of the earth and the sky.

To be able to build such a grand temple, the platform at the end of the stone steps, hidden in the wind and snow mountain range is even bigger than the square in front of the South Qing Palace, which can accommodate tens of thousands of people, but also several times bigger.

And give Fan Xian three people a most intuitive sense of pressure, a sense of grandeur, is in front of them the main door of the temple, this door is seven feet high, its depth does not know how many, the color is a kind of ancient dark color.

The three of them stood on the stone steps, the distance from the main door of the temple is still more than ten feet away, but because the main door is really too high and too big, even let them feel that the door is close to their eyes, the sense of oppression is full of power, only want to let people fall to the ground, worship constantly.

Standing on the platform, before the temple, Fan Xian, Haitang and Wang XIII Lang were all the most accomplished young men in the world, but in front of this magnificent plaza and temple, they were like three ants who had lost their way in front of a bush and suddenly raised their heads to find a large tree that had blocked out the sun, so shocked that they were unable to speak.

The only one who was able to keep his composure was probably Fan Xian. After all, he had seen Jin Mao and the Three Gorges Dam in his previous life, and he knew that the temple in front of him, which must be a miracle in the eyes of the people of this world, was nothing more than a relatively beautiful building in his opinion.

Once the sea was hard to be water, except the witch mountain is not cloud, back then, Fan Xian could not explain this sentence to Zhuang Mo Han everyone, but at this moment in front of the temple, Fan Xian found a new explanation, that is, the eyesight and experience determines the height of the height of a person stood, because it was once experienced, it is difficult to be shocked.

Fan Xian was no better than Haitang and Wang Xulang, but precisely because he had experienced a more developed civilization in his previous life, he was much calmer at this moment. Even so, but with the temple in front of him, it was still hard for him to suppress his nervous exuberance, and he stared at the door of the temple in front of him for a long time in silence.

In an instant, he lowered his head, looked at the green stone steps under his feet, thought of decades ago, the body has been broken to the extreme of the bitter lotus master, it is with the palms of his hands slapping the stone steps under his feet, cried out in pain, today, the three of them are already considered to be too much calming.

After calming down, Fan Xian raised his head in a hugh manner, the pupils of his eyes shrinking slightly as he stared towards the large plaque above the temple’s main door!

Just as Sean had said in the cave back then, because of the age, it was no longer clear what was written on the plaque, leaving only some broken symbols. In Sean’s relay, these symbols might be the mysterious will of the heavens, yet in Fan Xian’s eyes, these symbols that had finally appeared in front of him represented an even more shocking discovery.

Fan Xian stared blankly at the only remaining Do not character on the large plaque, as well as the three runes below the Do not character; two arcs coming together, one above the other and then one above the other, was the entirety of this rune.

His fingers reached out into the cold air and subconsciously drew along with this rune. Since the fifth year of the Qingli calendar, he didn’t know how much effort he had put into this Do not character and these three identical symbols, and he had also sought advice from Uncle Wuzhu and the Four Gu Swords, but after all, the information was too little, and he had gained nothing.

Today, the word “Do not” and these symbols finally appeared in front of him, so how could he not be agitated?

Fan Xian noticed the location of the mutilated Do Not character on the large plaque, as well as the location of those three symbols, and a flash of bright light swept through his mind like lightning, causing his entire being to become frozen, while his legs walked towards the temple’s main door in a daze as if they were uncontrollable.

Haitang and Wang XIII Lang finally woke up from the shock of getting to see the true face of the temple, and immediately noticed Fan Xian’s abnormality and nervously followed him towards the temple’s gate.

Fan Xian’s gaze was still locked dead center on the large plaque, his mouth reciting words at an increasingly rapid pace, so that it was impossible to tell that he was a sick man, and two flushes of excitement grew on his face.

“What heavenly talisman! What else could this be if not the letter M?” Fan Xian’s tired eyes had been completely replaced by a bright complex of emotions, and he gritted his teeth and coughed and laughed somewhat dementedly as he looked at the large plaque, finally realizing what the temple was.

In this moment, he finally knew that the deduction he hadn’t been telling anyone was correct, that those tracks in the snowy mountains weren’t used to transport these lapis lazuli-colored steps that ascended to the sky to the bottom of the sky dome beyond the mountains, but rather, they were meant to transport an entire, massive temple underneath the dome of the sky!

The temple also needed energy, it needed sunlight, which was why it appeared before the world after the extreme night, and it was this that confirmed to Fan Xian that the temple was not a miracle, but merely a building whose exact purpose was unknown at this point.

More crucially, he had finally determined that the land he stood on under his feet was still the same azure planet! It was the same …… Earth that he had sadly mentioned to Dabao under the endless stars!

Fan Xian’s lips went pale and trembled as he muttered to himself, “This is Earth, so what is this temple? Three M s, one thing …… I didn t have such a big museum …… back then.”

Endless emotions rushed into his mind, making him a little embarrassed by his load, his cheeks scarlet, his lips pale, and his eyes a little confused. Yes, the temple was just a very, very old museum, and the word Do not that Sean remembered was not a scythe and an axe, and the three M’s were not heavenly symbols, or the markings of a Russian airship, but merely the most common letter in an English word!

Yes, there is a word for thing clearly arranged on the large plaque of the temple, and the three M s in English below are the remnants of that word, and the temple …… is a museum!

Fan Xian stood woodenly in front of the temple’s main door, looking up at the large plaque, somewhat unable to believe his eyes.

If the world he was in was Earth, when was this museum, which had obviously been thousands and thousands of years old, built? Where were the people who built these museums? Why did the world need to have such an existence? Why did this museum become what people call a temple?

Thinking of those ambiguous legends in the history of mankind, those Heavenly Veins, those temple messengers, those kung fu techniques and boxes that were stolen out of the temple by his mother, Ye Qingmei, Fan Xian’s body trembled uncontrollably, and he felt that he seemed to have found the truth of the biggest secret of this world, yet he found that there were still too many questions that could not be said or understood.

Fan Xian coughed violently and hunched down right in front of the temple’s dark-colored gate, in front of what looked like a heavenly book of history, and an angry, helpless voice rang out from his chest, “What kind of fucking museum is this!”

“It’s a military museum.”

An emotionless voice rang out from the door of the temple, seemingly just trying to answer Fan Xian’s question that was filled with frustration and panic.