Chapter 145 – There’s a Man in the Temple (Next)

Extremely cold snowy mountains in the north, extremely cold Piaomiao Divine Temple, Fan Xian traveled towards that building without looking back, once again crashing through the Immortal’s body, giving birth to countless dazzling points of light in this snow-covered heaven and earth.

No one noticed that underneath the snow-coated jacket, his back was drenched, sweat seeping out of his body in such a cold climate, dampening all of his undergarments. His expression remained calm, and no one knew how much courage, how much determination he had condensed in that moment earlier when he broke into the immortal’s body.

What kind of unfathomable strength the temple possessed, and whether or not it had been desolated to a certain extent, as His Majesty the Emperor and Uncle Five Bamboo had said, Fan Xian did not know, it was just that the fact that Uncle Five Bamboo had apparently lost his way in this snowy temple had given him an innate alarming fear of this temple within him, but he still had to gamble.

Right now, it seemed as if he had won his gamble, the immortal bodies that those points of light had condensed into and were obviously not extremely powerful, and to a greater extent were somewhat close to the holographic images that Fan Xian had guessed earlier.

However, there were still many secrets in the temple, many things that could not be explained clearly, such as the rich heaven and earth yuan qi around here, such as those martial arts secrets that had once been stolen out by his mother – in that world, there might have been the Chen’s Taiji Fist Recipe, but it was certainly impossible for there to be something as divine as the Hegemony Kung Fu Technique.

Fan Xian’s thin lips trembled slightly as he stepped over the threshold of that intact building, while his hands were behind his back, giving a gesture to Hai Tang and Wang Thirteen, he hoped that these two companions would be able to stand strong and be able to help themselves despite the divine might of the Snow Temple.

He broke into the building, and those points of light followed like fireflies, leaving a snowy field empty, and the snowy platform that had left no cygnet footprints behind, and with that the two heavy doors closed silently, shutting Fan Xian inside, but closing Haitang and Wang XIII Lang outside.

Haitang and Wang XIII Lang hadn’t gotten over their shock yet, they didn’t know where Fan Xian had gotten his sky-high guts from to actually go through the immortal’s body like that, and they didn’t understand even more why that immortal was actually propped up into a point of light by Fan Xian’s collision.

They were even more worried about Fan Xian’s safety within that closed door, Hai Tang Duo Duo’s eyes narrowed slightly, the bright light within his eyes was great, and he was about to bring up his entire body’s cultivation to break through this door, when Wang Thirteen Lang suddenly opened his mouth and said, “His gesture is for us to stay outside …… and take advantage of the opportunity to look for someone. ”

Fan Xian had taken this great risk and left Haitang and Wang Thirteen Lang outside the door, naturally hoping that they would be able to take advantage of the opportunity they had desperately fought for to search for Uncle Five Bamboo in the temple. Fan Xian had traveled a long way and gone out of his way to come to the temple, and a large part of the reason was because of that uncle he was closest to.

It was an imitation of an ancient temple-like building, yet the building material inside wasn’t the usual lapis lazuli, but a metal-like material. The pupils of Fan Xian’s eyes narrowed slightly as he extremely quickly scanned through the temple, only to find that the building was empty, with nothing surprising present, the only thing there was that patch of blank space that vaguely allowed one to recall that countless years ago, with the name of the museum, this place might have been a booth one after the other.

The murals on the exterior of the temple had long since fallen into disrepair, yet the murals in this building were still well preserved, and one could clearly see the scenes painted on them.

Fan Xian put his hands behind his back and stooped like an old man, carefully walking past these murals, his eyes sweeping over them with meticulous care. Since that Immortal, who had been congealed from a point of light, refused to tell him the truth of history, then this truth was something that he would have to find out for himself.

Just as Fan Xian was rickety and looking carefully at the murals, the immortal that the dots of light had congealed into drifted behind him like a ghost, Fan Xian was well aware of this, but he didn’t turn around to look, nor did he open his mouth to ask anything. It was a marvelous scene at this time, and being followed by an immortal or a ghost, Fan Xian’s heart was inevitably a little hairy as well, but he acted extraordinarily calm.

The style of these murals was extremely close to the oil paintings that Fan Xian had known in his previous life, and what was depicted on them were all ancient myths that were occasionally mentioned in the continent’s scriptures, except that the faces of those deities were extremely blurry, and no matter if they were traveling on top of a mountain in a thunderbolt, floating in the sea, or bathing in the magma of the crater of a volcano, there was always an odd white mist that obscured their true faces.

Fan Xian’s heart thumped, once again remembered the murals in Kyoto’s Qing Temple as well as the murals in the Qing Temple on Mt. Dadong, the contents depicted on these murals were thousands and thousands of years ago, and must have been passed down through countless generations, so some blurriness was naturally unavoidable; however, this temple was the source of all the legends, so why did the deities on the top of these murals still have blurred faces?

The temple immortal, who had been following Fan Xian’s footsteps like a ray of light, suddenly spoke up and said, “These murals are from the hand of Boer.”

“Pol? That great master in the West three hundred years ago? I heard that he and his wife, Fubo, were both Heavenly Chakra Masters …… who ended up disappearing without a trace, so it turns out that they ended up returning to the temple.” Fan Xian frowned and said, “The Heavenly Veins were originally the votaries of the Temple of God who sowed the seeds of wisdom into the world, and I had thought that these Heavenly Veins ended up with dissenting thoughts in their hearts, and would all be killed by the messengers sent out by the Temple of God, but I didn’t think that the original was still alive and returned to the Temple of God.”

“The divine temple is forbidden to interfere in worldly affairs, so naturally it will not kill the world presumptuously. However, you are right, for countless years, there will always be a Heavenly Vein person who inherits the temple’s learning, and then his heart will have delusional thoughts, causing suffering to the living world, but whenever this happens, the temple will send out messengers to make him disappear into thin air.”

“This is probably why the legendary Heavenly Pulse practitioners all disappeared without a trace in the end.” Fan Xian noticed that the tone of the wisp of light soul behind him was still smooth and gentle, except that when addressing himself, he used the word you, and was beginning to communicate with himself.

“But a couple like Por and Vobo is another story, they didn’t have any worldly desires, and when Vobo died, Por went through endless hard work to return to the temple, and it just so happened that at that time, the temple’s murals were on the verge of being tattered, so he spent seven years restoring the temple’s murals back to life.”

“But the Daitosan Keiji Temple and the Kyoto Keiji Temple are both more than three hundred years old …… How is it possible that those frescoes are still in Pohl’s style?”

“Because Borel only restored and did not create, he followed the style of the murals from many years ago, so naturally they have a few similarities to the worldly murals you grew up with.”

Fan Xian suddenly pointed to those roiling flames and rays of light amongst the murals and asked with narrowed eyes, “Why don’t those gods have faces?”

“Because true gods never use their faces to meet people.”

“So you’re not a true god.”

Those dots of light floating in midair behind Fan Xian gradually faded away the old man’s face and changed into a mirror-like existence, and after a long period of silence, he said, “As you said earlier, I am not a god.”

“Very well, I’m worried that you’ve suffocated for tens of thousands of years in this great snowy mountain and have gone crazy, and really consider yourself a god, then the matter won’t be easy to deal with.” Hearing the voice of the temple proper coming from all around, Fan Xian’s mood relaxed slightly, at least one of the craziest and scariest possibilities was denied by the temple itself.

If it was a real being with life and feelings that heard Fan Xian’s words, it would definitely understand the meaning hidden within him, but it was obvious that this being in the divine temple was only passively thinking according to certain established processes, and didn’t go on to say anything down the line.

“God is not faceless, but there is no God at all.” For some reason, after Fan Xian uttered these words, his mood suddenly became lonesome, for if there were truly no gods in the world, then his existence, his mother’s existence, would remain as inscrutable and unwarranted.

“Those are just some powerful machines or weapons.” Fan Xian pointed at the gods on the mural that could open up the heavens and said softly, “I don’t know what kind of weapons, atomic bombs or neutron bombs? It’s something really scary anyway.”

The wisp of light soul floating in mid-air, after hearing Fan Xian’s words, the mirror suddenly emitted extremely strong fluctuations, as if it was engaged in an extremely violent act of contemplation. Perhaps it was precisely because Fan Xian’s mouth had uttered words it hadn’t even envisioned hearing that it was unable to analyze clearly in a short period of time.

The light in this building wasn’t very dazzling, faintly, warmly and gently showering Fan Xian’s body as if it was giving him a layer of holy light, not knowing whether it was due to the need to preserve the exhibits or because the temple’s energy source was about to dry up, the light wasn’t very bright. Fan Xian walked forward in silence, and kept looking at all the murals in their entirety before returning to the center of the building, looking back at the wisp of light soul floating in midair, and after a long period of silence, he opened his mouth and said, ”By now, you should know very well that I’m not an unusual person …… My two companions aren’t here at this time either, and I think you don’t need to be afraid of anything anymore, you can explain the origin of the temple to me.”

The mirror formed by the light soul fell into a deathly calm, seemingly analyzing whether or not this request of Fan Xian’s could be passed.

“Throwing a brick to attract jade, I’ll start by smashing a brick.” Fan Xian coughed twice, feeling a wave of weakness, and slowly sat down on the cold ground, slowly adsorbing the ubiquitous yuan qi from heaven and earth on one side, while slowly saying in a hoarse voice, “The temple is a relic, the ruins of a certain civilization, and to use your words, it’s a military museum, and so some of the most top-notch and terrifying existences from those civilizations are preserved within it . You won’t tell me the history of the temple, so I’ll have to make a guess based on these murals and some of my perceptions.”

“That civilization is definitely one I’m familiar with.”

Fan Xian slowly closed his eyes, thinking of Sean’s words in the cave and what Uncle Wuzhu had once said. Back then, shortly after Mother had fled the temple for the first time, she should have returned to the temple once again to look for Uncle Five Bamboo, and since that was the case, that chest should have been stolen from the temple by Mother during the second time.

With the Barrett hidden in the military museum, it was obvious that the era in which this museum existed should be a bit later than when Fan Xian left, and it was a lineage of civilizations, Fan Xian didn’t believe that any ancient civilization would be able to make an exact replica of that gun as well.

One thought of that familiar, and he once really lived in the world of a lineage of civilization, has become a shadow in the history, turned into a broken temple in the snowy mountains that the world can not touch, those Fan Xian …… no, Fan Shen once loved hated and pitied people, have long ago in the long river of time has become a wisp of ghosts, those he Once strolled, seen, marveled at things, have turned into a piece of yellow sand, his heart gave birth to a trace of pain.

That pain is not how strong, but extraordinarily clear, sour, extraordinarily frustrated. In addition to Ye Qingmei, there was only himself. Heaven and earth is long, how can I be embarrassed? This kind of loneliness of ten thousand years, fell on his body, is how kind of heavy.

Fan Xian sat on the ground, coughing repeatedly, breathing rapidly. After a long time, a hint of indifference and gloominess was born in his eyes, his expression seemingly smiling, looking at the mirror in the air that was condensed into points of light, and asked, ”As a former fellow traveler, can you tell me exactly how that world was destroyed back then? Did some madman really start throwing nukes around for fun?”

The light mirror was as smooth as ice, and after a long, long time, that gentle, smooth voice resounded from all sides inside the building, “It was a great war in the God Realm. Immortals each used amazing magic treasures and set off shocking waves. The earth deformed and volcanoes erupted ……”

“Enough!” Fan Xian’s angry voice resounded within the empty building as he stared dead at the mirror, coughing so violently that he ended up coughing up a trace of blood. He stubbornly wiped away the blood stain at the corner of his lips and cursed at that mirror, “I’m the one who came from that bullshit God Realm! Don’t talk about this shit!”

“You’re a fucking shitty museum, not some fucking temple of the gods!”

Within the springtime palace of the Qing Kingdom, a clear and icy voice slowly resounded from within the imperial study. The wooden door of the imperial study was slightly opened at a corner to facilitate ventilation, and the eunuchs and palace maids led by Eunuch Yao carefully waited outside the room without going in.

“If you live high up in the temple hall, you worry about your people, and if you are far away in the rivers and lakes, you worry about your ruler. It is to enter also worry, retreat also worry. However, when to be happy? It must be said: first the world’s worries, after the world’s joy and joy ……”

Fan Ruoruo finished reading the article softly and closed the pages of the book, then walked to a corner of the imperial study and began to stare with her eyes open. She looked at the flourishing spring trees outside the window and couldn’t help but think of her elder brothers. I had heard that they were heading north, what was in the north? Could it be that the legendary temple was in the north? I heard that the far north land is ice and snow all year round, it is not a place that normal people can get close to, how is my brother now?

At this time is already the end of spring, from the last palace change has passed more than four months time, the palace up and down in a shrouded in the sunshine of peace and beauty, however, the imperial study has always maintained a cold and icy feeling. His Majesty, the Emperor of Qing, was lying on top of the soft couch, covered with a thin quilt, his face pale, his eyes somewhat lifeless, following Fan Ruoruo’s gaze, looking at the green trees outside the window. For some reason, His Majesty’s heart was extraordinarily averse to the existence of these green trees, perhaps because he sensed the irresistible natural norm of spring and fall and the change of everything.

“Worry about its ruler, worry about its people …… Back then, An Zhi ventured a sentence in the Beiqi palace, and was finally forced by that little emperor to write a paragraph, and in the end, he only wrote such a paragraph without a head or tail.” The emperor opened his mouth and said slowly, “I just don’t understand how a brat who can write such words can yet do such a ruler-less and father-less thing.”

After such a long time had passed, the Qing court naturally knew that that traitor Fan Xian had long ago fled Kyoto, and the intelligence that came back from the north pointed out Fan Xian’s whereabouts even more accurately, however, what surprised many of the officials of the Southern Qing was that Fan Xian had fled from Kyoto and had not thrown himself into the arms of the Northern Qi court, and even more surprisingly, His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have only bet his wrath on Fan Xian, and had not initiated a great cleansing in the interior of the Qing country .

The Emperor’s eyes narrowed slightly, those sparse eyelashes drooping like ominous broken autumn leaves on his increasingly wrinkled face, his gaze skimming over Fan Ruo Ruo’s shoulders as he suddenly opened his mouth and asked, “Am I really not a good Emperor?”

This was a very sad question, a very absurd question, how well Emperor Qing actually did in the dragon chair was just a question that needed to be recognized by history, but this most powerful man under the sky, for some reason, extraordinarily needed to be recognized by certain people.

When he wanted to put Fan Xian under house arrest within Kyoto, he also just wanted to borrow Fan Xian’s eyes to tell those dead people, now that Fan Xian had turned against him, he was used to asking Fan Ruo Ruo this question, and it was obvious that this question had been asked more than once because Fan Ruo Ruo didn’t even turn her head back, and directly and calmly responded, “This is not a question that my daughter should answer.”

Outside the Imperial Study Room suddenly came the voice of Eunuch Yao: “Noble Consort Yi has arrived, County Princess Chen has arrived ……”

Before the words fell, the duo of Noble Consort Yi and Lin Wan’er walked in, and it was obvious that these two women had not come quite a few times in these days. The emperor just coldly glanced at them and did not open his mouth to reprimand them, much less tell them to get out, allowing them to come to the side of the soft couch and help his body up.

Lin Wan’er changed all the bedding on the soft couch, wiping the fine sweat on her forehead while saying with a smile, “All the new cotton from Zhongzhou, the embroidery is the most fashionable method from Quanzhou, try it to see if it’s comfortable.”

Noble Consort Yi took out a few kinds of food from the food box and carefully fed his majesty, while feeding him, she nagged, “The sun is good these two days, your majesty should go out and walk around.”

The emperor indifferently opened his mouth and said, “Come every day, it’s not too tiresome, it’s not like I can’t move.” His Majesty’s injuries are indeed not yet well, even out of Fan Ruoruo and the hospital’s expectations, surprisingly lingering, perhaps it is really the cause of the old man, if placed in the peak of the Qing Emperor, and then how heavy injuries, I’m afraid that at this time he has long been back as before.

Lin Wan’er as if she did not hear the words of the emperor’s uncle, smiled and began to rub his shoulders, Fan Ruoruo on the sidelines slightly looked at a while, could not help but shake his head, sat on the other side of the emperor, began to massage for him.

The imperial study fell into silence, and Noble Consort Yi just sat quietly in front of the emperor, smiling as she watched this scene. There was no great purge within the court, and the officials of the He faction were slaughtered by Fan Xian, but instead, it had turned the interior of the court into a party of iron barrels. The third prince, Li Chengping, had recently begun to try and get in touch with political affairs under the leadership of Grand Maester Hu, and although Princess Mei’s belly was already too big for her to handle, but any way you look at it, the internal affairs of the country of Qing were in a very marvelous state of stability.

At least in the eyes of the world, His Majesty the Emperor did not have any thoughts of changing his crown.

Nothing seemed to have changed in Qing, on the contrary it seemed to have gotten a little better, except for that young man called Fan Xian, who had disappeared from the world for almost half a year now, and no one knew where he was or if he was still alive.

Lin Wan’er didn’t return to Tanyuzhou with her family as Fan Xian had arranged, but stayed in Kyoto quietly, and went to the palace more often than before. This scene shocked the minds of many people.

“Tomorrow I will go to court. You guys don’t come.” After a long period of silence, His Majesty the Emperor suddenly spoke, his tone was cold, yet there was a trace of heaviness that was extremely difficult to detect. Perhaps it was this kind of man who was actually extremely enjoying the service of these loved ones these days, but these loved ones were, after all, the family members of that son who dared to rebel against him.

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Lin Wan’er smiled gently and didn’t say much, she knew exactly what she was doing, and she also knew clearly that she was only inheriting Fan Xian’s ideas.

“Don’t have the luxury of hoping that that boy will come back alive. If he does come back, even if I can spare his life, there is no way the officials of this world will allow him to live again.” The emperor slowly closed his eyes, the corners of his lips drooping like his eyelashes, looking somewhat exhausted.

Would Fan Xian be able to return alive? This was a question that weighed heavily on everyone’s hearts. And His Majesty the Emperor’s words clearly broke everyone’s back. The Emperor still had his eyes tightly closed as he spoke indifferently, ”You all don’t know why he must find the temple, but I know that he wants to find Lao Wu to come back and kill me. For such a heartless son, do I still have to have any pity for him?”

Yes, with the way things had developed to this point, Emperor Qing had shown rare magnanimity by not beating all of these people related to Fan Xian into the dust, but of course, to a greater extent, it was because of the agreement between him and Fan Xian, who after all, didn’t know if Fan Xian was actually dead at this point in time or not.

Although since ancient times, it seems that no one has ever been able to find the temple on their own, let alone to rescue people from the temple, but the emperor still can’t rest assured, because he knows that there was a woman who had done it once before, so he and that woman’s son, will bring the world a big surprise again?

If Lao Wu really came back with Fan Xian, what will happen to me? What will happen to the world? The emperor suddenly opened his eyes, a cold aura in his eyes, and said, “Pass Ye Chong into the palace.”