Chapter 150 – The Fields Will Be Overgrown and Hu Will Not Return (Up)

Smash the temple!

Hearing these words uttered by Wang Thirteen Lang in a trembling voice, Fan Xian, who was crouched on the back of the five bamboos, couldn’t help but shiver coldly, and he looked at his two companions who were not far away in front of him and couldn’t say anything.

He knew that Thirteen Lang was telling the truth, because Haitang and Thirteen Lang’s pale faces and unusually complicated eyes revealed everything–there really weren’t many things in the world that could make both of these two frightened into such a quail-like state.

Fan Xian coughed violently twice, unable to make a sound, only feeling that his scalp was a little numb, and one by one, his hair was sticking to his skull like needles, a burst of unquenchable pain and trepidation.

Naturally, he was not afraid that after the temple was smashed, that old man who was made of light would immediately use weapons of mass destruction to kill himself – it was just a broken temple with a docent, so he was afraid of smashing it. What he was worried about was the man in front of him, and he was worried that when Wuzhu heard the news that the temple had been smashed, he would remember his duty as a temple guard.

However, Fan Xian instantly changed his mind, when the temple was smashed, Uncle Wuzhu must have known about the movement inside, but he had not moved earlier, so he did not have to move at this time, right? He was making extravagant hopes in his heart, because he was now physically and mentally fragile to the extreme, no longer able to respond harshly, he spent a whole day and night, and in the end, with his life, he was able to shake the ice-cold heart under the black cloth, and persuade Wuzhu to leave with him, if there were any more trouble at this time, he was afraid that he would want to die!

Fan Xian of course will not blame Haitang and Wang Thirteen Lang, he knows that the two partners are watching themselves die, can not bear to see, so they will make such an unusually bold move, and perhaps it is because the temple was smashed, Uncle Wuzhu less of a spiritual shackles, and will be from the statue into a living person?

Once he thought about this, he was even more grateful to Haitang and Wang XIII Lang, because he knew clearly that these two were not himself, possessing the knowledge and insight of his previous life, and in their hearts, especially in Haitang’s heart, who had her life-long thought of serving the temple, she even went and smashed the temple at this moment for her own sake!

Several thoughts swept through Fan Xian’s mind like hyun light, and he nervously watched Uncle Five Bamboo’s thin, steady shoulders in front of him.

Five Bamboo did not move.

When Fan Xian coughed up blood in an attempt to awaken Five Bamboo, Haitang and Wang XIII Lang drifted in through the door of the temple that was open a crack, and at that time, Fan Xian’s full concentration was on the Five Bamboo in front of him, and he didn’t even pay attention to it, and Five Bamboo seemed to be paying no attention to it because of some kind of emotional ups and downs.

So Hai Tang and Wang Thirteen Lang went in and smashed it, and came out afterward, like the very thugs who had copied and destroyed the house, except that at the moment their bodies were still shaking, and the pallor on their faces had not improved in the slightest, for how could they have not imagined that in this life, they would not only be able to come to worship the temple, but also to smash the temple’s contents into a mess?

In the eyes of the world, the status of the temple of the gods was so lofty, so vain and ethereal, and they had also seen with their own eyes the other day, that immortal floating in mid-air, they were not like Fan Xian, who dared to show great disrespect to that kind of existence which was completely beyond human imagination, and they had even less hope that they would be able to defeat the immortal!

So when they entered the temple, they had originally held the belief of certain death, they only wanted to disrupt the divine thoughts of the temple Immortal, so that Fan Xian could find a chance to be able to save that blind master. But who knew …… that they would just smash the temple so easily!

That immortal condensed in the air, Haitang and Wang Thirteen Lang when they are blind, simply do not see, because they do not dare to see, the immortal’s voice ringing in the ears, they when they are deaf, simply do not listen, because they do not dare to listen, so trembling, thinking that they must die, went in to smash a pass indiscriminately, and as a result,…… that immortal disappeared like that.

The world’s most marvelous, the most incredible things than this, so that Haitang and thirteen Lang at the moment trembling standing outside the temple door, still somewhat unable to believe the previous experience in the temple.

Uncle Wuzhu did not move, Fan Xian relaxed his mood a little, foolishly looking at the two demented partners in front of him, thinking to himself that this world is really a little unclear, and a moment later he moistened his throat with saliva, feeling that he could speak, before he said hoarsely, “You guys are really strong.”

The desolate snowy plains drifted with cold snow, the sky was gray and couldn’t tell if it was day or night, only the endless wind and snow rolled and traveled between the ice plains and snowy hills, obscuring most of the light, a dead silence, occasionally a few barks that weren’t very loud came out, waking up the silence of this extreme northern snowy plain for thousands and thousands of years.

Several sledges are braving the wind and snow difficult to walk toward the south, the foremost sledges stood a young man holding a wooden stick, facing the wind and snow, squinting eyes watching the direction. The second sled was arranged extraordinarily tightly, the front set up to block the wind and snow snow curtains, on the sled a pale young man is half lying in the arms of a girl family, just that the girl is covered with a leather jacket, and can not see how the figure.

At the back of the sled team, a young man in cloth, with a black cloth over his eyes, was not far behind, the sled was not walking slowly under the pull of the snow dogs, however, this young man blindly and steadily stepped, seemingly not fast, but in fact not being pulled down by the slightest bit.

Fan Xian gently turned his neck and glanced back at the back of the group, at Uncle Wuzhu who was walking step by step in the snow and ice, a faint sadness and disappointment grew in his eyes, however, he did not say anything and closed his eyes again, beginning to heal the injuries in his body by virtue of the overflowing yuan qi between the wind and snow of heaven and earth.

Dozens of snow dogs have already died in this difficult journey, only eleven left, led by Ah Da and Ah Er, these snow dogs probably have never been to such a cold place in the north in their lives, animal instincts make them a little frightened, that’s why they still can’t stop barking at the gray sky even under Wang Thirteen Lang’s suppression, it’s a good thing that this road is the second time to go, or else I really wonder if these dogs will be killed by the ten thousand snow dogs, they will not be able to stop barking. Would these snow dogs be so frightened by the ice and snow that never melted for ages and the heaven and earth that didn’t have an ounce of liveliness that they didn’t dare to move.

After descending from the snowy mountain, Wu Zhu remained cold and silent, just following Fan Xian’s group from afar without opening his mouth to say a word, he still did not remember anything, or should I say, he did not know anything, he was just a cold shell, but because of that starry light in his soul, he descended from the snowy mountain, left the temple, and began to walk southward along with the sledding procession- -if the Five Bamboos at this time had a soul.

So Fan Xian was sadly disappointed, he didn’t know how long this situation was going to last, he didn’t know if Uncle Wuzhu would wake up, and if he really couldn’t wake up, this Wuzhu would still not be the same as the other Wuzhu.

A piece of snowflake in the air by the strong wind, along a strange curve drifted to the sled, covered Fan Xian’s eyes above, Haitang slightly stunned, is ready to use the finger to brush this piece of snowflake away, unexpectedly Fan Xian opened his eyes, looked at her slightly smiled.

Smile gentle with a hint of indescribable flavor, Haitang avoided the gaze, to see the front standing in the snow Wang XIII Lang, but the face faintly red a little, from the two of them met in the beginning, to today has been a few years, she has always been very little in front of Fan Xian to show this kind of little girl attitude, just this time deep into the extreme north snow plains, on the temple, I do not know experienced the world of secular people several lifetimes also have never experienced things! Hai Tang Duoduo’s heart has long since changed from what it was at the beginning.

Fan Xian saw that she avoided his gaze, his smile did not fade, but his heart felt warm. The matter of the temple being smashed had instead had the greatest impact on his mood, because he was clear that Haitang and Wang XIII Lang had gone there with the heart of certain death at that time, and the most crucial thing was that these two people had to repress their hearts’ innate admiration and fear for the temple, and this kind of friendship was not often seen in the world.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze traveled through the wind and snow, landing on that large snow mountain in the extreme distance behind him. According to theory, that large snow mountain should have been long out of sight, but he always felt that the snow mountain was there, and the temple was there.

The day before yesterday in the snowy mountains, Fan Xian finally entered the temple again, but also saw some of the temple in disarray, the mood is exceptionally complex, but also some faint sadness and pity of the idea, after all, that is their own that world’s last remnants of the, if it is really so destroyed in their own hands ……

Fortunately, not out of Fan Xian’s expectation, those points of light again condensed, the tone of the gentle but emotionless temple old man appeared again, perhaps the temple has judged that the temple’s first messenger is also the last messenger has been out of control, and so did not say anything to remove the target of the nonsense again.

Even Fan Xian hadn’t found out where the temple, or the center of the last military blog, was, and Haidang and Wang XIII Lang had probably only destroyed some of the ancillary facilities.

In the middle of the temple, Fan Xian and that old man had a final conversation, as for what was talked about, only Fan Xian himself knew, after this conversation, Fan Xian resolutely left the temple, leaving that old man alone in the snowy mountains.

I’ll leave you for a lifetime, and when the temple itself is ready, I’ll die of loneliness!

This is Fan Xian’s revenge on the temple, because he believes that in that kind of freezing weather, in the case of no material support, the temple can not make any demon ezi, if it really has this ability, will not watch the temple messenger one by one to die, and there is no way at all.

Besides, there were still the Five Bamboos in the world.

Fan Xian smiled faintly, looking at the blind uncle at the back of the team who was treading snow, his mood was unusually complicated, Uncle Wuzhu was rescued, but once he returned south, what would he face? At this time, he has long been fearless, but just some emotional sentimentality.