The wind and snow ceased.

Hearing that plain voice, Fan Xian's pupils constricted, and he looked warily at the wooden door that seemed like a heavenly book, not knowing what kind of monster would emerge from within.

However, after a long, long time, the temple deep in the snowy mountains remained quiet. The voice inside the temple, after answering Fan Xian's subconscious angry question, seemed to have fallen into a complex process of thought, into silence.

Immediately afterward, the extraordinarily large door in front of the temple quietly opened a crack. When such a heavy door opened, it did not make a single sound, which was somewhat chilling. The temple door opened at a fifteen-degree angle, obscuring the view inside. However, the silent opening of the door seemed to herald some kind of invitation from the person inside the temple.

Fan Xian's heart pounded in that moment, then he forcibly calmed it down. He narrowed his eyes, looking at the shadow of the temple door, his face devoid of expression. Unexpectedly, he slowly sat down, right on the shallow snow on the stone platform.

He thought that, just like decades ago in that distant past, when Master Ku He was about to open the temple door, a dark shadow would dart out like lightning, giving himself and his companions the most powerful blow. However, the temple door opened, but there was no movement at all. Could it be... that the person inside the temple also felt lonely, felt isolated, felt cold? So the person in the temple was eager to see himself and his companions arrive?

Treasure mountain ahead, hell ahead, heaven ahead, a scene of flourishing flowers and snow ahead, only a short distance away, yet Fan Xian sat down, a faint, astringent smile on his lips, closing his eyes and constantly meditating.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang did not understand the conversation between the voice in the temple and Fan Xian. After all, there were no museums in this world, and they did not understand why Fan Xian was sitting in front of the temple door at this moment. They stared blankly at the open door of the temple and walked nervously to Fan Xian's side, taking out their weapons to protect him.

Haitang's weapon was still the soft sword at her waist, but Wang Shisanlang found a wooden stick from somewhere, like a hunter, his eyes sharply staring at the temple door that had been opened a crack.

The three people on the snowy ground silently guarded the temple door.

The primordial energy between heaven and earth all around was extremely dense. Fan Xian keenly noticed this, which was why he sat down with his eyes closed. Before entering the temple, he had to at least ensure that he could move freely. If he had to run away frantically later, he would at least not be a burden to Haitang and Shisanlang. Since the temple was ahead and the temple door was open, they had waited tens of thousands of years, what was the rush at this moment?

He didn't know how long passed before Fan Xian slowly opened his eyes. His body's thirty-six thousand pores greedily absorbed enough primordial energy to repair many of the wounds in his meridians. The true energy accumulated in the snowy mountain behind his waist could finally be tried to flow slowly. His spirit was much better, and he was prepared to enter the temple.

Fan Xian's eyes fell on the temple entrance. Shisanlang was also nervously staring there at this time. They heard two crisp chirps, and a lovely little bird walked out of the temple door, chirping at the three nervous people outside.

This bird was entirely emerald green, very beautiful, and exuded a sense of purity. The three people outside the temple were stunned by the arrival of this bird. They had not expected that what came to greet the guests was not some demon or celestial general, but just a bird.

A green bird diligently sought out those who would explore.

"Let's go," Haitang looked at the beautiful green bird, a tremor in her heart. She subconsciously said a word and helped Fan Xian up from the snow.

Fan Xian's spirit was much better at this time. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Enter."

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One temple, one world; behind the door was naturally another world. However, contrary to what people imagined, the world behind the temple gate was not a fairyland, and contrary to what Haitang imagined, the green bird chirped once and flew away, and no more lovely creatures came to welcome the weary travelers.

Inside the temple was still a square, a very large square. Around the square were some huge buildings. Although these buildings were tall, they were all blocked by the black stone walls outside. The people under the snowy mountain would definitely not be able to see them.

The materials and architectural style, and even the height and breadth of these buildings, were not something that the world people lived in could achieve. On the walls on both sides of the road, there were some traces of murals that had decayed to the extreme. Faintly, one could still see a trace of lines and some very dim colors.

Fan Xian and his companions walked on the path within the temple. Looking up, it was a snowy sky; looking down, it was a snowy ground. They only felt that everything between heaven and earth was still so quiet, and the mythological scenes and landscapes around them did not seem to be real.

The three of them were like three small black dots, walking silently on the path. The voice in the temple never sounded again. It seemed that the person in the temple did not care where they came from, nor did they bother to guide them where to go.

So Fan Xian and his companions just walked silently and casually on the path inside the temple, their eyes calmly observing the eaves and corners of the buildings and the giant stone platforms that flashed past around them. Seemingly ordinary and casual, in fact, a storm had long been brewing in their hearts. After all, this was the interior of the temple. Perhaps no one in this world had ever entered it. The land of legends and myths finally appeared before their eyes. What complex emotions were Haitang Duoduo and Wang Shisanlang suppressing under their calm exteriors?

Back then, Ku He and Xiao En had only met that dark shadow and that little fairy outside the temple gate, but Fan Xian and his companions had actually entered the temple.

Fan Xian was calmer because he had vaguely guessed the origin of the temple from the answers of the voice in the temple. His eyes lingered on the remaining murals on both sides of the path. The paint on the paintings had peeled off severely, and it was impossible to see clearly the specific content depicted on them. The secrets of history seemed to be hidden in these paintings, but Fan Xian easily discovered familiar traces from the remaining lines.

Just as the architectural style of the temple influenced the black Qing Imperial Palace in Shangjing City, the style of the murals in the temple and even the lacquer paintings in Qing Temple and Shi Yi Ju seemed to be of the same vein. It seemed that the temple had stood in the world for who knows how many thousands of years. Although it did not enter the world, it had always had a subtle influence on the world.

The wind and snow inside the temple were much smaller than outside the wall. At this time, the wind and snow had long stopped, and the path above was only covered with a thin layer of powder snow. The footprints of Fan Xian and his companions were clearly printed on it, turning into a lonely line that led straight into the depths of the temple.

All they saw along the way were some dilapidated and crumbling buildings, and a desolate wilderness without human habitation. This place was not a fairyland, not a divine realm, just a dilapidated place as the old emperor and Wu Zhu had said.

Fan Xian withdrew his gaze from looking back at his footprints in the snow, pondered slightly, and continued to lead Haitang and Wang Shisanlang forward. Since entering the snowfield, he had become the leader of the three. Although his injuries had not recovered and his illness had recurred, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang vaguely realized that Fan Xian knew more about certain things than most people in the world.

The small, nimble, and beautiful green bird in front was still chirping, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing, leading the three young powerhouses who had come to worship the temple, stepping on the thin snow, accompanied by loneliness and silence.

After roughly confirming the range of the architectural complex inside the temple, which was a flat square, the three of them had unknowingly walked to the very center of the temple.

In the very center of the temple was a platform. Behind the platform was the most well-preserved building. Although many scars left by time could still be seen on the outside of the building, and the gradually weathered corners of the stone blocks witnessed the ruthlessness of heaven and earth, this building had never collapsed after all.

Having walked all the way here, they had not seen a single person, not a single messenger of the legendary temple. Only the green bird was flying, and at this time, it landed on the stone platform covered with thin snow.

Fan Xian frowned slightly, discovering that the green bird did not leave any footprints on the thin snow, and the absence of the temple messenger, the silence of that voice, confirmed another fact.

Perhaps it was a kind of premonition in the dark, Fan Xian and his companions stopped in front of this stone platform, looking at the green bird on the snow platform, silent, as if waiting to see it turn into a flower, or bring back a flower.

They didn't know how long they waited. The depressing and quiet environment inside the temple never changed in the slightest, and Fan Xian's movements didn't change in the slightest. His body was slightly hunched, but his heart was trembling slightly. The traces of those buildings they had passed along the way actually made him somewhat nervous because he vaguely felt that those buildings were the ruins of a civilization left countless years ago, and perhaps there was some connection between them and his previous world.

"There is no danger in the temple. Those temple messengers should all be dead." Fan Xian's hoarse voice suddenly broke the silence that had been maintained inside the temple for countless years. The green bird on the snow platform turned its head and looked at him.

Fan Xian's sudden speech startled Haitang and Wang Shisanlang beside him. Since entering the temple, Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's emotions had been shocked by these unprecedented and unheard-of huge building ruins and that small green bird that seemed to be psychic, and they had long lost the calm judgment they had in the world, and were somewhat at a loss.

"All dead?" Haitang and Wang Shisanlang purely repeated Fan Xian's words subconsciously, but they could not agree with his judgment at all. There was no danger in the temple? A misty and illusory place that only existed in myths and legends suddenly appeared before their eyes. Who could be as tough as Fan Xian and say this judgment?

Haitang looked at the green bird on the snow platform, her face slightly pale, and said in a trembling voice, "Even if it is a dilapidated fairyland, it is still a fairyland. There is a different path for heavenly beings and mortals, and we must have a heart of awe."

The innocent children of Tian Yi Dao had a deep-rooted worship of the temple. None of the disciples and grandchildren of the Qingshan lineage had ever inherited the strongest spirit of Master Ku He. Everyone, including Haitang, would subconsciously perceive themselves as much weaker when facing the temple and entering the temple.

"What's there to be in awe of?" Fan Xian didn't say these words, but thought fiercely in his heart. Wu Zhu had said that there were only a few people left at home. One died in the alley outside the manor, and one died when his mother died. Seeing that he had entered this place safely today, and the temple still had no messenger appear, he could be sure that this broken temple was just a wasteland.

The temple was not a fairyland, just ruins. After confirming this fact, there was no longer any fear in Fan Xian's heart. He narrowed his eyes, looked at the green bird on the snow platform, and suddenly said, "It seems...the messenger is dead, the immortals of the temple have long left, leaving only this fairy bird. Let's just wander around and go back."

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang turned their heads to look at Fan Xian in disbelief. Their minds were somewhat disturbed at this time, and they didn't even hear the lie in Fan Xian's words. Of course, this was also because the faint disappointment and sadness that could not be erased from Fan Xian's pale face were acted out too cleverly.

"Bullsh..." Haitang was about to say that if the temple was really desolate and dilapidated to this extent, if there really was no supreme existence beyond the six realms, why not try to find Wu Zhu's whereabouts, and return without success? Wang Shisanlang's muscles were tense at this time, and he didn't know how to face this empty and desolate temple. He had gone through so many hardships to cross the snowfield and reach this place, how could he be willing to retreat like this?

Fan Xian coughed urgently, stopping Haitang's questioning, and just stared at the green bird on the snow platform. Everything in the world needed a reason. Since the temple was just a remnant of civilization, a museum, then the voice in the temple must have a reason for inviting himself and his companions into the temple, something he needed to do.

The development of events was indeed as Fan Xian expected. The green bird on the snow platform suddenly chirped twice, flapped its wings and flew towards the hazy sky, but it only flew up to a height of about ten zhang before it suddenly turned into countless points of light and dissipated into the air!

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang's bodies shook, and they approached Fan Xian at the fastest speed, protecting his entire body, extremely frightened that the changes that appeared in the temple would kill Fan Xian, the most vulnerable person.

But Fan Xian was not afraid at all. He just narrowed his eyes and coldly looked at the points of light slowly falling in the air. Those points of light fell to the halfway point above the snow platform and began to condense together, like countless fireflies in the summer night sky, arranged into some shape for some mysterious reason...

The points of light gradually brightened, gradually dimmed, revealing a gradually clearer figure in the air. The lines became clearer and clearer, and he could see the flowing clouds and robes at the cuffs, the black and gold jade belt around his waist, and the upturned-toe luxurious shoes on his feet.

An old man in ancient robes and wide sleeves appeared in mid-air in this way. It was impossible to see his face, but it was possible to clearly see his existence. His feet were not standing on the snow platform, but floating in the air like this. His person was clearly here, but Haitang and Wang Shisanlang could not feel the slightest breathing, heartbeat, or even the feeling of existence!

Standing in the air, as if wanting to go with the wind, the wide sleeves fluttered gently above the snow platform, and a faint blue light enveloped the old man's entire body!

This scene shocked the hearts of the three people in front of the snow platform. To be able to dance in the air, to be able to emit golden light, what level of cultivation was this? No, this was not cultivation, this was clearly immortality! Besides the immortals in the temple, who else could appear before the world in such a way that made people want to worship them?

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang stared with dazed eyes at the scene in front of them that they could not understand no matter what. They naturally associated this existence transformed by the green bird with the legendary immortals of the temple. Their bodies trembled uncontrollably, and they naturally bowed down, sincerely bowing down to the snow.

Fan Xian also bowed down, his knees sinking into the thin soft snow, his body began to tremble, like a worldly person who had fallen into excitement and could not extricate himself.

No one could explain the picture in front of them. Even Fan Xian's civilization in his previous life could not create such a magical phenomenon. The immortal on the snow platform, glowing with light, standing in the air, seemed so real, just like an immortal.

However, most of Fan Xian's excitement and fear were still feigned. He forced himself to calm down, and his brain was spinning rapidly, analyzing the immortal who had appeared before him. If this temple was a museum, and as the person in the temple said, it was still a military museum, then how could there be immortals?

Since he was not an immortal, what could he be? Fan Xian, who had lived two lives, had never squeezed his brain cells like he did today. His head was slightly lowered, thinking desperately, could it be...a holographic image that he had heard of in his previous life?

Fan Xian did not throw a handful of snow at him to see if it would pass through the immortal's body, but once he had a calculation in his heart, his fear naturally decreased a lot. Like Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, he knelt sincerely in front of the snow platform.

"Haitang of Tian Yi Dao from Northern Qi, greets the immortal," Haitang Duoduo believed that the immortal of the temple must know the Qingshan lineage, Tian Yi Dao, which aimed to worship the temple and spread the benevolent thoughts of the temple, said in a trembling voice.

"Wang Shisanlang of Jian Lu from Dongyi City." Wang Shisanlang's voice was a little strange, probably because this heroic young man was finally made a little unclear by this spiritual impact today.

"Fan Xian of Southern Qing." Fan Xian did not hide his real name. The last temple messenger who descended to the world died at the hands of Wu Zhu because of the Emperor's cruel methods. Presumably, the temple did not know the relationship between himself and Ye Qingmei.

He was now just thinking about what the temple wanted to do by opening its doors to the three of them. If the temple had impersonated immortals in the myths and legends of this world for countless years, then it would probably continue to play that role today. To pretend to be an immortal, it would naturally have to be pretentious to the extreme, and put on enough airs to scare people like Haitang and Wang Shisanlang. If his group did not speak first, he was afraid that the temple would not react at all.

"The three of us came from the south..." Fan Xian said in a hoarse voice, recounting the hardships on the snowfield to prove the determination of the three and their worship and yearning for the temple. Haitang and Wang Shisanlang finally woke up at this time and knew that Fan Xian was telling lies. They were shocked and thought that immortals could discern loyalty and treachery with a single thought. It was too bold of Fan Xian to tell lies in front of the immortals.

"You are creatures of the world, citizens whom the great temple pities and watches over. The icy snow road proves your determination. Any doubts require the guidance of light, and light is before you."

The immortal transformed from the green bird finally spoke. There was not a trace of emotional fluctuation in his voice, but it was very strange. It was not cold, but rather had a feeling of warmth and kindness.

The immortal's voice echoed in the empty and silent temple, buzzing, and it was unknown whether the voice came from the immortal's lips or from all directions in the world.

This miraculous manifestation of this sentence made Haitang and Wang Shisanlang once again affirm that the other party was an immortal. However, Fan Xian sneered in his heart, thinking that it was just an upgraded version of a megaphone.

Light was ahead, and guidance was needed? The people of the world were mostly miserable. If there were any doubts, they could ask the immortals in the temple for help. So Fan Xian naturally opened his mouth.

"Supreme immortal, we want to know... who we are, where we come from, and where we are going."

They came from the south, had arrived at the temple, where would they go? Who knew? The green bird led them to the stone platform, but could not tell them this philosophically awkward question. After hearing Fan Xian's three questions, the immortal fell silent, and the robes that floated in the cold air instantly became stiff, without a trace of trembling.

Haitang and Wang Shisanlang did not understand why Fan Xian asked these three questions, and Fan Xian had slowly stood up at this time, his eyes unusually calm, unusually indifferent, looking at the immortal who had fallen into silence. Through the observation of details, he finally confirmed his judgment.

"You are who you are, you come from where you come from, and you go where you go."

The immortal's robes fluttered, and the voice was still so warm, and the words answered were so mysterious. This answer was very pleasant to the ears of Haitang and Wang Shisanlang, and it would probably sound extraordinarily beautiful to anyone's ears.

However, what Fan Xian wanted was the other party's answer. He calmly looked directly at the luminous figure floating in the air, and thought to himself that it took so long to search the database, it seemed that the temple's energy was really running out.

Obviously, the immortal was not angry at all about Fan Xian's standing up and impolitely looking directly at him. In the midst of the light, he looked at Fan Xian gently.

"That is not the answer I want," Fan Xian said.

"The answer is just an answer. Whether it is needed or not is just a matter of the heart." The temple immortal's answer was still full of such charlatan air.

Fan Xian was silent for a moment and said, "I want to know the past of the temple."

The immortal was silent again, and the light that enveloped his robes dimmed a lot in an instant. Fan Xian stared at this light without blinking his eyes, and silently begged in his heart, if you are really a holographic image, if you are really just the guide of this museum, fulfill your own mission and tell this history that has been buried.

If someone could really enter the legendary temple, they might want alchemy, or the art of immortality, or those magical and unparalleled supreme martial arts, but Fan Xian was different. What he wanted to know most was the history of the temple. Outside the temple gate, he once blurted out the word "museum," but it was obvious that the person in this temple did not guess that Fan Xian had a soul within him that was faintly connected to him because of those three words.

The immortal's robes remained stiff for a long, long time, and the light dimmed a lot, perhaps the humanoid thoughts flying in the points of light were weighing some kind of permission.

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(Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, it may still be chaotic for three or four days, I'm really sorry...)