"Who has evidence to prove that the Temple really exists?" Fan Xian still retained the empirical spirit of a modern person.

Fei Jie said proudly, "Grandmaster Ku He, one of the Four Grandmasters, only received the Temple's favor once and became the peerless powerhouse on the continent. Isn't that enough proof?"

"Maybe Ku He took a lot of stimulants and then used the Temple as an excuse." Fan Xian pouted.

"Bah, although I'm also jealous of Ku He's bald head's luck, I admire his decades of devotion to the gods. How could he use the Temple as an excuse… Also, what are stimulants?"

"It's a kind of powerful medicine, similar to elixir or something… He must have overdone it, otherwise why would his hair fall out?"

Fan Xian joked with his teacher, smiling.

Fei Jie was too lazy to pay attention to him: "The Temple, like the Heavenly Vein, exists only in ancient texts. The most important part of the royal family sacrifices of all countries is the sacrifice to the Temple. However, the Temple is unwilling to disturb worldly affairs and never enters the world. Therefore, the sacrifice is only held at the Temple of Heaven three miles outside the imperial palace. The Temples of Heaven in Qing Yu Nian and Northern Qi both have high priests of the Temple, but they never interfere with politics or state affairs. Only some ascetics are said to be remnants of the Temple in the world, walking in the mortal world to hone their bodies and minds."

Fan Xian smiled on his face, but in his heart, he wondered what kind of existence the Temple was. If it was a religion, why wasn't there anything like a church in this world? Without these lower-level institutions, this religion could not control power. Without power, there would be no benefits. Without benefits… then any organization would have no reason to exist.

Therefore, he did not believe that the Temple was really just a transcendent existence detached from the world, as Teacher Fei said.

However, in his heart, he also thought that if there really was such a place of miracles as a belief, and it did not interfere with human life, it would seem pretty good.

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"Alright, Teacher, you've been chatting for a long time. You haven't said what's going on with the true energy in my body."

Seeing the elementary school student rarely acting like a child, Fei Jie carefully took his pulse, and then solemnly said, "I said just now that the true energy in your body is very domineering, so domineering that although you have only practiced for such a short time, the amount of true energy in your Dantian and meridians far exceeds what your current age and body can accommodate."

"Is it that serious?" Fan Xian frowned.

"Not sure yet."

"Then you're scaring me in advance."

"I'm not scaring you. It's just that you're like a leather bag for wine. The bag is only so big, but the wine inside is getting more and more. If you continue to practice, I'm worried that this leather bag will be burst."

Fan Xian had been practicing these days. Besides often feeling a burning pain in his waist, he didn't have any strange feelings. So when he heard his teacher say this, he couldn't help but be unwilling to believe it, shaking his head and said, "Teacher is scolding me for being a good-for-nothing. I understand that."

"Try to run the true energy in your body according to the usual exercises." Fei Jie frowned slightly.

Fan Xian closed his eyes and returned to his heart, naturally entering a state of cultivation. The warm ball of air in his lower abdomen began to gradually enlarge, slowly spreading towards his limbs along the meridians of his body.

Fei Jie closed his eyes, his fingertips resting on the little guy's wrist, carefully evaluating. After a while, he suddenly frowned and said, "Don't deliberately hold back. You're just a five-year-old child. Even if this true energy is too domineering, it can't hurt me. It's just that your body is weak now and can't bear it."

"Okay." Fan Xian had indeed been controlling the intensity of the true energy in his body, slowly releasing it from his Dantian. But now, listening to his teacher, he thought it was right. His little true energy naturally couldn't hurt this old poisonous creature. If he released too little true energy, it would be difficult for his teacher to detect the real symptoms.

Thinking like this, he closed his eyes, and the nameless True Energy Art slowly sounded in his mind: "If the Hua Pool is not destroyed, then lead the Heavenly Spring to irrigate your body…"

As the thought arose, the true energy in his body seemed to have received an order, jumping and happily running out of his Dantian, following his meridians from his abdomen to his back, and rushing straight to his wrist along a very strange path.

A muffled sound rang out in the study!

Fei Jie suddenly opened his eyes, only to feel that the fingers he had placed on the child's wrist were flicked by a strong true energy. He was unprepared and was knocked against the wall, crashing with a muffled sound. There was a burning sensation between his fingers, and his chest ached, and he spat out blood with a "poof"!

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On the other side, Fan Xian also felt a burst of suffocation in his chest. He raised his head and discovered Fei Jie's miserable state. In surprise, he quickly ran forward and helped his teacher up.

Fei Jie waved his hand, indicating that he was fine. He got up from the ground himself, touched the bloodstains on his lips, and now looked at the little guy with strange eyes, and a few unclear and inexplicable flavors.

He muttered to himself: "This is only five years old… How can this true energy be so domineering? If you continue to practice, won't you be burst alive by the true energy in your body in the future."

Hearing his teacher swearing, Fan Xian was stunned. He didn't expect that Teacher Fei was shocked to cough up blood by the true energy in his wrist that suddenly became disobedient. But after Fei Jie was injured, the first thing he thought of was not his own injury, but to care about the student's future safety - thinking of this, even Fan Xian, who had been hiding in the shell of a child and sometimes deliberately closing off his emotions, felt a burst of emotion in his heart.

The wooden door opened without wind, and a black shadow swept in like a black ghost.

Fan Xian was very familiar with this person's scent, so he didn't pay much attention, just supporting Teacher Fei.

"Two idiots."

Even at this time, the blind Wu Zhu was still in such a cold tone. He pushed Fan Xian away with one hand, put his finger on the little guy's neck, paused slightly, and said coldly, "You are not injured, just seeing Fei Jie spit blood, you are too flustered."

Then he "looked" at Fei Jie again and said coldly: "Fei Jie, you taught him to use poison, I trust your level, but Miss said back then that your martial arts realm is the weakest among the eight major divisions in Kyoto. Since it is something I left for the young master, you better not say anything more on the side."

Fei Jie seemed to be just an inconspicuous and somewhat wretched teacher in Danzhou City, but in Kyoto, he was a very powerful figure. Now that he was injured, although it was because he was a little careless, he felt ashamed after being said by Wu Zhu. In addition, he was worried that Fan Xian was only five years old and had begun to practice such domineering exercises, so his face gradually turned black.