Joy of Life

~ Date: ~09月20日~

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The snow stopped.

Hearing the dull voice, Fan Xian doubled and tightened, looking at the wooden door in front of him as if he was in front of him, I don’t know what kind of monster will come out inside.

However, after a long time, the temple in the depths of the snow-capped mountains was still quiet. The voice in the temple, after answering the question of Fan Xia’s subconscious anger, seemed to have fallen into some complicated thinking process and fell silent.

Then, the big door in front of the temple quietly opened a seam. When such a heavy door opened, there was no sound, which made people shudder. The temple door opened at a fifteen-degree angle, and the inside scenery could not be seen on the front. However, this silent opening seemed to indicate some kind of invitation from the people in the temple.

Fan’s heart jumped up at this moment, and then forced to calm down. He stared at the shadow of the temple door with his eyes open. He had no expression on his face, but unexpectedly sat down. I was sitting on the shallow white snow on the stone platform.

He thought that just like the distant past of decades, when the master of the hardships was about to open the temple door, there would be a black shadow in the lightning, giving them the strongest blows, but the temple door opened. But there is no movement, can you say that the person in the temple will feel lonely, feel lonely, feel cold? So people in the temple are eager to see the arrival of these people?

Baoshan was in front, **** was in front, paradise was in front, the flowers and snow were in front, only the ruler, the partiality of the leisure was sitting down, the lips were hung with a slight smile, closed their eyes and began to meditate constantly.

Haishu and Wang Shilang did not understand the dialogue between the voice and the fan in the temple. After all, there is no museum in this world. They did not understand why Fan Xiu sat down in front of the temple at the moment. They looked at the temple and opened the door, nervously walked to the side of Fan Xian, and took out the weapons around him. Start to protect him for the law.

Haishu’s weapon is still the soft sword on her waist. Wang Sanlang does not know where to find a stick, just like a hunter, his eyes are sharply staring at the opening of a small temple door.

The three people on the snow were silently in front of the temple.

The energy around the world is extremely strong. Fan Xian was keenly aware of this. So he would sit down with his eyes closed. Before entering the temple. At the very least, he must ensure that he can act without hindrance. If he wants to run wild and flee, he will at least not drag on Haitang and Shisanlang. Since the temple is in front. The temple door has been opened, and these have been waiting for tens of thousands of years. Why are you in a hurry?

I don't know how long it took, Fan leisure slowly opened his eyes, and the body's 36,000 pores greedily absorbed enough heaven and earth to repair a lot of meridians and sores. The real element of the snow-covered mountain behind the waist can finally try to flow slowly.

His spirit is much better. I am ready to enter the temple.

Fan’s eyes fell on the doorstep of the temple. Thirteen Lang is also staring nervously at this time. I only heard two loud sounds. A small bird walked out of the temple door in a childish manner, and called two people nervous outside.

This bird is green and green. Very beautiful, revealing a clear feeling. The three people outside the temple watched the arrival of this bird. Not a glimpse, did not think that the temple to welcome guests is not a demon fairy, but just a bird.

The Jade Bird is attentive to see.

"Let's go." Haishu looked at the beautiful green bird. The heart trembled slightly. Say a word in the subconscious. Fan Fan was helped from the snow.

Fan Xian’s spirit at this time has been much better. After a moment of contemplation, he said: “Enter.”

............One temple and one world. Behind the door is naturally another world. However, unlike the world's imagination, the temple is behind the door. It is not a fairyland, but also different from the imagination of the sea otter. The blue bird flies away with a bang. There are no more lovely creatures coming to meet the hard-working travelers.

There is still a square inside the temple. A great square. There are some huge buildings scattered around the square, which are tall. However, they were blocked by the black stone wall outside, and people under the snow mountain could not see it.

The materials and architectural style of these buildings. Even the height and breadth are not the extent to which the world in which the world lives can reach. On the walls on both sides of the road, there are traces of murals that have been broken to the extreme. Vaguely, you can still see a trace of lines and some very faint colors.

Fan Xian three people walked on the inner passage of the temple, looking up is a snowy day, the head is a snow, only the silence between the heavens and the earth. The sights and landscapes of those myths around the body do not seem to be true.

The three of them were like three little black dots, walking silently on the passage. The voice in the temple never sounded again. It seems that people in the temple don't care where they come from, and they don't bother to guide them where they are going.

Therefore, Fan Xian three people just walked silently and casually on the passage in the temple. Their eyes calmly observed the corners of the building and the megalithic platform. It seemed to be normal and casual. In fact, their hearts had already set off a storm. After all, this is the interior of the temple. I am afraid that no one has ever come in this world. In the legend, the land of mythology finally appeared in front of the ground, the calmness of the sea otter blossoming and Wang Sanlang’s appearance. How complicated is the mood?

When the bitterness and Sean were only outside the door of the temple, they met the shadow and the little fairy, but Fan Xian was actually walking into the temple.

Fan should be calmer, because he has vaguely guessed the origin of the temple from the voice answer in the temple. His eyes are parked on the remaining murals on both sides of the passage, and the skin peeling off is so powerful that he can’t see the above. The specific content, historical secrets seem to be hidden in these paintings, but Fan Leisure easily found familiar traces from those remaining lines.

Just like the architectural style of the temple affects the Heiqing Palace in Shangjing City, the mural style in the temple and the style of the temple and even the stone paintings of the restaurants seem to be in the same line. It seems that the temple is in the world. For thousands of years, although it has not entered the WTO, it has always had a faint influence on the world.

The snow in the temple is much smaller than the wall. At this time, the snow stopped early. Only a thin layer of powder snow was placed on the channel, and the footprints of the three people were clearly printed on the channel, turning into a lonely line. Go straight into the depths of the temple.

All the way to see, just some of the ruin that will be ruined, and the desert is uninhabited. This place is not a fairyland. Not a **** domain. As the emperor Laozi and Wu Xiu Shu said. It’s just a run-down place.

Fan leisure took back the look of the snow footprints. Slightly sinking, continue to walk forward with Haitang and Wang Sanlang. After entering the snowfield, he became the leader of the three-person land. Although his injury has not recovered, his condition has arrived. However, Haishu and Wang Sanlang faintly aware that Fan Xian has more knowledge of certain aspects than most people in the world.

The little green bird in front of the beautiful green bird is still screaming, and it is hidden. Leading three young strongmen who came to worship the temple. Walking on the thin snow. With loneliness and silence.

The scope of the interior buildings of the temple was generally confirmed. It was a flat square, and the three had already walked to the center of the temple without knowing it.

There is a table in the center of the temple, and there is a well-preserved building in the rear of the table. Although there are still many scars left outside the building. Gradually weathered stones and corners witnessed the ruthlessness of the heavens and the earth, but the building did not collapse.

Go here all the time. Did not see a person. See a legendary temple messenger. Only the blue bird was flying, and it landed on a stone platform with a thin snow.

Fan Fei brows slightly wrinkled. The blue bird was found to be on thin snow.

Did not leave any footprints, and the temple messenger did not appear, the silence of that voice. Let him confirm another fact.

Perhaps it was a kind of induction in the darkness, Fan Fan three stopped in front of this stone platform, watching the green bird on the snow platform. Silent, it seems to see it become a flower, or a flower.

I don't know how long I have waited. A depressing and quiet environment within the temple. There has been no change at all, and there has been no change in the movements of Fan. His body was slightly squatting, but his heart was trembling slightly, and the traces of the buildings that the road passed through. In fact, he was very nervous, because he faintly felt that those buildings were related to the civilization remnants that existed many years ago, and perhaps to the world of their past lives.

"There is no danger in the temple. Those temple messengers should die." Fan’s hoarse voice suddenly broke the interior of the temple and kept quiet for countless years. The blue bird on the platform turned his head and looked at him. A glance.

Fan Xian suddenly spoke, and he was shocked by the sea otter and Wang Sanlang who was next to him. Since entering the temple, the emotions of Haishu and Wang Shilang have been unknowingly unknown. It was shocked by the little green bird that could be psychic. It was already lost in the world, and it was a bit stunned.

"Is it all dead?" Haishu and Wang Shilang are purely subconsciously retelling Fan Yu's words, but it is impossible to agree with his judgment. There is no danger in the temple? An imaginary only exists in the myths and legends, and suddenly appears in front of his own eyes. Who can say this judgment as hard as Fan Xian?

The sea otter looked at the green bird above the snow platform. His face was slightly white and whispered. "Even if it is a fallen fairyland, it can still be a fairyland. Heaven and man must have awe and awe."

The innocent children together, the worship of the temples is deeply rooted in the bones, and the disciples of the Qingshan Yizi have never inherited the most powerful spirit of the hard-working masters, including the sea otters, the world faces the temple. After entering the temple, there will be a lot of self-awareness in the subconscious.

"What is there to be awesome?" Fan said this sentence did not say anything, thinking in his heart, Wu Zhushu said that there are few people in the family, and one is dead in the alley outside the house. When the mother died, the temple also died. Seeing that it has been safely entered here today, there is still no messenger in the temple. It is certain that this temple is just a wasteland.

The temple is not a fairyland, but a ruin. It confirms this fact. Fan Xian’s heart has no fear. He squinted and looked at the blue bird on the platform. He suddenly said:

"It looks like... The messenger is dead, the immortal of the temple has left early, leaving only this fairy bird, just stroll around, let's go back."

Haishu and Wang Shilang unbelievably turned to look at Fan Xian. They had some restlessness at this time, but they did not hear the lie of Fan Xian. Of course, this is also because of the faint disappointment and sadness of Fan’s pale face. The performance is too brilliant.

"Oh..." Haitang is prepared to say that if the temple is really ridiculously broken to such an extent, if there is really no supreme existence beyond **. Why not try to find the whereabouts of the five bamboos.

But is it going to be like this? Wang Sanlang was nervous at this time. I don't know how to face this empty and desolate temple. I have experienced so much hardship. Only after passing through the snowfield, how can he be willing to return?

Fan has a quick cough twice. I stopped the question from the sea, just staring at the green bird above the snow platform - everything in the world needs reason. Since the temple is just a civilized site. A museum, then the voice in this big temple invites three of them into the temple. Naturally, there is something to do.

The development of the matter was as expected, and the green bird on the snow platform suddenly screamed twice. A fluttering wing flew toward the blind sky, but only flew about a height of about ten feet.

It turned into countless spots of light. Dissipated in the air!

Haishu and Wang Shilang have a shock. With the fastest speed, I was close to Fan. Protecting his whole body, he was very frightened by the changes in the temple, which would make Fan Xian, the most vulnerable person, die.

Fan Xian was not afraid at all. He just stared coldly at the light spots that slowly descended in the air. Those spots fell into the air above the snow and began to condense together. Just like the countless fireflies in the summer night sky. Because of some kind of magical reason. Arranged into a certain shape... The light spots are gradually brighter and gradually dim. A clear and clear figure in the air. The lines are getting clearer and clearer, and the flow of the sleeves at the corners of the sleeves is clearly seen, and the black gold jade belt at the waist is seen.

I saw the squatting heads under my feet.

An old man with an ancient robe and a wide sleeve appeared in the air in the air. He couldn’t see his face and no official. But he can clearly see his existence, he did not stand on the platform, and the volley floated like this. He is clearly here. However, Haishu and Wang Sanlang did not feel the slightest breath in their heartbeat, and even the feeling of existence did not exist!

Standing volley. Like to go with the wind, wide sleeves fluttering on the snow platform, faint light shrouded the old man's body!

Such a scene. Shocked the three hearts in front of Xuetai, can volley and dance, can put on the golden light, what level of repair? No, this is where the cultivation is, this is obviously a fairy! In addition to the immortals in the temple, who else can appear in front of the world in this way of worship?

Haishu and Wang Sanlang glared at the blank eyes and looked at the scene in front of this scene that they could not understand anyway. Naturally, the existence of this green bird was connected with the legendary temple fairy, and the body was not Trembling under control, naturally worshipped and sincerely bowed down to the snow.

Fan Xian also went on, and his knees fell into the thin soft snow, and the body began to tremble, like a world that was caught in the excitement and unable to extricate himself.

No one can explain the picture in front of him. Even if the civilization before Fan Xian’s birth, he could not create such a phenomenon of gods and gods. The immortal people on the snow platform with the exuberant radiance and volley are so real and true. Fairy.

However, the excitement and fear of Fan Xian still have a large disguise. He forced himself to calm down, his brain turned quickly, and analyzed the immortal who appeared in front of him. If this temple is a museum, as the people in the temple say is still a military museum, how can there be a god?

Since it is not a god, what would it be? Fan and I have been human beings. I have never squeezed my brain cells like today. His head is slightly low and he is thinking hard. Is it... a holographic image that he heard before?

Fan Xian did not throw a handful of snow to see if it would pass through the body of the immortal, but once the mind was settled, the fear naturally weakened a lot. He was like the sea otter and Wang Sanlang, sincere and sincere. The cellar is in front of the snow platform.

"The North Qitian together with the sea otter, I have seen the immortal." Haishu blossoming believes that the immortal temple must know the Qingshan vein, to worship the temple, to spread the temple of love and love for the purpose of the door, trembled and screamed.

"Dongyi City sword 庐王十三郎." Wang Sanlang's voice is a bit weird, probably this violent child Lang was finally shocked by this spirit today, and some of it is unclear.

"Nanqing Fan Xian." Fan Xian did not hide his real name, the last temple messenger came to the world, died in the hands of Wu Zhushu. That is because of the anti-drug means of the emperor Laozi, presumably the temple does not know the relationship between himself and Ye Xiaomei.

He is just thinking now that the temple has opened its doors to the three of them. What exactly do you want to do? If the temple pretends to be a **** for countless years in the myths and legends of this world, then it will continue to play today. If you want to pretend to be a god, you will naturally have to be at the extreme, and you will be scared down like a sea otter and a king. Thirteen Lang is such a person. If this pedestrian does not speak first, I am afraid that there will be no reaction in the temple.

"The three of me came from the south..." Fan whispered and whispered, telling the hardships on the snowfield to prove the determination of the three people and the desire to worship the temple, Haishu and Wang Shilang I finally woke up. I know that Fan is lying. I can't help but feel shocked, thinking of immortals. Knowing loyalty, I have to lie in front of the immortals. Fan Xian is too daring.

"You are the living beings of the world. The great temples have mercy on the people. The frosty road proves your determination and has any doubts. All need light guidance, and the light is in front of you."

The immortal, who was a young bird, finally spoke, and there was no emotional ups and downs in his voice. But it is wonderful. It's not cold, but it's a bit warm and amiable.

The voice of the immortal echoed in the empty and lonely temple. The creaking sound did not know that the sound was from the lips of the immortals, but from the four hundred and eight sides of the heavens and the earth.

The mysterious appearance of this sentence. Let Haishu and Wang Shilang once again firm the judgment of the other is a fairy. However, Fan Xian was sneer in his heart, but it was an upgraded version of the big bang.

The light is ahead. Need guidance? The world is bitter, and if there is any doubt, you can ask the immortals in the temple for help, so Fan Xian naturally speaks.

"The supreme immortal, we want to know... who we are, where we come from, where we will go."

They came from the south, they have already reached the temple, where will they go, who knows? Before the bluebirds led them to Shitai, they could not tell them about this philosophical question. After the immortal heard the three questions of Fan Xian, he suddenly became silent. In the cold air, the lichens suddenly became stiff and there was no tremor.

Haishu and Wang Shilang did not understand why Fan Xiu asked these three questions, and Fan Xian has slowly stood up at this time, his eyes are calm and abnormal, indifferent, watching the immortal in silence, through the details The observation finally confirmed my judgment.

"You are you, you always come and go."

The immortal's clothes fluttered, the sound was still so warm, and the answer to the words was so mysterious. This answer falls in the ears of Haishu and Wang Shilang. It is very sweet, and it is especially wonderful to fall in the ears of anyone.

However, the only thing that Fan wants is the other person's answer. He calmly looks at the bright figure floating in the air. He secretly thinks that it takes so long to search the database. It seems that the energy of the temple is really going to be exhausted.

Obviously, the immortal is not angry with Fan’s straight body and rudely looking at his own actions. In the light, he gently looks at Fan.

"I don't want this answer," Fan said.

"The answer is just the answer. It needs to be unnecessary. It is only a matter of heart." The answer to the immortal temple is still such a sacred spirit.

After a moment of silence, Fan said: "I want to know the past of the temple."

The immortal was silent again, and the light shrouded in his clothes was faint. Fan’s eyes are staring at the light without hesitation, secretly begging in the heart, if you are really a holographic image, if you are really just a lecturer in this museum, complete your own mission, tell this A history that has been annihilated.

If someone can really enter the legendary temple, they may point to the golden technique, perhaps the technique of immortality, perhaps the magical incomparable merits, and the fan is not the same, the one he wants to know most is God. The history of the temple, outside the temple door, he once blurted out the word of the museum, but it is obvious that the people in the temple did not guess because of the three people that there is a soul in his body that is faintly connected with him.

The immortal's robes have been stiff for a long time, and the light is dimmed a lot. Perhaps the thoughts of those who fly in the light are measuring some kind of permission.

............(Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, maybe three or four days of confusion, I am really sorry...)

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