Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Doctor Wusheng was stunned: Yes...

He subconsciously wanted to ask why he regretted it, but he quickly realized that, as long as lifetime is involved, what can be explained in a sentence or two, even if it is said, it is definitely not understood by others.

That's a self-exposed scar and a sigh. Doctor Wusheng really couldn't ask, and he wasn't such a person either.

He quickly waved his hand and said, This time it's really abrupt, I'm...

He paused for a moment, sighed and said with a smile: I feel a lot today, but I'm always in a trance. I'm sorry for the inappropriateness of my words. Please bear with me.

The people around him were silent and didn't know what they were thinking. After listening to his words, he came back to his senses and replied in a deep voice, It's okay.

During the conversation, someone stepped forward, bowed to the doctor Wusheng, and said, Are you here to offer incense?

That is the cloth incense person of the temple, wearing a simple robe for practice, wearing a simple bun that is common among disciples of Xianmen, and will be like a visitor who comes to incense. This kind of cloth incense people are common in the temples of several major cities, but less in the mountains.

The present-day Great Compassion Valley has been empty and desolate since it was banned, and there are no people of cloth incense. I didn't expect to see such a lively scene on this line hundreds of years ago.

The cloth incense person smoked a long incense, three by one, and handed it over.

Of course, Doctor Wusheng didn't come to worship the gods. He only had a bad relationship with this Valley of Compassion. But when he saw Bu Xiangren's smiling and enthusiastic face, he did not reject it.

He took the three long incense sticks, looked at it with complicated eyes for a while, and suddenly said, Little Master.

What's the matter with the guest? Buxiangren was hesitating whether to deliver incense to Xiao Fuxuan. After all, in his opinion, this soap-clothed knight was cold and cold, and he didn't look like he would beg an immortal.

Doctor Wusheng twirled the incense and asked in a warm voice, Dare to ask little master, which year is this?

Buxiangren's age is placed in Xianmen, and he is a young disciple who has just started. He may rarely encounter pilgrims like Yi Wusheng and Xiao Fuxuan.

Doctor Wusheng smiled, patted his forehead and said, To tell the truth, I had a serious illness before, and I was always confused. I often couldn't tell the day, I laughed.

People who will come to the temple to offer incense, more or less, have some incidents, and illness is the most common. The Buxiang people immediately nodded.

He replied politely: This is the twenty-ninth year of Suining.

Doctor Wusheng said oh: Sui Ning...

Sui Ning's era is too old, and it's actually very unfamiliar to him.

According to the records in the book, this era was not used for a long time.

In the year that Luohuashan City was burned to the ground, the era name of the world was changed from Suining to Qinghe.

After that, the era title Qinghe was used for 275 years, and Yi Wusheng was born during that period.

It was not until Wu Xingxue was imprisoned in the northern region of Canglang that the human era name was changed to Tianshu.

The doctor Wusheng thanked the cloth Xiangren with his hands: Thank you little master for telling me that Suining is twenty-nine years old, and I am here.

The Buxiangren waved his hands and said, Hey, what's there to thank for this?

He turned around to deliver incense to the other visitors, walked away for a few steps, but couldn't help but look back at Yi Wusheng, muttering in a low voice, What a strange pilgrim...

It was only a year, and when he wrote it down, his expression was surprisingly serious, as if this day was extremely important and special to him.

When the little master Buxiang was muttering, Yi Wusheng had already stepped into the temple with the incense.

Instead, Xiao Fuxuan paused at the temple gate.

When he was in Xiandu, he seldom paid attention to the change of age in the world. He can see the alternation of cold and summer, and also some special days, such as Luohuatai Kaishan City on the third day of March.

But it would be embarrassing to ask him suddenly what year it was.

But the general impression is still there.

If I'm not mistaken, in twenty-nine years of Sui Ning... Yun Hai should have died.

This chaotic line was created by the head of the Feng family for the sake of his children who died prematurely. Most of the people he affected were those who were related to him, and those who had little relationship with Xiandu.

If no one intervenes more, most of the Yun Hai in this chaotic line will not be there anymore. There should already be the tomb of the gods underground, and Yun Hai will be in it.

But looking at the lively appearance of this temple now, there is a trace of unusualness.

Xiao Fuxuan thought for a while, then raised his hand and patted Buxiang Ren: I'm sorry.

Bu Xiangren was startled and turned his head: Uh... Do you have anything to ask?

Xiao Fuxuan pointed at the temple with the hilt of his sword: Who does this temple serve?

The Bu Xiangren blinked and felt that this pilgrim was even stranger than the one just now, but he still answered honestly: The Mountain God of the Great Compassion Valley.

The Great Mercy Valley Mountain God?

Yes.

Xiao Fuxuan asked, Does this mountain god have a name?

Buxiang people replied: Naturally there is

Xiao Fuxuan: Who?

The eyes of the Buxiang people looking at Xiao Fuxuan became more and more strange. After all, no pilgrim would ask such a question - you have come to the temple to worship incense, and you don't know what the gods are called?

The Buxiang man raised his hand and bowed to the sky, showing his respect: The name of the immortal official is Yunhe.

Xiao Fuxuan was stunned for a moment: Who?

Buxiangren: ...

He patiently repeated it again: Yun Hai.

He said these two words so clearly that it was impossible for him to listen.

That's right, it's really a cloud.

this

The cloud on the chaotic line is actually still there.

What he is in charge of is the Valley of Great Compassion, not the original mourning and joy in the world, which means that he still violated the rules of heaven, knelt on Lingtai and was punished, and he also took over the decree of heaven.

Just haven't fallen back into the world.

From this, it can be seen that his fate has not changed much, but it has indeed changed.

Xiao Fuxuan pondered for a moment, and felt a little weird - can the movements of the Feng family really affect Xiandu, or even affect Yun He's fate?

Even stranger is...

There are no gods in this temple.

In the temple in front of him, the square altar was clearly empty, and no statues were erected. There is only one long offering table with an incense burner on it.

This is exactly the same as the temple in the Valley of Compassion.

But the reason why there are no gods in the temples in this world is because Yun Hao died and no one remembers that the gods that once stood in the tombs of the immortals.

When the people passing by the temple are offering incense, they never say I am worshipping the mountain god, they all say I am worshiping this Great Valley of Compassion.

In this chaotic line now, Bu Xiang kept saying the name of the mountain god of Dabei Valley is Yun Ha, indicating that Yun Ha is alive and has not been forgotten by the world, so why is there no god statue on the altar?

Xiao Fuxuan asked, Where is the statue?

The Buxiang people seemed to be asked this kind of question for the first time, and they were a little confused: What god statue?

The statue on the altar.

The incense maker was stunned for a while, then said, I don't know, this altar was empty when I came here to distribute incense.

Xiao Fuxuan frowned.

The Buxiangren said again: It is said that there used to be, but then the statue disappeared overnight.

No one pursued?

I pursued it, but I searched and searched to no avail, as if it disappeared out of thin air. The people who come here often are the people. The people will not steal the idol, and they are not able to destroy the idol silently.

When people encounter this kind of thing, they will always attribute the reason to God. Since I can't figure it out, and I can't find the results, it is God's will.

The Bu Xiangren said: I heard that I tried to make up a statue later, but it didn't work. I set it up on the altar today, tomorrow it will be empty, and it will disappear overnight. I searched everywhere, but I still found nothing.

The Buxiang person said: So people said later, maybe it was destined to be like this, so they didn't force it. Since then, the altar has been empty, and the pilgrims are used to it.

To be honest-- The Buxiangren scratched his head and said, If it wasn't for the young master's sudden inquiry, I would have thought it was normal to have no gods, and I would have forgotten that there are gods in other temples.

As it should be, as it should be.

He was talking when he suddenly heard an exclamation from inside the temple, not knowing what happened.

I can vaguely hear the pilgrims' rambling discussions—

Where's the people? Why are they gone!

Just now!

It seems to have fallen from the stone brick here?

...

Before the Buxiang people understood what was going on, they felt a strong wind blowing in front of them.

He just blinked, and the young man who asked him some strange questions had disappeared.

He is also a practitioner himself. The moment he was swept by the strong wind, he felt a hint of immortal energy and restrained pressure.

The Buxiang people were startled, and it took a long time for them to return to their senses.

He stepped into the temple hastily and asked, What happened?

A few people who were pouring incense pointed to a huge square white stone and said, The pilgrim just now, the one with the cloth towel covering his nose in a gentle manner, suddenly disappeared when he walked here.

I looked at the white slate and seemed to move a bit, but it was so fast that I couldn't figure out if it was dazzling.

I think I saw it too.

How can a good slate move?

It's... just flipped over like a trapdoor.

It won't be empty under this board, will it?

Everyone was startled and beat around the square stone, but they found no trace of it moving.

***

When the pilgrims in the temple looked at each other, Xiao Fuxuan had already followed the trail of Yi Wusheng and fell to the ground of the temple.

When he flew down and fell, the strangeness in his heart became heavier.

And when he stood still and looked up to see a very tall statue, his face finally turned cold.

This statue is handsome and tall, with a white flag in one hand and a green branch in the other. A beautiful flower blooms on the top of the green branch, covering one eye of the statue.

It was none other than Yun Hai.

And the entrance to this underground round room and the scene inside are exactly the same as the Great Compassion Valley Cemetery they walked through.

So much so that at that moment Xiao Fuxuan suspected that if he walked along the long winding road and went to the end, he would even see Yun Ha being suppressed there.

But just now, the Bu Xiangren said that Yun Hai on this chaotic line is clearly still alive, and he is still in charge of the Valley of Compassion.

He didn't fall into the human world, he didn't become a demon, and he wasn't forgotten. Naturally, there was no need for someone to build an underground tomb for him.

Then why are there still these things in the ground of this temple?