Chapter five hundred and ninety six: Southern Border Temple
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The original fire of the earth, the golden light of the wood burning forest, and the golden crown of the giant trees soaring into the sky have completely disappeared, replaced by a pile of broken waste.
The earth turned into scorched earth, without a single hair, not as bright as before and the swaying fire under the breeze.
The fire crystal tree group of the wood-burning forest has turned into broken limbs and ruins scattered all over the ground. Not to mention those fire beasts? They have already served as fuel when the wild Fire God Tree burns its life.
As for the wild Fire God Tree, it had collapsed with a bang, and the momentum of soaring into the sky had gone away, and the golden crown was already dim. When you look carefully, you will find that there were no leaves, and sometimes it was bare branches one by one.
"Hey..." Yan Hao's hand was a golden leaf. The outline of the leaves was clear, the veins were lifelike, and the golden brilliance was made of pure gold. However, Yan Hao looked at the things in his hand and felt a little remembrance.
"Don't think too much." Feng Qi felt a little reluctant. He could see that Yan Hao had a different feeling for the wild Fire God Tree in his heart. The life that was born and died from fire was what Yan Hao wanted in his life.
"I'm afraid that once he goes, there will be no more wild Fire God Tree in this world." Yan Hao said sighing.
"But he has completed his mission, and he is not regretful to leave." The golden spear was sitting casually on a stubborn stone, carrying the golden halberd in his hand on his shoulder, and holding his chin with one hand.
Yan Hao didn't say anything, just staring at the golden leaves in his hand and was stunned.
"Fire Crystal Leaf..." Leng Xiaoran returned here, looked at the things in Yan Hao's hand, and said lightly: "Since it was he who gave it to you, you should be good at your subordinates."
"Yeah." Yan Hao nodded, and the golden flame of the fire crystal leaves surged, and then disappeared in his palm.
What is Fire Crystal Leaf? Not many people present understood that it was the proof of the life of the wild Fire God Tree, and it was also his original Golden Leaf. However, Yan Hao looked at the swallows of Fire Crystal Leaf as if he used it as a proof of his life, just like his will.
"Let's go find that little guy..." Bai Ling'er showed a healing smile, like a bright glow, touching and in love.
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Five days later.
Southern Xinjiang is still the southern Xinjiang, but today's southern Xinjiang is no longer the previous southern Xinjiang.
There are already many ruins in the vast southern border. Why did the ruins appear? The southern border welcomed many people with greed. If people become greedy, they will probably be disgusted with what they do, let alone what they are not human.
The people who came to the southern Xinjiang had already dispersed, and the people who left the fire wasteland did not leave the southern Xinjiang. The purpose of coming to the southern Xinjiang was not to burn the sky flame spirit.
The legend of the thousand-year-old holy spring facing the mortal world still let several people come to die and sacrifice their lives, fertilize the land in southern Xinjiang for officials, bandits and their love luck.
Greed is like motivation, driving several people to be less dangerous. Although it has taken away many people, it has also made a few people successful.
On this day, ten people came to the shore of a fresh lake. The lake water was light and lively, and naturally attracted many people and ten people whom they didn't want to see.
"I didn't expect that they were indeed in." Feng Zhi sighed, looked at the five figures in front of him, and a bitter smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"But fortunately I can see them..." The implication is that they are still alive.[
"Yes. Their lives will not be too miserable." This sentence attracted many people's unhappy eyes as soon as it was said, "Well, I was wrong..."
When everyone came to the lakeside, they saw not the lake water or the lakeside, but a strange temple by the lakeside.
The temples in southern Xinjiang seem to have never appeared in everyone's hearts. Everyone has doubts in their hearts, but everyone wants to know what the temple is like?
So many people are already wandering by the lake, wanting to see how weird this temple is.
"Southern Xinjiang Temple?" Bai Ling'er saw the words written on the plaque of the temple clearly. However, her brows kept frowning, "What's wrong..." Although Bai Ling'er did not feel any strange aura, he still noticed a strange feeling.
"Yes." Leng Xiaoran nodded and whispered: "It's really wrong."
What was wrong was not just this temple, but everything around it.
"Let's take a look first." Feng Qi walked over from the lakeside.
Before everyone came to the temple, the temple was destroyed, but it had been baptized for millions of years, so it looked incomplete. Many places had one or two gaps had been broken, and many places were painted in the walls so lightly that they could not see it.
There was no strange aura in this stone temple, and everyone slowly walked into it.
"Zigella" gently opened the wooden door, and there was a trace of wonder in his heart. Why was strange and not clear. However, at this moment, a figure shook in front of him, and he forgot a trace of doubt in his heart.
"Who are you?" A slightly hoarse and strange accent came from behind the gate, and a short figure sat behind the gate on the futon in front of the inner gate.
"Hmm? Who are you?" Jin Gu asked with his hands crossed his chest, as if he was very strange about the appearance of strange people in the strange place.
"The people in the temple are naturally monks." Although this person is short, he is not young anymore. If you look at it directly, you will probably be in his sixties.
"Oh..." Lin Er buckled his nose, still seemed uncertain.
Not many people came here, but two more came at this time, and one of them had a slightly chaotic breath.
The young man in purple uniform showed a warm smile and asked the old man behind the wooden door: "I wonder if the stone temple can take a break?"
"The stone temple was originally for rest. If you want to come in, come." The old man looked at Mu Yu, not knowing what he was muttering. His expression was not solemn or frivolous. In short, he felt awkward.
"Thank you." Another middle-aged man in purple clothes bowed and thanked.
The old man was knocking on the wooden fish on his own, with a breath all over his body. I don’t know if he was restrained or his strength surpassed everyone.
Since everyone walked into the stone temple, they actually felt a hint of awesome atmosphere, but it was very thin. I think this stone temple was not an ordinary temple back then.
There are several trees planted in the courtyard inside the temple wall. However, what is strange is that the trees are dead but still stand here. The yellow and bitter paulownia trees are not tall, but they always exude a silence. The doubts in my heart are getting stronger and stronger.
The old man still half closed his eyes, and the wooden fish in his hand seemed to be knocking faster and faster, and the sound was beating faster and faster as if it were a human heart.
While looking at the old man, everyone looked around. The temple was indeed very old and broken, but there was still a rain-covered roof. A group of dozens of people had already entered the temple's hut. It was indeed very small, much smaller than the small temples that everyone had seen before, so they asked in their hearts: "What kind of temple is this?"
There is a statue standing in the temple house. The statue is not a Buddha, nor a Sanqing Daozun, nor a demon. What is that?
Everyone looked at it strangely, but the more they looked, the more strange they became.
"Lin Er, what are you thinking about when you are talking about the stone statue?" Feng Qi asked Lin Er.
"I don't know, Zhu Er." Lin Er glanced at Feng Zhi, as if he was unhappy about Feng Zhi calling his nickname in public.
Feng Ji looked at Lin Er as if he was looking at a brain-dead patient.
The statue is also a monk, but it is obviously not a Buddha, a Bodhisattva, or arhat, but it looks more like an ordinary monk. "How strange?" Shousheng followed Chang Yin and looked at this inexplicable stone master.
"What do you think?" Chang Yin knew very well that this was a temple, not a Taoist temple.
"This is not a temple." Shousheng said with certainty.
"Why?" Jinqin, who was standing a little far away from Shusheng, suddenly asked.
Although there was a gap between the Ten Saint Son and Chang Yin and their group, because the Ten Saint Son was considering their safety, they did not resent the Ten Saint Son in their hearts, so Shousheng said, "Where are there temple stone statues standing with the monks in their temple?"
"I am!!!" Everyone felt nervous when they thought about it, and they walked out of the house and came to the old man. They saw that the old man had finished his morning class, so they asked, "Master, where is this?" No one would ask the question of the stone statue in abrupt and direct manner.
"Temple." The old man said simply and clearly.
Everyone looked at each other, feeling that the old man was very dishonest.
Shousheng asked the old man, "What does it mean to stand his own stone statue in the temple?" Shousheng could naturally see that the monk was in front of him. Since he was a monk, he was naturally a Buddhist disciple, and he was worshiping Buddha.
"Be kind to yourself and believe in yourself. I am me, others are others." The old man said lightly, his expression extremely calm, as if he could see through the worldly master.
Everyone thought he was right, but they still found it strange. Everyone looked at the old man's face, then walked into the temple and looked at the stone statue. After thinking about it, they found that the stone statue was when the old man was young, no wonder it didn't look very similar.
"He is not a monk." Shousheng said with his hands folded and said to everyone.
"Isn't it a monk?" Everyone looked at the old man's bald head and thought to himself: "Is it because he lost his hair and turned into a bald head?"
"Although there must be monks in the temple? Are you monks?" The old man seemed a little unhappy. Looking at the group of people around him, he also showed a hint of doubt and dissatisfaction. "There are not many people in the temple, so you should go out and have fun."
The old man issued an order to expel guests, but no one paid attention to the old man, because everyone could feel the sacred and noble aura in the temple, so it was certain that the old man should not be a disguised demon.
"I don't know that the old man follows the name of the great name?" Since he is not a monk, he should not have a magical name.
"Just call me Old Master Shi." Old Master Shi said.-