Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

Yi Wusheng was taken aback: "Yes..."

He subconsciously wanted to ask why he regretted it, but he quickly realized that when it comes to "life", there is no way to explain it clearly in a sentence or two, and even if he said it, it would definitely not be understood by others.

That's exposing the scars in exchange for a sigh, the doctor really can't ask, and he is not this kind of person.

He quickly waved his hand and said: "This time I was really abrupt, today I..."

He paused, sighed and said with a smile: "I feel a lot today, and I'm always in a trance. If my words are inappropriate, please bear with me, Mr. Trouble."

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

While talking, someone came forward, bowed to the doctor Wu Sheng, and said, "Are you here to offer incense?"

That is the incense clother of the temple, wearing a plain robe for practicing, and combing the simple hair bun commonly seen by disciples of the immortal sect, who will diffuse incense like a visitor who comes to offer incense.This kind of cloth incense people are common in temples in several major cities, but less in the mountains.

The Great Sad Valley in this world has been empty and desolate since it was banned, and there are no incense shoppers.I didn't expect to see such a lively scene on this line hundreds of years ago.

The cloth incenseman smoked long incense sticks, three sticks, and handed them over.

Of course, Yiwusheng did not come to offer incense and worship God. He has only a bad relationship with this Valley of Sadness.But when he saw Buxiangren's smiling and enthusiastic face, he didn't refuse.

He took the three long incense sticks, looked at them complicatedly for a while, and suddenly said: "Little Master."

"What's the matter with the guest?" The cloth incenseman was hesitating whether to pass incense to Xiao Fuxuan, after all, in his opinion, this soap-clothed knight was cold, and he didn't look like he would ask the gods.

The doctor Wusheng twirled the incense, and asked in a gentle voice, "Dare to ask my little master, what year is this?"

Bu Xiangren's age is in Xianmen, that is, a young disciple who has just started, and he may rarely meet pilgrims like Dr. Yiwu and Xiao Fuxuan. He was taken aback by the question, blinked his eyes and asked: "Huh?"

The doctor Wusheng smiled, patted his forehead and said: "To tell you the truth, I had a serious illness before, and I was always confused, and I often couldn't tell the day. It's a joke."

People who come to temples to offer incense have something to do more or less, and illness is the most common.The Buxiang people nodded immediately.

He politely replied: "This is Suining's 29th year."

The doctor said "Oh": "Sui Ning..."

Suining's year name is too old, and it is actually very strange to him.

According to the records in the book, this year name did not last long.

In the year when Luohuashan City was burned to the ground, the year name in the world was changed from "Sui Ning" to "Qinghe", in order to use the level in the year name to quell the fire of heaven.

After that, the reign title of "Qinghe" was used for 270 years, and Yiwusheng was born during that period.

It wasn't until Wu Xingxue was imprisoned in Canglang Northern Territory that the reign title in the world was changed to "Tianshu".

Doctor Wusheng cupped his hands to thank Buxiangren: "Thank you, little master, for telling me that Suining is 29 years old, I will remember it."

The Buxiang man waved his hand and said, "Hey, what's there to be thankful for?"

He turned around to pass incense to other visitors, walked away for a few steps, couldn't help but look back at the doctor, and muttered softly: "What a strange pilgrim..."

It's just a year, but when he wrote it down, he looked surprisingly serious, as if this day was extremely important and special to him.

While Master Buxiang was muttering, Doctor Wu had already entered the temple with the incense.

Instead, Xiao Fuxuan paused by the temple gate.

When he was in Xiandu, he actually rarely paid attention to the age changes in the world.He can see the alternation of cold and heat, and he will also remember some special days, such as Luohuatai Kaishan City on the third day of March.

But if you suddenly ask him what year it is, it will be embarrassing.

But the general impression remains.

If I'm not mistaken, in the 29th year of Suining... Yun Hai should have died.

This messy line was created by the Patriarch of the Feng family for the sake of his two sons and daughters who died young, and most of the people he influenced were those related to him, and those who had little to do with Xiandu.

If no one intervened more, Yun Hai in this chaotic line would probably not be there anymore. There should already be that god's tomb in the ground, and Yun Hai would be in it.

But looking at the bustling appearance of this temple right now, there is something unusual about it.

Xiao Fuxuan thought for a while, raised his hand and patted Bu Xiangren: "Trouble."

The Buxiang man was startled, and turned his head: "Uh...do you have something to ask?"

Xiao Fuxuan pointed at the temple with the hilt of his sword: "Who is this temple dedicated to?"

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

"The Mountain God of the Great Sad Valley?"

"Yes."

Xiao Fuxuan asked: "Does this mountain god have a name?"

The cloth incense man replied: "Naturally there are."

Xiao Fuxuan: "Who?"

The cloth incenseman looked at Xiao Fuxuan with even more strange eyes. After all, no pilgrim would ask such a question—you have come to the temple to offer incense, and you don’t know the name of the god?

The cloth incenseman raised his hand and bowed to the sky to show respect: "The name of the immortal official is Yunhai."

Xiao Fuxuan froze for a moment: "Who?"

Cloth Fragrant: "..."

He patiently repeated: "Yun Hai."

He spoke these two words so clearly that it was absolutely impossible for him to misunderstand.

That's right, it's really Yun Hai.

The cloud on this 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 has violated the rules of heaven, knelt on the Lingtai for punishment, and also received the order of heaven.

It's just that it hasn't fallen back into the world yet.

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

Xiao Fuxuan pondered for a moment, feeling a little weird—could the movements of the Feng family really affect the fairy capital, and even affect Yun Hai's fate?

Even weirder...

There are no idols in this temple.

In the temple in front of him, the altar was clearly empty, without any statues of gods.There is only one long altar with incense burners on it.

This is exactly the same as the temple in the Great Sad Valley.

But the reason why there are no statues in the temples in this world is because Yun Hai died, and no one remembers them anymore. The former statues were later erected in the fairy tombs underground.

When the people passing by that temple offered incense, they never said "I am worshiping the mountain god", they always said "I am worshiping this Great Sad Valley".

In this chaotic line right now, Bu Xiang kept saying "The name of the mountain god of the Great Compassion Valley is Yun Hai", which means that Yun Hai is alive and has not been forgotten by the world, so why is there no statue of the god on the altar?

Xiao Fuxuan asked, "Where is the statue?"

It seems that Buxiangren was asked this kind of question for the first time, and he was a little confused: "What statue?"

"The idol on the altar."

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

Xiao Fuxuan frowned.

The cloth incenseman said again: "It is said that there used to be one, but then the statue disappeared overnight."

"Nobody pursued?"

"I chased after him, but I searched all over to no avail, as if I had disappeared out of thin air. The people who often come here are the common people, and the common people will never steal the god statue, let alone destroy the god statue quietly."

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

The person who distributed the incense said: "Later, I heard that I tried to mend one, but it was not worth it. If it is erected on the altar today, it will be empty tomorrow, or it will disappear overnight. Looking around, it is still fruitless."

The incense clother said: "So later people said, maybe it was meant to be like this, so they didn't force it, so the altar has been empty since then, and the pilgrims have gotten used to it."

"To be honest—" Bu Xiangren scratched his head and said, "If it hadn't been for the young master's sudden inquiry, I would have felt that it is normal to have no statues, and I have forgotten that there are statues in other temples."

As if it should be so, as it should be.

While he was talking, he suddenly heard a cry of exclamation from inside the temple, and he didn't know what happened.

One can vaguely hear the pilgrims chattering about——

"Where's the person? Why are you missing!"

"Just now!"

"It seems to have been turned down from this stone brick?"

……

Before Buxiangren understood what was going on, he felt a gust of wind sweeping past his eyes.

He just blinked his eyes, and the young master who asked him some strange questions had disappeared, and seemed to fly into the temple just after him.

He is also a cultivator himself, the moment he was swept by the strong wind, he belatedly felt a trace of immortal energy and restrained coercion.

The Buxiang people were startled, and it took a long time before they came back to their senses.

He hurried into the temple and asked, "What happened?"

Several common people who were offering incense pointed to a huge square white stone and said: "The pilgrim just now, the gentleman who covered his nose with a cloth towel, suddenly disappeared when he came here."

"I looked at the white stone slab and it seemed to move a little bit, but it was too fast, and I couldn't tell if it was my eyesight."

"I seem to have seen it too."

"How can a good stone slab move?"

"It just... just flipped over like a trapdoor."

"Wouldn't it be empty under this board?"

Everyone was horrified, and beat around the square stone, but they couldn't find any traces to prove that it had been moved.

***

When the pilgrims in the temple looked at each other, Xiao Fuxuan had already followed the doctor's trail and landed in the ground of the temple.

When he flew down, the weirdness in his heart became heavier again.

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

The 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 branch, covering one eye of the statue.

It was none other than Yun Hai.

And this underground round room, whether it is the entrance or the scene inside, is exactly the same as the Great Sad Valley cemetery they walked through.

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

But just now the Buxiang man said that Yun Hai on this chaotic line is clearly still alive, and he is still in charge of the Great Sad Valley.

He didn't fall into the human world, didn't become a demon, and wasn't forgotten. Naturally, he didn't need someone to build an underground god's tomb for him.

Then why are there these things under the temple?