Chapter 599 The Master of the Temple

"An Bochen, you seem to have forgotten the purpose of our coming here." Lv Fengqi did not show much interest in murals like An Bochen, and his words were quite impatient.

"Purpose? Of course I still remember it." An Bochen shrugged his shoulders and said, "It's just that you think we're ready to go to the rescue. It's still the rash action now, so that the school owner who hides in the dark has no patience to play any more.

With that, An Bochen looked around and said with a smile, "Maybe he is looking at us now, listening to what we say. Our words and deeds and even every thought can't escape his eyes and ears."

Lv Feng was stunned and stared back at An Bochen: "Then you still..."

"Since you can't hide it, there is no need to hide it. Tongtianzhai is a place where strength is respected. The longer you stay, the more you can find that the ideas of the people here are often beyond your expectations. An Bochen said, sat down cross-legged and raised his hand: "If you still can't figure it out, continue to think about it. I'm not interested in complaining with you."

After saying that, An Bochen no longer paid attention to Lv Fengqi and stared attentively at the pictures on the wall.

There is a world hidden in each painting, and it is a real world. So where are these worlds themselves? What does it have to do with the collapse of the order of heaven and earth in ancient times? Is it related to the secret that Simajin has been pursuing...

An Bochen thought while looking at it.

Tongtianzhai can be said to be the most wonderful place he has ever been in his life. It may not be very big, but its extension is far more than anywhere in the world. An Bochen even doubts whether there will be remnants from ancient history in Tongtianzhai.

Secrets are always hidden in the passing ancient times.

An Bochen didn't inform Sima Jin about his recent situation. First, he didn't want her to worry, and second, he didn't want her to know this, so he couldn't hold back his curiosity and came from Xiliuhai.

"I saw several people on the top floor of this tower before, but now one is missing. It seems that they have gone back to their own room."

An Bochen stared at the mural in front of him and muttered.

The next moment, An Bochen's body gradually became smaller, and finally became as small as insects and ants, flying into the mural.

"Hmm."

Lv Feng looked up at the place where An Bochen disappeared. A trace of confusion appeared on his thousand-year-old iceberg-like face, but he didn't know what he was confused about. Lv Fengqi turned around and faced the mural he was facing. After a long time, he finally walked over.

......

"Master."

"I'm not your master."

"Only immortals will appear in the temple. You appear here, the ninth master of the temple, that is, my master."

"It seems that you have been here long enough. Where are your former masters, the eight masters, now?"

"Each of them left the temple and never came back after returning to heaven. When asked about the next master, he will always say that the previous master died in heaven.

"Heaven..." An Bochen chewed these two words and stared at the girl in front of him.

After flying into the mural, An Bochen did come to a new world.

Blue sky and white clouds, earth plains, rivers, seas and mountains... There is no difference from the rest of the world.

But before An Bochen could watch it carefully, he felt that there was a rising breath coming from the bottom and wanted to hold him high in the sky. An Bochen followed the situation and flew straight up the clear air, and saw the temple where he was now located at the height of the sky.

This temple is somewhat like the temple of the Dog Head Country that An Bochen visited overseas in those years.

The temple is like a disk, decorated with prosperity, hanging in the sky out of thin air, and there are long pillars connecting the earth below, which is higher than any mountain in the world, which makes mortals afraid. The area of the temple is very large, which is comparable to the area of each floor of the hall of the Dounu Tower. In addition to the girl in white in front of him, there are also many auspicious people, such as turtles, cranes and snakes, which makes An Bochen feel strange.

"Master, do you want to sleep?"

The girl has a beautiful and delicate face, with a concave and convex figure, wrapped in a translucent snow-white gauze, which is quite touching.

Seeing that An Bochen was stunned, the girl thought for a moment and said, "Is it that the master doesn't like me? The master wants a woman in the lower world, so I'll arrange it."

"I don't need a waiter. You just need to tell me about the situation here." An Bochen stopped the girl and said.

The girl looked at An Bochen strangely. Gradually, her delicate and beautiful face was as calm as a lake mirror, with a shallow smile: "Master, you are different from the previous master."

"How is it different?" An Bochen asked with a smile. While the girl looked at him, he was also looked at the girl.

The girl's cultivation is not high. In the realm of the divine master, she has been able to prolong her life, so her actual age should be much older than she looks.

"The former eight masters would let the moon wait to sleep when they came to the temple for the first time. Then every time they come back to the temple, they will ask Yue to arrange beautiful women in the lower world to serve them. The girl who called herself "Moon" said calmly, as if she didn't feel anything wrong.

"Why do you take it for granted?" An Bochen looked at the girl and asked.

"Because the masters are all immortals." The girl's answer made An Bochen feel a little uncomfortable.

In those years, that is, more than 200 years ago, when An Bochen was a little book boy in Moyun Building, he also had fantasies about the immortals, thinking that they were all free and omnipotent, and they were all benevolent and compassionate.

The girl in front of her, no matter what her identity is, she must think so, so she takes it for granted and serves the fighting slaves in Tongtianzhai as emperors.

"No wonder they stay in the school yard and never have a rebellious heart. During the day, they fight in the school yard for people to watch, but at night, they can come here to enjoy the treatment that immortals can't enjoy... Lv Fengqi, the path you took is nothing more than this in the end. If you also enter the room, I don't know how you will feel.

An Bochen stood outside the temple, looking at the floating clouds and the world under the temple, and muttered.

"Master, what are you talking about?" Yue asked curiously

"Texay about your background." An Bochen had a trace of sympathy and a good impression on the girl.

Anyway, this girl who lives in her imagination still maintains her pure heart at the beginning.

"I am the divine messenger brought back by the third master when he traveled through the world. The master said that he liked a fairy named Yue, so he called me Yue. The girl thought hard, but found that she could only say these words. She couldn't help lowering her head and her cheeks were slightly red.

"Miss Yue, is it almost the same as Miss Five..." An Bochen smiled playfully, shook his head, and asked, "Yes, what do your former masters usually do here?" Have they ever mentioned things like the power of faith?

An Bochen can't but connect the world in front of him with hundreds of overseas countries. At least in some form, there are similarities between the two.

"No." Yue shook her head and said, "When the masters come back, they will either travel to the earth or stay in the apse. By the way, the last master liked reading very much. He changed the apse into a study, and no one was allowed to enter except the owner.

A trip to the world... It should be said to enjoy it.

An Bochen secretly said, "Yue, take me to the apse study."

The girl nodded obediently, turned around, and shuttled through the temple with An Bochen.

The wall of the temple is golden yellow, but the dome is black. It is not liked by An Bochen. An Bochen frowned and gently raised his right hand behind his back. The four walls of the palace changed from tacky golden yellow to bright silver white. The dome was blue, occasionally releasing purple light.

The girl turned around and looked at An Bochen in surprise. She wanted to talk and stopped, and finally said nothing. On the way to the apse, An Bochen saw many beautiful women, most of whom were more beautiful than the moon, and some of them would take the initiative to salute An Bochen, but their temperament was far less than that of the moon, lacking the quietness and elegance, which made people's hearts softer.

"Master, this is the study. If you have anything to do, just call Yue."

The girl stood at the door of the apse, no further than a step forward.

An Bochen nodded and pushed the door in.

"My ex is also an elegant person."

Looking at the scenery behind the door, An Bochen said unexpectedly.

This study is actually a bamboo forest, located on the cliff, and under the cliff is the endless sea. To taste tea and study in the sound of sea waves and bamboo, he deserves the "elegant" of An Bochen.

An Bochen crossed the sea and went up the cliff. When he walked into the bamboo forest, he saw many curved bamboo tips hanging scrolls.

An Bochen was curious, so he took the next volume and read it:

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There are legends in every era. As legends, they are destined to be magnificent and admired by the world. Li Qingyi, who loves to wear white clothes, and the people of Luo Yueguo like to describe him like this. No one knows where he comes from.

Eighteen years ago, he came out of the northwest desert of Luo Yueguo, carried a five-foot cold front, cut off five thousand horse thieves, and ran rampant under the first sword.

Ten years later, he walked thousands of miles, one with one sword, defeated the masters of eight hundred city-states of Luoyue Kingdom, and pushed the fallen ancient kendo to the peak. The hermit sect was moved by the news. When Li Qingyi defeated the three masters in a row on the banks of the Mingyue River and returned home with a long smile, the world has regarded him as the first master in the world. His reputation is unparalled and proud of history.

Later, Li Qingyi was worshipped as the head of the imperial palace by the Lord of Luo Yue.

Later, Li Qingyi died at the source of the Mingyue River, and the body went down the river. The people failed to salvage it and worshiped Jiangyue day and night.

The one who killed him was just a seven-year-old boy who passed through Luo Yueguo. The child has red and bloody eyes and rides a two-headed white lion. He is moody and does not look like a good person. Some people also said that before the child left, a person was next to the white lion, with a long sword in white, walking like flying, but his face was expressionless like a doll, just like Li Qingyi...