Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

"Xiao Fuxuan." Wu Xingxue turned to look at him.

"Yeah." Xiao Fuxuan gave a deep response and let go of his hand.

Warm and abruptly withdrew, Wu Xingxue rubbed his fingers, and suddenly asked, "Are you testing me?"

Xiao Fuxuan narrowed his eyes and replied after a while, "No."

"Really not?"

"..."

Wu Xingxue was about to ask again, but suddenly realized that the heater in his palm was heating up again, and the slightly hot heat spread through the skin into his fingertips, making his bones relax.

It is self-evident who did this.

Xiao Fuxuan glanced at him and stopped talking.

It was as if the sentence "Hands were as cold as ice" just now did not indicate that he had used extreme cold, but a simple and natural statement.

Wu Xingxue was stunned while hugging the heater, and was suddenly hit by someone.

He stepped aside and found that the people who had hit him were people looking for people.

Those few commoners, who did not know the magic arts, fell into this tomb in vain, and there was another corpse of the genitals, so frightened that they had nowhere to go. Their faces were bloodless, and they avoided them indiscriminately, not paying attention to what was behind them, and then they bumped into Wu Xingxue.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." They apologized repeatedly, "This... this place is scary."

Their winter jackets were tied tightly and thickly, and their movements were awkward and awkward, and they nodded like bows. As soon as the jacket filled with thick cotton wool was pressed, the wind carried a smell.

Wu Xingxue smelled a little familiar.

Before they could speak, the disciples of the Immortal Sect first said, "It's a very heavy tribute."

"You brought incense?" they asked the few people.

The people are hesitant.

Immortal Sect disciple anxiously said: "Didn't you say it before you came, you can't bring these, why don't you listen!"

"What happened to Gongxiang?" Wu Xingxue helped the staggering woman.

Immortal Sect disciple: "Didn't all those who were summoned had dreams and asked their family members to send offerings to the Valley of Compassion. Ordinary offerings are nothing more than food or incense, but the bad is here."

The Immortal Sect disciple glanced at the woman with red eyes, and said hesitantly, "The person who was summoned... out of ten, there are many bad lucks. , that is very fierce."

The woman's eyes turned even redder and her body shook.

It's one thing to know that there is a lot of misfortune, but it's another thing to hear it outright. She looked like she was about to lose her feet, and was supported by other companions, who patted her awkwardly to reassure her.

The Immortal Sect disciple looked guilty, but still said bravely: "The food or incense is used for offering to the real gods. If it becomes a murderous thing, the tribute is not worth it at all, what they want is living people. You fool them with tribute incense and snacks, don't you make them angry? It's like we are hungry, someone brought some food, but it's not what we can eat, is it even more hungry? "

They were afraid that the people would be stubborn and could not understand it, so they almost broke it to pieces and explained it to them.

Several people gathered around the stone wall, listened honestly, and even licked their mouths in agreement.

Immortal Sect disciple: "..."

They had extremely headaches: "Have you not heard of it? Earlier, a few families were in a hurry and did not seek help from Xianmen. They came to the Valley of Compassion with their own incense and food. What happened? None of them went back. It is said that those who entered the valley later only saw To some blood-clothing fragments, as well as debris and severed limbs. You! Hey!"

Several people were silent, their faces were extremely ugly, and they seemed to be frightened.

Wu Xingxue sniffed the surroundings again, glanced at them, and suddenly stretched out his hand and said, "What did you guys bring? Take it out and let me see."

The people were stunned, their hands touching their chests.

The Immortal Sect disciple was shocked: "Don't! Don't! Young Master, don't teach me anything!"

They turned to stare.

Wu Xingxue's face was innocent, but his heart was very strange.

He said in his heart that I should be avoided by everyone like snakes and scorpions, these children are very courageous, and they still stare at me?

But he quickly realized that these little disciples were still young. Twenty-five years ago, when he was nailed into the northern region of Canglang, they were probably not born yet, so it was normal for them not to recognize him.

"Although the people accompanying the son are all masters." The little disciples glanced at Xiao Fuxuan, Ning Huaishan and Fang Chu, "But some things are probably not so clear-"

Wu Xingxue felt a lot of balance when he heard this.

Look, they didn't recognize Tiansu Shangxian either. It is estimated that he did not see the "free" character seal, and regarded Xiao Fuxuan as a master of loose cultivation.

"Bring this offering, it's better to hide it than to take it out." One of the young disciples had a straight personality, and folded his hands in a salute to several commoners: "I beg you, cover up tightly and don't run around. Since things have tasted the sacrifice of living people, they can't go back. No one will bring them to the door, maybe they will come out and catch them by themselves."

The few people swallowed their saliva, wrapped themselves in the thick towel, and nodded.

After the few Immortal Sect disciples finished their explanations, they took out the golden needle artifact in their arms to find the murderer, and tried to test them around.

One of the disciples held a golden needle and probed the statue, and suddenly said "Huh" and asked, "Have you seen this statue? Why don't I know it? Who is this offering?"

The few Immortal Sect disciples looked back and wondered, "Yeah, who is this immortal? I've never seen it before, do you recognize it?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know how to recite immortal manuals?"

"Then I don't know either."

A god statue that the little disciples of Xianmen do not know? That's really strange.

Wu Xingxue raised his head.

The statue was shaken with fine cracks, but it could still be seen that he was handsome, handsome and warm. He placed a white flag in one hand and a green branch in the other, the long branch extending upwards, and a flower bloomed at the top, just covering one eye of the god statue.

If you have seen such a statue, it should not be easy to forget. But a few Xianmen disciples racked their brains and couldn't come up with an answer.

Not to mention the little disciple, even the doctor Wusheng didn't know him. I saw him holding the paper, frowning, and looking like he was scratching his stomach, but he couldn't say a name for a long time.

Wu Xingxue became more and more curious.

He raised his hand and poked Xiao Fuxuan, pointed to the statue and said, "What about you? Do you recognize it?"

If you don't even know Xiao Fuxuan, it's really bizarre.

Fortunately, Xiao Fuxuan knew him. He glanced at the statue and nodded.

"..."

Wu Xingxue waited for a while, before nodding and poking him again.

Xiao Fuxuan said in a low voice, "His name is Yun He, he used to be a disciple of Mingwu Huaxin, and later he became a fairy."

Wu Xingxue felt even more strange: "There are no Huaxin's disciples? That should be related to the Hua family. Why does it seem that even Yiwusheng has never heard of it."

Xiao Fuxuan: "Because he is no longer a fairy."

Wu Xingxue froze for a moment.

Xiao Fuxuan didn't know what to think, so he fell silent after saying this. After a long time, he looked at Wu Xingxue and said, "Because he is not an immortal anymore, people in the world, immortals, and even those who have a deep relationship with him no longer remember him."

Wu Xingxue said softly, "That's it..."

He was silent for a while, and then asked, "Is this the rule set by your immortal capital?"

Xiao Fuxuan shook his head: "The rules of heaven."

Wu Xingxue asked again, "Then why did he end up like this?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "I violated the decree in my early years and was punished."

...

Yun Hai was a disciple of Hua Xin at that time, and the teacher and disciple had a deep and righteous relationship. Once he rose to immortality, he was in charge of happy and mourning matters, which was one of the most lucrative errands. Later, because of a mistake, Lingtai took over the imperial edict, and an order moved him to another place.

That new place was nowhere else but the Valley of Compassion.

At that time, the world was in good weather, it was peaceful, and the immortal gate was at its peak. The evil spirits were not uncommon, but they were not a threat. At that time, the Great Compassion Valley did not have the evil things that happened later. It was between several big cities, and there were often vehicles coming and going, but they all passed by in a hurry and would not stop.

It has no rumors and has never been in danger. Therefore, no one will get off the carriage and horse on the way and go to the temple in the valley to offer incense, because there is nothing else to ask for.

Everyone knows that the gods are worshipped by incense. If no one cares for a long time, then there is no need for this fairy to exist.

Therefore, Yun Hai became an immortal less than a hundred years ago and fell back to the human world, becoming an ordinary person.

But it was another ten years after that, the peaceful days of the world came to an end, wars and chaos broke out everywhere, disasters continued, and then evil spirits raged. The area around Dabei Valley was especially noisy, so that there were crowds of refugees nearby, and all the carriages and horses passing there were trembling with fear.

So someone finally remembered that there seems to be a mountain temple in this Valley of Compassion. Since then, before the chariots and horses enter the valley, they will worship in the temple.

The temple is very small, with only incense cases and no statues. But no one has ever been curious, because no one remembers the Great Compassion Valley, and there was also an immortal in charge.

Wu Xingxue listened to it for a while and asked, "What happened to Yun Hai after that?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "...dead."

"How did you die?"

Xiao Fuxuan's expression was ironic for a moment: "Died in the Valley of Great Compassion, eaten up by the demons."

Wu Xingxue gave a soft "Ah" sound.

It is indeed too ironic. The immortal who once ruled the Valley of Compassion eventually died at the hands of the demon in the Valley of Compassion. And after his death, the incense in the temple became abundant, and it had nothing to do with him.

Wu Xingxue looked up at the statue again, suddenly remembered something, and asked, "Since no one in the world remembers him, why is there still a statue of him here?"

Xiao Fuxuan said: "At the beginning, Huaxin knew about his death, disregarding the regulations of Lingtai, and went down to the Valley of Great Compassion to slaughter the demons in the valley. This tomb was built at the bottom of the Valley of Great Compassion."

Ah, no wonder.

Wu Xingxue remembered what Ning Huaishan said, and said that the dusty tomb was sealed with immortal arts, so it was no wonder that Xiao Fuxuan was able to open it.

"So you knew about this tomb before?" Wu Xingxue asked, "Have you been here?"

Xiao Fuxuan: "I've been here."

Wu Xingxue: "...to see this Yun Hai?"

Xiao Fuxuan was in a trance for a moment, and he didn't know what to think back. After a long time, he said: "In Xiandu, he is not the only one who was beaten to the world like this and failed to die well. He is not the only one in this tomb. "