Yan Xiaohua seemed very silent.
He said nothing the whole time.
Everyone followed him, no one dared to say anything.
They walked forward quietly, and within a moment, they arrived at the foot of a mountain.
The fog became thicker at this moment, and the moonlight in the sky was as hazy as if it had grown hair.
There was silence.
Only faintly, intermittent drumming could be heard.
However, the drum sound does not sound as dull as usual. After listening carefully, it gives people a crisp feeling.
Yan Xiaohua stopped and looked up at the mountain peak that was not in sight, with a faint smile on his face.
"The temple is just above." He turned to look at the crowd and said slowly, "Everyone, just wait here!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Duan Wenjun, "You and the two girls come up with me."
Duan Wenjun was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help turning his head to look at Qiuqiu.
He did not expect that not only Mo Shoucheng, Zhao Xiaowu and others were left at the foot of the mountain, but even Qiuqiu could not go up.
However, Qiuqiu didn't seem to find it strange. He patted Duan Wenjun on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, just follow senior! Not everyone can enter the temple."
Since even Qiuqiu said this, Duan Wenjun naturally couldn't say anything more.
He nodded and took the lead to follow Yan Xiaohua towards the mountain.
In the thick fog, he could no longer remember how many stairs he had walked.
The higher you go, the thicker the fog becomes.
If it hadn't been for Yan Xiaohua's hand, who didn't know when there was a lantern, which emitted a dim light and illuminated the steps ahead, they would not have been able to see the path under their feet clearly.
Along the way, Yan Xiaohua remained very silent.
Duan Wenjun wanted to speak several times, but as soon as the words came to his lips, he was stopped by Jiang Shuying next to him.
In the thick fog, many lamps appeared faintly.
Yan Xiaohua finally stopped.
A lantern, moving quickly in the thick fog.
In just the blink of an eye, it floated in front of them from dozens of meters away.
"I see you, Master." The visitor held a lantern in his right hand and knelt down in front of Yan Xiaohua.
"No gifts! Get up!" Yan Xiaohua waved her hand, "How are you in the mountains lately?"
"Everything is fine!" The man stood up.
By the dim light of the lantern, Duan Wenjun could see the man's face clearly.
Hate impermanence.
He had seen Hate Wuchang once in Wangjiang.
Hen Wuchang had also seen him, with a bright smile on his face, "Master Duan, you are here!"
His smile was very bright.
His tone was very sincere.
It was as if old friends for many years were meeting and greeting each other, cordially and casually.
"Yes, Wenjun came as invited!" Duan Wenjun didn't have a bad impression of him, and said with a smile.
"I feel ashamed to say that I have caused a lot of trouble to Master Duan." Hen Wuchang showed a wry smile on his face, "If I hadn't been greedy for a cup of tea when I was in the capital..."
His words ended abruptly here.
Because, he had already seen Mrs. Yinhua standing at the end of the team, looking at him with a smile on her face.
The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.
That day when Hen Wuchang came back from Wangjiang and passed by the capital, he was in the Guiyuan outside the General Pavilion. Because he was greedy for an extra cup of tea, he told the poem that Duan Wenjun had written, that he was the real chosen one.
Then, the news spread all over the sky.
He understood that the news must have been released by Mrs. Yinhua.
And he also understood that once this news became known to the world, it would definitely bring a lot of trouble to Duan Wenjun.
After all, it involves the fate of the previous dynasty, the sacred objects of the previous dynasty, and too many things.
He was not surprised to see Duan Wenjun follow Yan Xiaohua to the temple.
But he didn't expect that Yan Xiaohua would actually bring Mrs. Yinhua back.
"The news in our mountains over the years was all brought back by the Tianshan Tonglao at the invitation of the girl." Yan Xiaohua seemed to notice Hen Wuchang's embarrassment, and a kind smile appeared on her face, "We are all a family, and some things don't need to be taken too seriously. care."
Hen Wuchang was stunned for a moment, and then a relieved smile appeared on his face, "Master, three guests who have come from afar, please come in!"
He understood that Mrs. Yinhua belonged to Qiuqiu and was also the one who helped them deliver the message. Naturally, she was one of his own and would never harm him.
Hen Wuchang led the way, and within a moment he arrived in front of a large hall.
The temple is hidden in the thick fog, and you can't see its full picture. You can only see a dark patch, like a giant beast squatting there.
On both sides of the white jade stairs, there is a person wearing black clothes standing on each step.
They wore hats on their heads and black night clothes. They held torches in their left hands and pressed their right hands on the handles of knives at their waists. They stood upright.
At a glance, one can feel a chilling atmosphere.
Walking up the steps, the true face of the temple in Lushan slowly emerged.
The first thing that catches the eye is a huge bronze door.
I don't know what kind of paint was used on the door, but it was painted with a huge scarlet dragon.
His head almost occupies the upper part of the bronze door on the left.
Two huge longan eyes, inlaid with egg-sized luminous pearls, seemed to be staring at everyone walking up the steps.
The person who carved this giant dragon must be a master of sculpting.
Because the gate on the left is only carved with a dragon head, while the gate on the right is carved with a huge dragon tail.
All lifelike.
It was as if this giant dragon was hiding its body behind the gate.
When the door opened, the dragon's head and tail moved slowly, as if they were twisting their bodies, as if the body in the darkness at the door might rush out at any time.
Hen Wuchang stopped outside the gate and stood respectfully beside it.
"Guard this place!" Yan Xiaohua glanced at him, and then led the three of them directly into the hall.
On the way here, Duan Wenjun imagined a lot about what the temple would look like, and he also used many scenes from TV series in his previous life to enrich it.
But he never expected that the so-called temple would be so simple and empty.
As they entered the temple, a lot of light suddenly appeared inside.
The huge temple is as big as a football field.
There were many torches stuck on the surrounding walls, and the grease on them made small explosions of beeping and popping sounds from time to time.
However, except for the tall desk at the top, there was nothing else inside.
There was a dark box placed next to the desk, emitting a cold light under the illumination of the torch.
When Duan Wenjun saw the box, he was stunned.
This box was all too familiar to him.
In his previous life, he had carried this box with him on numerous missions.
Inside, there are all the guys he eats.
In his heart, he was very shocked.
How did his box end up in the hands of Shadow Gate?
Taking three steps and two steps at a time, he passed Yan Xiaohua who was walking at the front and ran straight to the box.
He looked at it carefully and was completely sure that it was his box.
You can’t go wrong!
"The structure of this box is very strange. We have been studying it for decades, but there is no way to open it." Perhaps because the light was too dark, Yan Xiaohua did not notice Duan Wenjun's strangeness and sighed slightly.
"Where did you find this box?" Duan Wenjun picked up the box and placed it on the desk.
"My father and the others found this. It is said that after worshiping the heavenly vision, they sent people to search the entire Yuxing Mountain, and then they only found him." Yan Xiaohua said slowly, "We I tried all kinds of methods, even using the sharpest knife in the world, but I couldn't open it."
Duan Wenjun couldn't help but chuckle inwardly when he heard this. This box was organized for him.
Even in the previous life when technology was so advanced, it would have been impossible to open it without your own palm prints, let alone Dashun, which was lagging behind in everything here...