Vol 2 Chapter 57 (1/2)

Chapter 57: The Fluttering Heart

Fan Xian kept his head low as he walked towards the side temple, but out of the corners of his eyes, he couldn’t stop looking at the Heavenly Altar in the h over there to drive away such a skilled opponent He knew his opponent round, but he was here only to look around, and didn’t feel like butting in, despite ” in his name

His right hand was still at his lips, and fro his upper body with zhenqi, he was able to s and aireren’t hurt, but his vocal cords were torn when he was retaliating

Fan Xian kept coughing as he walked, dotting his white handkerchief with blood He thought of Lin Daiyu, Su Mengzhen, Zhou Yu, Lin Qinnan, and h, well, not Lin Qinnan, as not as tear-jerking as the other three

By the time he arrived at the side hall, his zhenqi had already healed his throat Fan Xian put his handkerchief away somewhat sadly He turned and took oneinto the side temple

The side tehtly smaller and surrounded by a blue stone wall There was no one inside Fan Xian was disappointed not to have seen any ascetics As he walked in further, he was eventhere were no statues of deities, unlike the temples he had known in his previous life

He eventually changed his tune, however This should be nor the sky Naturally, they couldn’t grasp its form

In the center of the temple was an extre down fro the stone pavement underneath

On the table was an elegant porcelain incense burner with three sticks in incense that had already been burned througharoma

Fan Xian wandered aiaze scanned across the murals He discovered that those s fro atby volcanoes all had blurred out faces It was almost as if the artist intended them to be this way

Fan Xian noticed that the murals told of ancient folktales co stories such as Gun Yu controlling the great flood, as Fan Xian couldn’t match up the murals with their books

He shook his head, relinquishi+ng the thought he would find answers here He found a thin cushi+on, threw it before the incense table, and got down His clasped his hands together and closed his eyes His lipsof the s

Fan Xian was an atheist in his previous life, but the Fan Xian noas truly religious Such a change was to be expected Anyone going through what he experienced would surely do the same

Which hy he orshi+pping so sincerely He prayed that the heavens and the temple would tell hih, that he prayed for a trouble-free life with lots of money

Suddenly, there was a disturbance in the incense smoke Fan Xian’s ears perked up, as if they had heard so doubtful, he opened his eyes and saw the little incense burner trely devote, absent-minded prayer finally reached the heavens?

His gaze stopped at the wide incense table Fan Xian finally discovered where the problem was His eyes flashed With his left hand on the hilt of his concealed dagger, he reached out slowly but firht hand and lifted up the satin which draped over the table

Lifting up the satin, Fan Xian could not believe his eyes