In the pouring rain, the army blew the horn to return to the court, the sound was low and loud.
Chen Xi and Feng Qingyang walked in front of the army on horseback, keeping a long distance from the annoying Nalan Yuhao.
In the evening, when the rain gradually subsided, they stopped in front of a large temple and prepared to settle down.
"Rest and set up camp."
She gave the order, and the soldiers who had been running for a long time breathed a sigh of relief and began to prepare for tonight's battle.
Several soldiers ran over and asked Chen Xi for instructions: "Marshal Zuo, how about you and the prince's military tents being pitched under that big tree?"
Chen Xi looked at the big tree from a distance, then looked back at the solemn and quiet temple in front of him.
"Shangxuanjun Temple?" She gently read the powerful golden characters on the plaque, and an inexplicable emotion came to her mind again.
Inexplicably, she wanted to go in and have a look.
"Forget it, we don't need to set up the military tents. We can just stay in this temple for one night."
She waved off the soldiers and walked into the temple.
"Xi'er, I will accompany you." Feng Qingyang held her hand and followed her inside.
The temples on the Mingxuan Continent are very different from the temples in the Celestial Dynasty.
The gate has no threshold, and there is a long winding corridor with no end of the temple visible.
On both sides of the corridor, there is a lush Podocarpus pine every ten steps. Under the Podocarpus pine, flowers of various colors are vying to bloom in a colorful way.
Chen Xi walked inside step by step. Every time her beautiful eyes looked at one more scene, she felt more sad in her heart.
It's strange, is she so sad?
She complained in her heart depressedly, and her steps became more urgent as she walked inside.
Beside her, Feng Qingyang calmly observed her changing expression, his eyes gradually darkening.
The long corridor seemed to have no end, and they didn't know how many podocarpus trees they counted while walking around. Finally, the depths of the Temple of Heaven suddenly became clear.
In the main hall, which is three stories high, a huge statue of the god stands in the center of the temple. The red gauze covers his entire appearance, and only his tall and majestic silhouette can be vaguely seen.
Chen Xi's heart pounded, and an unspeakable heartache became stronger and stronger.
Suddenly, pictures flashed through her mind quickly, like a movie playing fast. Before she could see clearly what was going on, those pictures suddenly disappeared.
A strong feeling of dizziness came over me, filling my little head.
Like cramming, before she had time to digest the last piece of information, new pictures filled her head the next second.
"ah!!!"
The pain that rushed to her forehead unexpectedly made her hug her head unbearably and squat on the ground in pain.
"Xi'er, what's wrong with you?"
Feng Qingyang's expression changed drastically, and his calm handsome face was covered with a layer of frost. He glanced sharply and stared at the statue covered by red gauze.
Damn it, how dare you do something weird!
He flipped his palm, and the huge spiritual power suddenly swept towards the statue, boom boom boom!
The sound shook the sky, and the hall shook violently. The red gauze covering the statue fell gently, revealing a cold and elegant face.
The clay statue of the god is exquisitely carved and lifelike.
Especially those expressive eyes, coldly condescending, calmly watching in the swirling dust.
Chen Xi held her head and raised her head with difficulty. Her eyes fell on the indifferent gaze of the statue. Her heart suddenly ached, as if she was being pricked by thousands of needles. The pain spread slowly, and her face turned pale.