Chapter 110: The Temple

In the boundless world, it was filled with pure white color everywhere.

The strong wind swept through the blizzard, whistling across this snowy white world.

The soft new snow had already submerged the knees, and there was more solid old snow like cold ice below.

The surrounding temperature had dropped to a level that humans could not bear, and no living creature could be seen for a hundred miles.

On the flat snowfield, it was full of endless snowy white color that seemed to never change for eternity, only those undulating snow hills could be considered the only change in this endless snowfield.

As the terrain became gradually complex, a high snow mountain suddenly rose from the ground.

On the south side of the snow mountain, there was a wide and long staircase reaching the sky.

And at the foot of the staircase, a figure that was also pure white was squatting there, stroking the stone steps with great interest.

"Huhu—"

The whistling wind and snow surged from all directions, but stopped and melted three inches outside the white-clothed young man's body.

"No wonder in the original work, the Temple only appeared after the polar night. It turns out it's because of energy shortages and the need for sunlight!"

The young man stood up, revealing a young and handsome face, and muttered to himself with great interest: "This stone staircase is essentially a more efficient solar panel. No wonder it had to be built so long..."

After saying this, he raised his head and looked at the building looming at the end of the stone steps.

The next second, his figure was swallowed by silver light, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the end of the stone steps.

At this point, the most mysterious Temple in this world was presented before his eyes just like that.

It was an incomparably magnificent temple. Under the long light gray eaves were incomparably high black stone walls. The black stone walls were like black ice that would never melt for eternity, lying horizontally in front of Lin Yu.

And in the center of the stone wall was a brown door seven zhang high.

Above the door was a somewhat dilapidated plaque.

The incomplete characters on the plaque could still vaguely identify the Chinese and English "Military Museum"...

That's right, the so-called Temple was actually a military museum left behind by the previous civilization!

In the worldview of Joy of Life, the civilization familiar to modern humans had long been destroyed in a nuclear war. Only the Temple survived, and by relying on the various cutting-edge technologies preserved in the temple, it led the new humans who had adapted to nuclear radiation to restart civilization.

In the original work, this door and the entire Temple seemed to contain some kind of space technology.

Those ordinary people who came to make a pilgrimage, no matter how hard they tried, could not touch this door.

But now, in front of Lin Yu, the Temple seemed to have lost its original magic.

Lin Yu just walked to the front of the door, raised his hand, and pushed gently, easily pushing open the brown door that Ku He and Xiao En could not touch no matter what decades ago.

"Geji—"

The door pushed the accumulated snow on the ground and slowly opened.

Lin Yu stepped forward and walked into the Temple with a normal expression.

The first thing that came into view was an incomparably huge square.

Scattered around the square were many temple-style buildings. These buildings were quite tall, but they were blocked by the outer stone walls, so that humans outside the door could not see them at all.

Lin Yu looked at the scene in the Temple with great interest.

Watching and watching, he suddenly frowned and said indifferently: "Haven't you discovered it yet?"

"With your technology, it's impossible to read my brain waves, let alone disrupt my sense of direction..."

As early as discovering the brain wave excuse in Uncle Wu Zhu's body, Lin Yu had realized the truth of the so-called space technology.

The technology mastered by the Temple did not involve space at all; it just could read and influence human brain waves, controlling all their senses through this means, making them lose their sense of direction and fall into a thinking maze similar to an illusion.

When Lin Yu had just arrived at the end of the stone steps, he had already felt the interference of the Temple.

But unfortunately, this level of interference clearly could not affect his spirit, which was why he could so easily push open the door and enter this so-called Temple...

After the words fell, the Temple did not give any response.

Looking at the buildings around that had no movement, Lin Yu shook his head and continued to walk inside.

Just as he passed a high platform covered with thin snow, a ghostly light suddenly burst out from under the high platform, stabbing at Lin Yu's neck at a speed that ordinary people could not capture, silently.

"Dang—"

Accompanied by a long humming sound, the black iron skewer hit an invisible barrier.

Lin Yu stopped and turned around indifferently.

The surrounding wind and snow surged crazily with his movements, turning into fine streams, binding the black iron skewer and the gray-clothed man holding it firmly in the air.

From the outside, the fine rope formed by the wind and snow was only as thick as a finger.

But it was such a slender wind rope that the gray-clothed man could not break free no matter what.

Lin Yu looked at the gray-clothed man carefully and found that his temperament was extremely similar to Uncle Wu Zhu's.

Even though he was bound in the air by means he could not understand, there was still no expression on that cold face, and a pair of black eyes were like cold ice that would not melt for a thousand years, as if nothing could cause his emotional fluctuations.

"This must be the last Temple Envoy, right?"

Lin Yu looked at the gray-clothed man with great interest.

In the original work, this guy would go south to the Qing Kingdom not long after, ordered by the Temple to eliminate the influence caused by Ye Qingmei back then, and finally fought Uncle Wu Zhu, who wanted to protect Fan Xian, in the capital, dying at the hands of the latter.

Now Lin Yu came too early, and the Temple didn't know about Fan Xian's existence yet.

This envoy hadn't gone south either and still remained in the Temple.

"The last intelligent robot besides Uncle Wu Zhu..."

Lin Yu curled his lips and said with a smile: "Now he is mine!"

As he spoke, he waved his big hand and accepted this gift specially prepared for him by the Temple without any politeness.

Perhaps it was because it had lost its last intelligent bionic robot, or perhaps it was because Lin Yu's means made the Temple difficult to understand.

In short, after the last envoy disappeared inexplicably, the Temple finally had a reaction.

In an instant, countless points of light fell from the sky, like bright snowflakes, gathering in mid-air.

Gradually, a figure condensed on the high platform in front of Lin Yu, gradually becoming clear—

It was an old man in ancient robes with wide sleeves, with flowing clouds at the sleeves and a black gold jade belt at the waist.

A pair of upturned shoes left the ground, floating about three inches above the high platform, just like the legendary immortal, standing in the air, as if wanting to go with the wind.

Not only that, there was also a layer of faint green light covering the old man's face.

With this appearance, if it were replaced by someone else, they would definitely think it was a true immortal descending to the world and worship it.

But unfortunately, the young man in white standing in front of the old man right now was a terrifying existence far beyond human cognition.

Let alone such a fake cyber immortal, even a real immortal wouldn't be able to make any waves!

Because the old man's act of showing off was too funny, Lin Yu didn't want to interrupt his appearance, but instead watched him with great interest, wanting to see how he planned to perform.

Seeing the old man appear, he first stood in the air, was silent for a few seconds, then lowered his head, looked down at Lin Yu, and said indifferently:

"The divine path is faint, the Great Dao is not prosperous, wandering at the crossroads, pointing to the mountains and rivers, angry at the wind and clouds, determined to secure the country, therefore..."

A long article with gorgeous wording and ancient meaning was slowly spoken from the old man's mouth. The central meaning was very simple: he wanted to fool Lin Yu into becoming a new Temple Envoy, replacing the Temple to walk the world and observe civilization.

Lin Yu recognized the prototype of the article halfway through, which was exactly Luo Binwang's "Denunciation of Wu Zetian"!

Noticing this, he couldn't help but show disappointment.

This guy's lines were just the result of piecing things together. His creativity was not as good as the AI he had used in his previous life, and he didn't know if it was the limitation of the algorithm or the Temple's energy shortage, which opened a low-computing power energy-saving mode.

If it were the latter, it would be fine, but if it were the former, then the gold content of this artificial intelligence would have to be lowered...

The old man was still chanting the article, but Lin Yu was too lazy to continue listening.

He raised his head, looked at the old man, and said indifferently: "That's enough!"

"With just this little trick of yours, a holographic projection, you deserve to pretend to be an immortal?"

"Let this True Monarch teach you!"

Before the words had faded, the surrounding wind and snow suddenly rose, like jade and flowers filling the sky, swirling and dancing around Lin Yu's body.

The galloping cold current wrapped around the angular ice crystals, turning into streams of wind and snow spiraling upward, spreading crazily in all directions.

In just an instant, the entire Temple was swallowed by this sudden violent wind and snow.

The constant temperature and humidity system in the Temple tried its best, but it couldn't affect the wind and snow at all, and could only watch them develop into incomparably huge wind and snow tornadoes, rolling all the debris in the courtyard into the sky.

And in this violent wind and snow, the handsome white-clothed young man who looked like an immortal was not moved at all.

He just stood quietly in place, with wind and snow wrapped around his body, looking at the old man indifferently and saying:

"See that?"

"This is what you call an immortal!"

(End of chapter)