"I have no understanding of the temple and thus no great animosity," said Fan Xian. He had seen many religions being hypocritical in past lives; compared to this world's temple, it was far beyond the sky, rarely interfering with worldly affairs. This style made Fan Xian agreeable, and its mysteriousness didn't make him feel much resistance.

"The temple doesn't interfere with the world?" Four Gu Jian smiled. "Then how did your mother come out? How has this world changed? Why is it that Emperor Jing has become who he is now? Perhaps those high-up people in the temple really just watch everything from afar, but why should we let them dictate our lives?"

"That feeling isn't good."

"It reminds me of a long time ago when I watched those ants moving and fighting under the big tree," said Four Gu Jian coldly. "But I am not an ant; I don't like being looked at."

Fan Xian remained silent for a long time before saying, "If someday, I go to the temple, I'll carry your ashes with me."

Four Gu Jian closed his eyes and said, "You've always said few true things, kid."

Fan Xian suddenly realized that this master spoke like a child, unable to resist laughing. "I'm not a world-destroying god like you; I don't have the courage or strength to kill a god. If it's not out of necessity, I naturally wouldn't want to go to the temple to end my own life."

After a brief pause, Fan Xian scratched his head and said, "Of course, who knows what will happen in the future? If that day comes, I'll sprinkle your ashes on the stone steps of the temple to irritate those gods' feet. That would be enough to fulfill your wish."

Four Gu Jian said, "Don't make the fire too hot when you burn me; my bones aren't many. If they all turn to ash, there won't be anything left to irritate anyone's foot. You need to leave some big bone parts."

Fan Xian replied, "That is indeed something to pay attention to."

Between life and death lies great fear, but in this fear, Four Gu Jian and Fan Xian talked about their posthumous affairs, bones, the size of the fire, and where it should be placed. The atmosphere was light, yet Fan Xian couldn't help feeling a strange sorrow.

The sun had already set more than halfway down. The sea breeze swept through the city, gently brushing over thousands of miles, entering the depths of the thatched cottage, making the wind outside the stillness of the sword pavilion rustle. Thousands of swords in the pit moved simultaneously, ringing and touching each other, stirring hearts.

Four Gu Jian struggled to turn his head and looked past Fan Xian's shoulder at the long-legged mosquito near the wall corner, which was close to its end; it couldn't eat, wouldn't fly away, and stubbornly remained there. He fell into a long silence.

Fan Xian sat beside him and suddenly leaned forward to whisper about the events in Ten Villages. Located between Northern Qi and Eastern Yi, if Ten Villages were to grow, they would inevitably need strong support from Sword Pavilion. The existence of Ten Villages would bring great benefits to Dongyi City.

However, to Fan Xian's surprise, Four Gu Jian remained calm upon hearing that Ye Family planned to establish a second battlefield in Dongyi City. He continued staring at the corner of the wall as if he didn't care about what would happen to Dongyi City after his death.

At this moment, Fan Xian thought he had misunderstood Four Gu Jian's final wishes—the most important thing he had taught him.

Then, Four Gu Jian spoke up. "Under my pillow is a small booklet that Kuhu gave me before dying on Daming Mountain and asked me to give you. The contents of the booklet are beyond my comprehension; I hope you can understand them."

Fan Xian was taken aback, unsure what was written in the booklet that made two masters so serious at their deathbeds.

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