Joy of Life: Starting from Teacher Fan Xian

Chapter 110 The Location of the Temple

Ye Qingmei, it seems that no one in Qing Kingdom has actually seen her, but everyone has a certain impression of her.

When Fan Xian was a child, he heard Wu Zhu's intermittent stories and realized that his mother had done so many earth-shattering and soul-stirring things in the world without any scruples.

Before Emperor Qing's father, Prince Cheng, ascended the throne, there were two other princes at the top of the family in the court. Logically speaking, it was impossible for the throne to fall into the hands of the third-ranked prince.

But the reality is so outrageous. The two princes, who were usually cautious and meticulous, were murdered one after another in an extremely strange way on a certain day, and the murderer remains a mystery to this day.

Wu Zhu personally admitted that the young lady did it alone. At that time, Fan Xian thought that his mother might also be an expert among experts.

It was not until he entered Taiping Villa and found the bullet that Fan Xian was finally sure that the two princes had died from modern technology sniper rifles.

It was hard to believe that the sniper rifle was invented. Through the projection on the white wall, Fan Xian once again understood that this high-tech item was brought out by his mother from a place called the Temple.

"I'm not a time traveler, and this isn't ancient times..." Fan Xian smiled bitterly, looking at the two people on his left and right, and sighed, "It turns out that I am the real ancient person."

Wu Zhu saw a familiar scene, and even saw the young lady whom he had not seen for many years appear on the projection. She stood there woodenly, with a surprisingly gentle expression on her face.

Lin Ruo frowned, and responded to Fan Xian's sigh in his heart, "It doesn't matter if you are not a time traveler, as long as I am one."

The white walls reflect the original old world, with bustling traffic and tall buildings.

But one day, a nuclear war broke out, the world was destroyed, and the gradually formatted earth was filled with nuclear radiation and was no longer suitable for human habitation.

The surviving humans planned two ways to make a living. Some people took spaceships to outer space to explore new habitable planets, while the other small number of humans who stayed behind created a temple with intelligent Al as the main structure in the military museum in the Arctic.

After countless tens of thousands of years, humans were reborn on Earth and adapted to the new world where survival depended on nuclear radiation.

Seeing this, Fan Xian took a deep breath and smiled helplessly: "I wonder if our ancestors who went into outer space have found a planet suitable for living."

"Found it. The lady once saw a message sent from outer space in the temple, but there was no specific location coordinates." Wu Zhu didn't know whether his memory was incomplete or he was lost in deep memories, and he never spoke again.

Lin Ruo didn't say a word from beginning to end. Fan Xian thought that such incredible information might have burned out his master's CPU. He smiled and continued to look at the projection on the white wall.

After the birth of the new humans, Al of the temple sent robot messengers to various places to spread knowledge in order to seek development, helping humans develop into a feudal society, and then stopped at the feudal society and strictly controlled it to prevent the recurrence of the mistake of technological destruction.

This is why there is no Confucianism, Legalism or Taoism in this world, and the only belief is the Eternal Temple.

The temple is the only god in the world and the place of order.

Staring at the temple messenger in the projection, Fan Xian took a deep breath and turned his head away, "Uncle, so you are..."

Wuzhuraojiu said nothing, perhaps he himself didn't know what he was.

Fan Xian tilted his head to the other side again. Lin Ruo coughed and said perfunctorily, "So there really are temples in the world, and they were built by humans."

Fan Xian was satisfied with the gentleman's surprise and turned his gaze back to the white wall.

In the picture, a little girl wakes up from freezing one day and becomes the only living person in the temple.

And those ancestors who built the temple have long been lost in the long river of history.

After staying in the temple for a few months, the girl could no longer bear the life with Al computer, so she finally escaped from the temple taking everything she could.

She kidnapped a robot, a heavy sniper rifle, many science and technology books, and martial arts secrets that were compatible with the nuclear radiation of the time.

This concludes the projector...

"It turns out that the domineering martial arts I practiced were written by the temple computer..." Fan Xian felt it was ridiculous.

He finally sorted out his logic and knew his origins. First of all, he was definitely not a time traveler. As for why he became Ye Qingmei's son, it was probably related to the technology of memory extraction.

Fan Xian could only think this way. After he died of an incurable disease, the data and memory in his brain were extracted and saved, and later brought out of the temple by Ye Qingmei and implanted into a new life.

This was the most reasonable explanation he could think of, and also the only answer.

"Uncle Wu Zhu, aren't you curious about your own origins?" Fan Xian finally questioned in response to the cold expression.

This robot only shows subtle emotional changes when Ye Qingmei is mentioned from beginning to end.

"Why should I be curious?" Wu Zhu replied. It was unclear where the eyes behind the black cloth were looking, but they were definitely not looking at Fan Xian.

Fan Xian sighed, and was suddenly startled, as if he had made some great discovery. He stroked his chin and said seriously, "The Temple will control human society in the feudal era, but my mother has made so many inventions in the human world, which will undoubtedly promote human progress?"

"Could my mother's death be related to the temple?" Fan Xian asked seriously.

Wu Zhu repeated his answer, but this time he thought for a moment before saying, "I don't know."

"Sir, do you know the truth about your mother's death?" Fan Xian turned to the other side and asked.

"They were assassinated because they violated the interests of the nobles of the dynasty. Later, those people were completely wiped out by the dean and Lord Fan." Lin Ruo mentioned it briefly and did not intend to tell Fan Xian the truth and the mastermind behind it now.

"Wasn't Uncle Wu Zhu there at the time?"

This time no one answered his question.

"There's something down there." Lin Ruo suddenly reminded.

Fan Xian moved the projector away. There was a letter covered with dust underneath. He flicked it gently and cleaned it before tearing it open.

"Wuzhuqi..." Fan Xian handed it over.

"Your thoughts, I'm listening." Wu Zhu responded coldly.

Fan Xian rolled his eyes and smiled at the other side: "How about you read it yourself, sir, to make your presence felt."

Lin Ruo refused to go over: "I have found this secret room, and my sense of existence has been fully reflected." There were three pages in total. Fan Xian took out the first one and glanced at it, knowing that it was a separate statement for Wu Zhu. So he recited it with emotion, ensuring that he created a sufficient emotional atmosphere for his uncle.

After reading just a few lines, Fan Xian's true colors were revealed. He finally discovered that his mother was a very funny woman and burst out laughing.

Xiao Zhuzhu...cute, what the hell!

The entire article is almost entirely devoted to insulting Wuzhu, mocking him for always going to the temple to fight but always running away in disgrace.

The ridicule is too cold and no girl would pay attention to him.

"So, while mother was pregnant, you went to the temple to fight." Fan Xian suddenly felt that Uncle Wu Zhu was a little unreliable.

"Really? I forgot." Wu Zhu fell into deep thought.

"So I was a borrowed child. Does that mean my mother doesn't love father?" Fan Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. The great Lord Fan couldn't even get the love he wanted.

"Because you don't love me, you won't include me in the family tree?" Fan Xian muttered again.

"Read faster." Lin Ruo became impatient after not finishing a page for a long time.

Fan Xian chuckled and obediently took out the next one. Unexpectedly, this one was addressed to him.

It seems that my mother knew that the child she gave birth to would have modern consciousness, and Fan Xian's previous speculation was undoubtedly confirmed.

The content is only more than half a page, mentioning the box and explaining the reason for giving birth to him. She is very lonely...so she wants to have a modern-minded child to accompany her.

Fan Xian felt the same way. When he first came to this world, he was also extremely lonely. Later, he met the teacher and was enlightened, which changed a lot.

So now Fan Xian is not alone. He has a sister who is very ideologically conscious, his uncle Wu Zhu who protects him, and a teacher who guides him.

This ends the second page.

The last page is Ye Qingmei’s self-narration, which describes her thoughts since entering the new century. She wants to make the world a better place, and she wants to progress with the world.

So she created many inventions that made the world worship her, established her own power, and did what she wanted.

He killed the prince, pulled the old emperor's beard, teased the old empress dowager, did things that were reasonable and things that were unreasonable, all he lacked was to unify the world.

But she doesn't have this idea...she just wants happiness and freedom more.

"No more." Fan Xian folded the envelope and was silent for a long time before smiling and saying, "Uncle, did you lose your memory because of the fight in the temple?"

"I think so." Wu Zhu had some impression.

Wu Zhu looked up and around, trying to find something, and finally lowered his head silently: "It's a pity that there is no chance to start over."

Perhaps this ruthless robot also felt a vague sense of guilt for Ye Qingmei's death. After all, it was the former who brought about different changes in him.

Wuzhu seems to be quite lonely in this world...

"It's a pity that I still haven't found the key to open the box." Fan Xian complained.

Wu Zhu looked up at him and said, "I remember now. The key is with the old lady."

"The old empress dowager's bedroom?" Fan Xian was a little surprised.

Wu Zhu added: "I knew the box was extremely important to you, so I took it with me when I rescued you, but I didn't take the key with me, and it was later hidden by the old lady."

Fan Xian couldn't help but smile bitterly: "This key is not easy to get."

Then I couldn't help but ask, "Why did you forget to bring your keys?" It's understandable that he didn't bring the bullets, after all, he didn't know what was inside, but it's very...

Lin Ruo smiled slightly and guessed, "I guess Wu Zhu didn't know that he needed a key to open the box at that time."

Fan Xian was stunned and looked over for confirmation.

Wu Zhu nodded unexpectedly: "That's what I thought at the time."

Fan Xian gave a thumbs up and started to hold back his laughter again.

Lin Ruo thought about it and suggested, "It's not difficult to take the box. Wan'er has been raised in Hanguang Palace by the Queen Mother since she was a child. She is also very familiar with the terrain. You can ask her to help you steal it."

"Sir, how come you have learned to come up with bad ideas?" Fan Xian didn't dare to trouble Wan'er to do such a thing, but on second thought, when he went to steal, he could let Wan'er get the old queen mother away.

"I'm just joking. If you really think so, then you're shameless." Lin Ruo teased.

Fan Xian snorted.

Lin Ruo pointed his finger and created suction out of thin air, taking something that looked like a sheepskin map into his hand.

He reproached, "There was something under the envelope, and you didn't notice it."

Fan Xian scratched his head: "Sorry, it's a student's question."

"What is it?" Fan Xian asked again.

Lin Ruo's face hardened: "Map, the map to the temple."

"It also mentioned that the temple only appears twice a year, during polar day and polar night." After saying that, Lin Ruo handed over the map. He had already memorized the image content deeply in his mind.

"The temple, I will go see it one day."

(End of this chapter)