In the Zhang family ancestral hall, the lights were brilliant.
A young man with fair skin and a delicate face took the lead and walked out of the moon door next to him. He was wearing a sapphire blue gauze straight skirt and looked calm.
Zhang Jian looked at the solemn and solemn ancestral hall in the night with something strange in his eyes.
This is not the first time he has set foot on the most sacred place in this clan.
In an instant he waved his hand.
Boxes of treasure money were carried in by healthy servants in green clothes.
Not far away, a brazier was set up by the family's temple in the ancestral hall.
This temple consecrator was dressed in black, dressed as a Taoist priest, and looked serious.
"Brother Jian, everything you need is ready!"
After a slight pause, the black-clothed Taoist frowned again and said, "Actually, Brother Jian doesn't have to be so diligent, as long as you have your heart set on it!"
Zhang Jian waved his hand: "Uncle Yi, our ancestors overcame thorns and thorns, and only then did we have the Zhang family's current foundation. We should serve our ancestors diligently!"
Hearing this, the black-clothed Taoist glanced up and down at Zhang Jian and said nothing, but there was something strange in his eyes.
But he just thought Zhang Jian had a weird temperament.
With a "satisfied" smile on his face, Zhang Jian walked directly across the solemn clan temple.
This time, it turned out to be true, because he finally passed the provincial examination and was awarded the title of Leader of the Five Classics.
Wu Jingkui is not the leader of the provincial examination.
The third to fifth placers in the provincial examination are the top five candidates. In fact, it is just a name, and there is not much difference from other candidates.
But the people who have been elected can already become officials, which can be regarded as honoring the ancestors.
It is also appropriate to worship ancestors and thank ancestors for their care.
Although the Zhang family has already sacrificed their ancestors for this...
Zhang Jian looked at the solemn ancestral hall in front of him, but in his eyes it had become a huge cornucopia. His eyes were shining, but he remained serious and calm.
Zhang Jian is a time traveler, it can also be said that he has awakened his Suhui.
Now he is the eldest son of Zhang Yi, the head of the Zhang family's Ao clan. He is young and promising, and is a well-known child prodigy. He passed the provincial examination at the age of fourteen or fifteen and is highly regarded by the clan.
The Zhang family is also a well-known and large family in Fengxi County.
Since the sixth uncle became a Jinshi, the Zhang family has gradually transformed from a simple country squire to a scholarly family.
As for being so enthusiastic about serving his ancestors, it was entirely because Zhang Jian found that he could harvest wool from these ancestors.
At this time, in the corridor on the other side, there was another Luo Shang woman with fair skin, beauty and a charming face, looking at this scene with cold eyes. She wore a flying phoenix golden hairpin on her head. When she saw the movement at the door of the ancestral hall, she said dissatisfied:
"He will actually please his master, the elder of the clan!"
There were two figures, one tall and one short, beside them. One of them was a young man in green clothes. He hesitated slightly, but couldn't help but said.
"My dear, my mother said this is called filial piety! Our country has always governed the world with filial piety and brotherhood. My elder brother is diligent in offering incense in the clan ancestral hall and respects his elders. It is also a good story to spread..."
Seeing that the young man in green became more and more upright as he talked, a female messenger in pink next to her couldn't help but said with her lips: "Brother Min, you crawled out of your mother's belly, why are you helping outsiders!"
Hearing this, the young man in green became angry and looked unhappy. The woman Luo Shang saw this and scolded: "Lu'er, this is what you should say. If others hear it, do you still want to die?!"
Hearing this, Lu'er's pretty face turned pale and she quickly lowered her head.
Zhang Min hesitated to speak, but looked at Aunt Zhou's unhappy expression, and suddenly became unhappy. He didn't like this kind of intrigue, and always found it disgusting.
He simply apologized slightly to Aunt Zhou, turned around and left.
Aunt Zhou's expression was not good, and her eyes were a little dark.
Although the Zhang family is not a family of hairpins for generations, they have been strictly cultivating their children according to the standards of the hairpins family since they became successful. Although Zhang Min was born to her, she has been raised by the eldest lady since she was born.
Even though she was unwilling to be alone in this situation, she was unable to do anything about it.
Now I can only be supported by Lu'er and return to the Chunyuan small building on the left.
Inside the ancestral hall
Zhang Jian glanced straight ahead.
At the top are rows of blue lacquered tablets of the God.
"Zhang Gong, Youren's spiritual throne!"
"Mr. Zhang, the spiritual throne of immortality!"
"Zhang Gong, the spiritual throne of Linghui!"
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There are also lifelike portraits of ancestors hanging on the walls, which look solemn and solemn.
But there is a strange golden statue standing in the center of the ancestral hall.
It was a female golden body.
It looks very majestic and sacred.
In front of this golden body is a stone mirror engraved with countless patterns of birds and animals. It looks extremely simple and its entire body is gray.
This is an heirloom of the Zhang family. Zhang Jian was a little strange. He once wanted to touch this thing, but Zhang Yi stopped him, saying that it was an heirloom of the Zhang family. It was solemn and sacred and could not be desecrated.
As for this golden statue, it is rumored that it is not the ancestor of the Zhang family, but the benefactor of the Zhang family. It is said that he had a kindness to the Zhang family, so he set up the golden statue and invited it to the ancestral hall. The descendants of the Zhang family have worshiped it for generations.
Zhang Jian's eyes were extremely solemn at this time, and there was some hope in his eyes. He had discovered very early that there seemed to be a chance of receiving feedback if he sacrificed this 'ancestor' under certain conditions.
He has received feedback seven or eight times before, but the most precious three of them are a spoonful of golden luck, a golden luck ingot, and a golden bead of luck.
This luck was mysterious and unusual, but it allowed him to pass both the government examination and the provincial examination in a short period of time, and once he saved the life of an important person.
Thanks to the benefits, Zhang Jian changed from an ordinary boy to a well-known "filial son"!
Even in order to establish this persona, he worked hard to create a "filial son" persona.
Loads of cinnabar treasure coins were taken out from the servants' baskets, and then divided into piles and burned with the help of temple blessing rituals.
Wisps of light bloomed from the fire basin in front of me.
In Zhang Jian's eyes, countless cinnabar treasures in the brazier in front of him turned into ashes, including a cinnabar pagoda he bought from a nearby paper shop.
This is the soul-crushing tower, said to be a new product of the paper-making shop.
I also asked a virtuous old Taoist priest to consecrate it.
It can appease the souls of the dead and save the ancestors from suffering.
Very popular.
Zhang Jian watched the treasure notes and the soul-suppressing tower turn into ashes with piercing eyes. There was nothing strange about him. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief and then looked forward to it.
The seeds have been planted, and now comes the harvest.
And this time, he successfully passed the provincial examination and ranked first in the Five Classics, which should be a surprise.
As far as he knows, every time his identity changes drastically, the things he gets from worshiping his ancestors will be better.
After everything was completed, Zhang Yi stepped forward.
"Brother Jian, it's late at night, let us clean this place!"
"Uncle Yi, I leave it to you!"
Zhang Jian nodded slightly. He could not wait to go back. He believed that after he fell asleep, there would be feedback.
Zhang Jian left in a hurry.
Midnight arrived, outside Zhangjia'ao, at this time, in the darkness in the distance, fire gradually appeared in the mountain wind. A group of people and horses raised dust, and the sound of horse hooves roared. In the rush of night, they were close to the outside of the walled city.
, on the city battlements, after the patrolling men confirmed the identity of a group of people, they quickly released them!