Ning Xiangruo took out three fine Zen incense sticks from the side of the incense burner and lit them on the candle. The raw material of this fine Zen incense was not sandalwood, but a kind of bamboo in Sichuan. There was no smoke when burning, and there was no strong smell.
The only drawback,
It's just hard to light.
These fine Zen incense have been placed for a long time and are even more difficult to light.
Ning Xiangruo's heart was very calm and she didn't feel bored at all. It took her a while to light three sticks of fine Zen incense. She bowed three times to Yuan Shaoqin's spiritual place and inserted the fine Zen incense into it.
He walked into the incense burner and said softly: "Senior Brother Yuan, I haven't come to see you for a long time. A lot of things have happened in recent years. Don't blame me. My master was killed by people from the Thousand Faces Sect the year before last.
A great catastrophe has befallen the world, and I have not returned to Cangyun for a long time. In the past, every New Year's Eve, I could always remember how many years it had been since you passed away, but now I have even forgotten the time of your passing. Was it thirty-five years or so?
Thirty-six, I don’t even remember. In fact, I know that the trace of affection I had when I was a girl has long been relieved. I can hardly remember your appearance now..."
In the past, when Ning Xiangruo paid homage to Yuan Shaoqin, she would always cry and shed a few sad tears. Now, except for some sadness, her voice did not contain much emotion.
Time is a boning knife that can not only change a person's appearance, but also trim away good or bad memories.
As the first disciple of Master Jingxuan, Ning Xiangruo's talent in cultivation is very high and definitely not inferior to that of Du Chun.
However, her cultivation has always been slightly inferior to Du Chun's. The main reason is because of Yuan Shaoqin.
For a long time, Yuan Shaoqin was an obstacle to her inner demons that she could not face, and the inner demons of a cultivator are very terrifying.
Du Chun reached the realm of spiritual silence in more than ten years. Ning Xiangruo reached this realm relatively late, six or seven years ago. It was time that allowed her to gradually let go of her past feelings for Yuan Shaoqin, so she cultivated
Only then did he break through the shackles. Ning Xiangruo stared at Yuan Shaoqin's spiritual place and said slowly: "Recently, there are rumors within Cangyun high-level officials that you are not dead, but turned into a Liujin smoke tomb, hidden in Cangyun Gate.
You were the mastermind behind the poisoning of Elder Cangyun the year before last. Was that young man named Liujin Yanfen that I met in the dungeon of Yunmeng Island really? If it wasn't you, why?
Will you let me and Yang Shijiu go easily? Brother Yuan, I have always been unable to believe this rumor. If you
You really killed my master, what should I do? I might... no, I will definitely kill you. No matter how much I admired you before, I will definitely kill you with my own hands."
Ning Xiangruo slowly stretched out her hand, slowly closed the secret grid, and repeated again and again: "I will definitely kill you with my own hands!"
This time his tone was full of chill, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent.
Her relationship with Master Jingshui was very special. Master Jingshui accepted more than a dozen female disciples one after another, but only Ning Xiangruo shared the same love as mother and daughter with her.
If Yuan Shaoqin really killed Master Jingshui, Ning Xiangruo would definitely kill her enemy with her own hands.
He put the clothes on the bed into the closet at once, then blew out the candles, turned around and walked out of the room.
Not long after, her graceful figure appeared on the back mountain of Samsara Peak.
Several consecutive heavy snowfalls have made the entire Cangyun Mountain covered in snow, making it particularly poignant.
The two huge white lanterns outside the ancestral hall swayed in the darkness in the wind, and were gloomy, like the eyes of giant spirits, adding a bit of terror to this poignant beauty.
Jiang Shuiyou is a diligent old vixen. In the fenced yard outside the ancestral hall, the snow has been cleared away. The candlelight is bright and shines through the doors and windows of the ancestral hall. It seems to be the only light in the darkness.
Ning Xiangruo stood in front of the door and gently opened the door. She expected to see a rickety old man with his back to her, carving the endless spiritual tablet. However, in the huge ancestral hall, there was only one person.
nor.
It was already late at night, and Ning Xiangruo was very curious. Where had the mysterious old man who guarded the ancestral hall gone?
Ning Xiangruo searched every place and every piece of yellow cloth, but she really couldn't find the old man.
Just when she was about to go back, her eyes fell on the top of the huge mystery case.
The sacred table is filled with the spiritual tablets of the Cangyun Patriarchs of the past generations. On the top of the spiritual tablets, there is a painting of an old man with immortal style and elegant demeanor. It is the portrait of Cangyunzi, the first generation founder of Cangyun Sect.
Ning Xiangruo's eyes were staring at the painting at the moment.
It can be seen that the painter who made this painting must be a master of painting. He painted Cangyunzi so lifelike and lifelike, as if the person in the painting could come out at any time.
In the upper left corner of the painting, there are four inscriptions and postscripts.
The universe of heaven and earth, yin and yang and the five elements.
The sword of immortality protects my blue clouds.
Ning Xiangruo has seen this painting countless times, but this time, it seems different from before.
Because the painting is hung in the center, as long as you stand in front of the sacred table, you can feel the kind eyes of Patriarch Cangyunzi looking at you.
Tonight, Ning Xiangruo did not feel the look of compassion for the world.
Taking a closer look, Ning Xiangruo found that the painting was hanging crookedly. Although the tilt angle was not large, it was indeed hung crookedly.
Cangyunzi is the founder of Cangyun Sect, and the portraits hanging in the ancestral hall will never be tilted. The only possibility is that someone has touched the painting recently.
In the dead of night, the mysterious old man guarding the ancestral hall was nowhere to be found, and the portrait of the ancestor in the ancestral hall was touched, which made Ning Xiangruo feel bad.
She tapped her toes lightly on the floor, and her body, like a boneless catkin, slowly flew up and came to the front of the painting. She reached out and gently touched the huge scroll.
The painting is very clean and spotless. Apparently the old man who guards the ancestral hall often cleans the painting.
Ning Xiangruo slowly opened the scroll, and there was indeed a mechanism on the wall behind it. A black and white Tai Chi diagram was on the wall to the north of the portrait.
The Tai Chi picture on the wall is not painted, but carved like jade. I don’t know where the ancestors of Cangyun Sect found this piece of jade that is completely natural and looks like Yin Yang Pisces Tai Chi.
Ning Xiangruo's hand slowly rubbed the Tai Chi diagram. Suddenly, a suction force came from the jade. Ning Xiangruo was shocked. She only felt a stream of true energy in her palm, and was sucked into the Tai Chi jade uncontrollably.
Just when she was about to leave, the suction force suddenly disappeared without a trace.
