After Ye Xiaochuan left Uncle Yu Jizi's study, he always felt that something was wrong.
In his mind, the last words of Master Yu Jizi kept echoing.
What does it mean that young people like me should shoulder the heavy responsibilities of Cangyun Sect in the future?
Is this a hint? Or a hint? Or a hint?
Ye Xiaochuan stood on the bluestone path and looked back at the antique buildings behind him. He didn't know how he left the study or the yard.
He sighed, a little emotional, but more sentimental.
He wanted to go back and lock himself in his own small room, but he was also worried that Baili Yuan's group of people in the yard had not left yet, so he walked aimlessly on Samsara Peak.
Familiar mountain scenery, familiar trails, familiar night breeze, familiar Zen fragrance, familiar figures...
It was a haggard old woman standing in front of the door, holding a broken broom in her hand and wearing a blue linen garment that had been mended hundreds of times.
He looked at the old woman with eyes full of doubts about life, and the old woman looked at him with muddy eyes that could see through reincarnation.
Ye Xiaochuan was horrified, and then he realized that he had arrived at the Houshan Patriarch's Ancestral Hall in a daze. It was impossible. With his current behavior, it was impossible for him to be at a loss because of what Uncle Yu Jizi said.
You don’t know it, but you must know that from the front mountain to the back mountain, if you don’t fly in the air or use your body skills, you must at least walk along the bluestone path.
Walk for an hour.
Ye Xiaochuan looked up at the moon. It was already Haishi. If he remembered correctly, it was Xushi when he left Master Yu Jizi's room. He really walked on Samsara Peak in a daze for more than an hour.
On this long road, his memory was very vague and he seemed to be unable to recall anything.
"Could it be that I met the flowery arm that patted flowers?"
Ye Xiaochuan muttered secretly in his heart.
He heard that in the world of mortals, there was a group of traffickers who abducted girls and children from good families. As long as they tapped each other on the shoulder, they would lose their consciousness and leave him.
Ye Xiaochuan felt that what he had just experienced was roughly the same as the situation of the children photographed in Huaziguai.
He looked at the old woman and said, "Senior Xiaoyu, don't tell me that I came here on my own. Your methods are quite powerful. I admire you. I admire you."
Yao Xiaoyu doesn't have this ability, but the weird little beast with a big head and big eyes hiding behind her does.
The nightmare beast was laughing, but Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be blind, unable to see the little beast so close.
Yao Xiaoyu said nothing and walked into the ancestral hall carrying a broom.
Ye Xiaochuan hesitated and followed in.
It seems that nothing has changed in the ancestor's ancestral hall for thousands of years. There are countless ever-burning candles, countless huge plates of Zen incense, countless spiritual tablets with people's names written on them, and the lingering green smoke still gathers on the roof.
Some people say that the green smoke is incense. Ye Xiaochuan took out three fine Zen incense sticks from the cloth bag on the sacred table, lit it on the candle next to it, stood in front of the sacred table, and respectfully faced the Cangyun Gate.
The Patriarch bowed three times very devoutly, bending his waist ninety degrees with each bow.
, and then inserted the three incense sticks into the incense burner on the divine table.
Yao Xiaoyu stood behind him and said slowly: "You have indeed grown up. You used to come here to steal the offerings on the table, but now you still know how to give them to the ancestor..."
Her words stopped her, because when Ye Xiaochuan turned around, he had a big apple in his left hand and a banana in his right hand.
Ye Xiaochuan gnawed on the apple and said, "Senior Xiaoyu, what did you say?"
Yao Xiaoyu smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't say anything."
Ye Xiaochuan said: "Oh." He began to rummage through the boxes and cabinets in the ancestral hall. Behind a yellow curtain, he found a dozen large boxes. When he opened them, he saw that in each box there were countless blank spiritual tablets neatly stacked.
These are the little demon fish that have been doing nothing for thousands of years.
The carvings are estimated to last the Cangyun Sect for thousands of years.
After all, not every Cangyun Sect disciple is qualified to enshrine his soul in the ancestral hall after his death and enjoy the incense of future generations of disciples. Only the important elders of the Cangyun Sect have this qualification.
Ye Xiaochuan gnawed on an apple, picked up a blank spiritual tablet, and said, "Senior Xiaoyu, do you think I will lie here after I die? Will I use the spiritual tablet you carved?" said Yao Xiaoyu.
: "You are now a third-level elder. As long as you go one step further, you will be a fourth-level elder. According to the regulations of Cangyun Sect, in addition to being enshrined in the front mountain ancestral hall, the fourth-level elder's spiritual tablet will also be enshrined in the back mountain ancestor's ancestral hall. This
a catastrophe
In this battle, you have made the most of your contribution. If we meet in April to make an alliance, you will definitely receive a big reward. Yu Jizi may make an exception and promote you to a fourth-level elder." Ye Xiaochuan grinned, but suddenly started to feel depressed again, saying
: "It is indeed a great honor to be enshrined here, but... But I am afraid of nightmares. I like beautiful women. When I face you all day long, your wrinkles are thicker than the bark of a thousand-year-old tree.
Thick old lady, how can I rest in peace? You'd better change back to your true form, I have seen your true form."
Yao Xiaoyu used to always wonder why so many girls always liked to beat Ye Xiaochuan.
Now she understands, because she wants to punch someone right now.
She is a fox demon, a gentle fox demon, and she has to pay attention to her methods when beating people.
For example, at this moment, Ye Xiaochuan got up from the ground, covering the aching back of his head, and looked around in confusion.
He said: "What happened just now? How could I fall?"
The demon little fish shook his head.
When Ye Xiaochuan came to his senses again, he was lying on the ground. This time, it wasn't the back of his head that hurt, but his butt.
He shouted: "What's going on!"
The demon little fish still shook his head.
The next moment, Yao Xiaoyu twisted Ye Xiaochuan's ears.
When Ye Xiaochuan came to his senses again, he was squatting under the table of the magic case, covering his sore ears.
He poked his head out from under the divine case and said in astonishment: "Why am I under the divine case?"
The demon little fish still shook his head.
Ye Xiaochuan crawled out, shrank his head, looked around warily, and said: "There is a ghost! This place is not clean!"
He ran out of the ancestral hall. He obviously ran out of the ancestral hall, but when he came to his senses, he was in the ancestral hall again.
Ye Xiaochuan realized something.
"Xuan Ying? Sister Xuan Ying, are you back? Say hello to me when you come back, so that I can go out three hundred miles to welcome you."
Ye Xiaochuan stood in the ancestral hall and shouted, while the nightmare beast on the sacred table rolled with laughter. Obviously, the strange things that happened to Ye Xiaochuan in the ancestral hall were all related to the nightmare beast.
My head was beaten by the little fish, my butt was kicked by the little fish, my ears were twisted by the little fish...
Everything was done by Yao Xiaoyu in front of Ye Xiaochuan, but Ye Xiaochuan could not remember anything, and that memory had disappeared. Who else could have such means in the Three Realms except the Nightmare Beast
