Facing the door of the ancestral hall is a huge sacred table. The wood in the entire hall seems to be made of golden nanmu. Only the table seems to be the legendary Kunlun sacred wood. There is no gold paint on the light yellow wood.
It reflected a faint golden light under the candlelight.
If you sell this table alone, the price will be a horrifying astronomical figure.
There are two incense burners on the sacred table, one big and one small. The big one is like a three-legged bronze tripod, with three incense sticks as thick as arms and four or five feet long. It is estimated that it will not be able to burn such a big tap in three to five months.
fragrant.
In front of the big incense burner, there is a smaller incense burner, which is filled with about half of the fine Zen incense burnt. The curls of green smoke gather on the roof, forming a light smoke, surging gently, like Cangyun Gate.
The souls of the ancestors of all generations are really breathing in the scent of these incense.
Yun Qiyou didn't see anyone in the ancestral hall, and the person who just spoke seemed not to be there.
She didn't care, and walked straight to the altar, pulled out three fine Zen incense sticks from the oil paper bag next to the incense burner, lit them in the candlelight, then held the incense sticks in front of her chest, and respectfully faced the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of all generations.
I bowed three times and finally inserted the three fine Zen incense sticks in my hand into the small incense burner on the sacred table.
When she finished all this meticulously, suddenly the deep voice sounded again, saying: "I remember you, you are Yun Qiyou."
Yun Qiyou turned around and saw an old man walking out from behind a yellow curtain on the side of the ancestral hall. He couldn't tell whether he was an old man or a wife. He had a rickety waist and a black dagger in his right hand and a small knife in his left hand.
A half-carved god tablet, those turbid eyes looked at Yun Qiyou quietly.
He remembered Yun Qiyou, and Yun Qiyou also remembered him. He didn't know his name, and he didn't know whether he was a boy or a girl. When he first came to the ancestor's ancestral hall ten years ago, this person was here.
When I came here years ago, he was still here.
He still looked old and almost dead, but he seemed to be unable to die.
The old man who was guarding the ancestor's ancestral hall slowly walked up to Yun Qiyou and said: "No one has come to this place for a long, long time. In the past, the incense was still very popular. In the past hundred years, I heard that the Cangyun Sect has grown in strength.
No one will come to worship these dead people."
Yun Qiyou glanced at the half-engraved spiritual tablet in the old man's hand and said, "What are you doing? I haven't heard of that senior becoming an immortal and passing away recently."
The old man grinned and said: "Everyone can use it. It's not a bad thing to carve a few more spiritual tablets. I'd rather store more of this than not find it when I use it. Are you right?"
This is a strange old man, a strange old man with no identity.
Finally, a guest came tonight. The old man seemed a little happy. He dragged a small stove from the side with tea boiling on it. He motioned Yun Qiyou to sit on the futon and poured Yun Qiyou a cup of tea.
Yun Qiyou took it, sniffed it gently, and said with some surprise: "Southern Xinjiang black tea? Not many people like to drink this kind of bitter tea in China."
The old man made a sound and said: "Jingshui taught a good disciple who can smell bitter tea. It's amazing."
Yun Qiyou said: "Although my master is very accomplished in tea art, he never drinks this kind of bitter tea. Two years ago, I met an old man from Cangyun Sect and stayed with him for several months.
, his old man likes to drink this kind of tea very much, and I also learned from him that this kind of bitter tea comes from Shiwanda Mountain in southern Xinjiang."
The old man was suddenly enlightened and said: "I see, after all the hardship comes the sweetness. Some people don't understand this truth, so they like fragrant tea without too much bitterness. Only some elderly people like bitter tea. What they taste is not tea, but this
A life of bitterness."
Yun Qiyou didn't drink the tea in the cup. He sniffed it for a few times and put it gently beside him. After listening to the old man's words, he suddenly felt that there seemed to be other meanings in the old man's words. It was as if he had experienced great suffering in his life.
When the old man saw Yun Qiyou looking at him, he suddenly laughed hoarsely and said: "You are very upset. You came to the back mountain alone late at night. You must be unhappy. Look at your age. You are in the prime of life."
, when you first started to fall in love, you were troubled by the love affair between your children, right?"
Yun Qiyou was stunned for a moment, then a trace of pain flashed in his eyes, and he said, "How did you see it?"
The old man smiled and said: "I have been young, and I understand the thoughts of children more or less. Of course, the most important thing is the dust-cutting sword you have. It is said that this sword contains a terrible curse about the love between men and women.
A terrible curse."
This time Yun Qiyou was really surprised. She knew very well that even her master didn't know about the curses of Zhan Chen and Wu Feng. How could the old man guarding the ancestor's ancestral hall know the secret of this sword?
The old man suddenly said mysteriously: "Do you know the real secret of this sword?"
Yun Qiyou shook his head and said: "The real secret? Do you know it?"
The old man said: "This sword contains a big secret. Few people in the entire Cangyun Sect know this secret. Four thousand years ago, the Patriarch Cangyunzi gave this sword to his only female disciple, Fairy Qingluan.
Qingluan relied on this sword to defeat Yue Zhiyin, but then she sealed the sword in the sword pool and left a message that the Cangyun Sect would not unlock the seal of the sword until there was a life and death crisis. The sword was at the bottom of the sword pool.
, has been sealed for more than three thousand years. Until eight hundred years ago, Cangyun fell. In order to revive Cangyun's prestige, the thirty-fourth generation head of Cangyun Sect unlocked the seal of this sword and took out this sword. From then on,
In the past eight hundred years, there have been three owners of this sword, but each owner has never lived past two hundred years. You are the fourth generation owner after breaking the seal. Be careful. Although the power of this sword is unparalleled in the world, it is
His murderous intent is also unstoppable."
Yun Qiyou stood up suddenly and said, "What do you mean by this?"
The old man said: "Everyone thinks that Zhan Chen is an immortal magic weapon from the Immortal Family. In fact, they are wrong. Otherwise, why did Qingluan seal this sword back then? Qingluan's cultivation is not as good as that of Yueshi Yin. Why did he end up with it?
Can you defeat Yuezhi Yin? All the secrets are in the Zhanchen Divine Sword. As the leader of Cangyun, Yu Jizi knows this secret. When he taught you Zhanchen, didn’t he tell you that this sword is actually
Is it the most ferocious demon sword in the world?"
"nonsense!"
Yun Qiyou said these two words coldly, then turned and left.
But the old man's voice slowly came out from the ancestor's ancestral hall behind him, saying: "Three lives and seven generations of enemies, nine thousand nine hundred years of reincarnation, Zhan Chen and Wu Feng drank on the day the sword was made.
After countless blood, Fairy Duan Nian became obsessed with one thought and held this sword to kill the world. In order to increase the power of this sword, Su Qinglian integrated the seven-star black crystal inherited by the evil god and Xu Xiaoya's descendants into Zhan Chen, which greatly increased Zhan Chen's magic power.
That magic power is sealed in Zhan Chen's sword body, and the seal has begun to become unstable. Once the magic power breaks through the seal, you will be doomed and will fall into Hell forever! The evil magic power of the seven-star black crystal cannot be resisted by you. Remember, remember
