Tang Yinsheng's father, Tang Shaoyang, had been a guest of the Zhang family for decades. At that time, the Zhang family was weak and did not have the power to search for and open up the spiritual objects of the Purple Mansion for him.
Tang Shaoyang barely broke through the bottleneck once, and passed away quickly after being seriously injured.
Tang Yinsheng grew up in the Zhang family and was raised by his mother. He became a disciple of Zhang Zhixuan only after he was thirty years old. It has now been eighty years.
Master Zhang Zhixuan was also very pleased to see Tang Yansheng open up the Purple Mansion. He nodded and said: "After several years of seclusion, Yansheng finally got what he wanted. During the years when you made breakthroughs in seclusion, the sect's power has been shrinking. You
The ashes of my parents were also moved from Heishan to the Zhang Family Cemetery in Tiantai Peak. Since you have opened the Zi Mansion, this time you will go back to pay homage to Fellow Taoist Tang and comfort his spirit in heaven."
Zhang Zhixuan took out two fourth-level magic weapons from the storage bag, handed the Xuanhuo Sword to Tang Yinsheng, and gave the Golden Rhinoceros Lamp to Wu Ruibao.
Both of these are fourth-level high-grade magic weapons with extraordinary quality and a value of around 20,000 spirit stones.
Zhang Zhixuan's previous gifts to his disciples and relatives were usually mostly fourth-level low-grade magic weapons.
The main reason why he showed so much concern for the two of them this time was that they did not rely on his external force to break through the Zi Mansion.
Tang Yansheng's parents were both foundation-building monks, and they left him a fortune during his lifetime.
He is a spiritual root monk, and he is better than Kang Duhe in terms of luck and backing. He used Ziyang Nuanyu for his first breakthrough and opened the Zifu in one go.
Tang Yisheng prepared all the spiritual objects he needed to open up the Zifu by himself. Apart from the techniques and experience guidance, this disciple succeeded in cultivating to this point without Zhang Zhixuan having to worry about it.
Wu Ruibao is cared for by his father and has his own Taoist heritage. He can be regarded as an art master, and he doesn't need Zhang Zhixuan's help to open up the Zi Mansion.
He always treated his disciple Zhang Zhixuan equally, so he gave them a fine magical weapon.
Although he himself knew that the Wu brothers and sisters did not lack magical weapons to protect the Tao, if the golden rhinoceros lamp was in Wu Ruibao's hands, it was likely that the pearl would be covered in dust and might not be of its intended use.
Except for Yu Wancheng, all five of his disciples have arrived. Before the retreat, Zhang Zhixuan always fulfills his responsibility as a teacher and explains to them some problems in the exercises and experience in cultivation.
After just talking for a few days, Zhang Zerui hurried to his cave. Soon Sihong and Lan Niang came in a hurry. Sihong's face turned gray and he couldn't hide the sadness in his heart.
Seeing the state of the three of them, Zhang Zhixuan felt bad and blurted out: "What's wrong? What happened? Is it Sijin or Tonghuaai?"
Although the Zhang family has developed rapidly in recent years, many young monks in the foundation-building period have emerged, and the older ones have also reached the last moment of their lives.
Si Jin, Tong Huai is already very old, more than ten years older than the patriarch, and he may leave Hexi at any time.
Yuantai, Guangyang, and Shenggao are also over 200 years old. They are also considered to have long lives and may leave at any time.
Even Ze Rui, who is born under the name Ze, is almost 190 years old.
Although they are relatives of Zhang Zhixuan, their spiritual roots and opportunities are not good enough, and Zhang Zhixuan is not able to support them to the Zi Mansion.
Zhang Zerui knelt on his knees, kowtowed to Zhang Zhixuan, and cried: "Reporting to our ancestors, old Aunt Sijin passed away yesterday!"
Upon hearing the news, Zhang Zhixuan was stunned.
He is young and mature, and his relationship with his brothers is not close.
When he was young, the people who had the closest relationship with him in the family, besides Qing Chan and Han Yan, were the old patriarch and several uncles.
When he was in his prime and opened the Zi Mansion, his right-hand men were his nephews and nephews like Si Dao, Si Hong and Si Jin.
Sijin's generation of monks had many interactions with Zhang Zhixuan. He watched them grow up, taught them carefully when they were young, and also helped them when they were building foundations.
They experienced the war in Chaoyin Mountain together, participated in battle after battle, and spent a hundred years in ignorance.
They have similar temperaments, and their relationship is much closer than that of brothers of the same generation.
By the time he came back from Qingli Sea to form a golden elixir, he actually had very little contact with the low-level monks in his family.
In the eyes of these young family monks, this ancestor has become a family legend and reduced to a symbol-like figure.
The feelings between them are so minimal that they might not be recognized even if they meet by chance on the road.
The news of Si Jin's death immediately made Zhang Zhixuan feel a wave of sadness.
In his mind, he suddenly recalled the old patriarch and the faces of his ninth uncle, fourth uncle, fifteenth uncle, Aunt Meng Qin, etc.
Even the voice, appearance, and smile of his father, who was vague in his memory, could be clearly remembered in an instant.
Zhang Zhixuan's life span is already 260 years old. After more than 200 years, his relatives in childhood and the friends he made in youth have long since passed away.
Even the younger members of the family who were younger than him could not survive the baptism of time and sat in front of him one after another.
How depressing is this feeling? How uncomfortable?
Zhang Zhixuan suppressed the emotions in his heart, put down the jade slips in his hands, and said to several disciples: "That's it for today. I have family matters to deal with, so you can go about your own business!"
After seeing off several disciples, Zhang Zhixuan sent the transmission talisman to Qing Chan and Han Yan, and then took the Zhang family's three purple mansions and a dozen foundation-building monks to ride the teleportation array back to the underground cave in Lingjing Mountain.
After Zerui opened the Zifu, the Tiantai Peak family was already guarded by Zifu monks.
Because Zerui has practiced the Chunyang Book and can get guidance from Zhang Zhixuan, he does not need to rely on the Qingxuan Sect's help in his skills.
However, in terms of cultivation resources, the Tiantai Peak family is not yet able to produce Zifu-level spiritual objects.
Ze Rui could only follow Zhang Zhixuan and others and become a guest minister of Qingxuan Sect, but most of his focus was still on his family.
Before Si Jin's death, he prepared for him to take over his position and even wrote letters to communicate with Zhang Zhixuan.
But Zerui didn't want to go beyond Sijin, an old aunt.
Now that Sijin has passed away, although in terms of seniority, there are still a few people in the family who are ahead of Zerui.
However, their bodies were trembling and it seemed that they could not hold on for long.
For the sake of the stability of the family, the next acting patriarch must be Zerui.
After Zhang Zhixuan returned to Tiantai Peak, he looked at Si Jin's old face, turned to Tong Huai and asked, "Did your aunt leave any last words?"
Tong Huai is a few years older than Si Jin. He already walks hobbled and speaks with slurred speech. He may turn into a handful of loess at any time.
Tong Huai has a meticulous personality and basically makes no mistakes when assisting the Sijin housekeeper. In recent years, Tiantai Peak has basically been run by two elderly monks.
"Reporting to my uncle, Aunt Sijin was stronger than me a few days ago. Unexpectedly, she left as soon as I woke up without leaving any words."
Zhang Zhixuan looked at Sijin's peaceful remains and sighed: "It is a blessing to be able to die peacefully on the bed in this life.
Not even half of our elders can die on the bed of old age. Even my father has no bones left. Most of the elders buried in the cemetery are in graves. Their bones are left outside, and there is no trace of them.