"I would like to ask this brother to tell you that Mr. Shi wants to meet Qin Zhenzhuan. Can you be accommodating?"
In front of the gorgeous manor gate, a middle-aged man wearing a purple and blue brocade robe said politely.
"Young Master will not see any foreign guests for the time being, please come back!"
The guard at the door declined politely.
"When can I meet Mr. Qin?"
"I want to see the young master, but I just have a chance."
The guard at the door smiled slightly and took out a pale invitation card.
The middle-aged man looked puzzled. He took the invitation and opened it. He saw it read: "On the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, Mr. Qin worships his ancestors! I received the invitation and came to watch the ceremony!"
"This is..." the middle-aged man asked.
"Isn't it clearly written on the invitation?
Mr. Qin will pay homage to his ancestors on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month! Those of you who have received invitations can come and observe the ceremony."
"I see."
Only then did the middle-aged man realize, "Thank you so much, brother! I will definitely not be absent on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month to worship ancestors!"
Scenes like this happened many times in the next few days.
Any family or force that comes to ask for an audience will be politely rejected by the guard at the door, and then given an invitation, inviting them to come and watch the ceremony on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month.
After getting the invitation letter, I naturally came home with a full load.
Regardless of whether it is about ancestor worship, it is a good thing to have the opportunity to see Qin Zhenzhuan.
It's just that the pale white color of the invitation and the weird patterns on it looked a bit unsightly, which made them a little panicked.
However, when I thought about it, it seemed normal for people to worship their ancestors in such a solemn and solemn manner.
"Qin Zhenzhuan wants to worship ancestors on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month?
Are his ancestors also in Tianyuan City?
Could it be that he is from Tianyuan City himself?"
Everyone was talking a lot.
"Tianyuan City, surnamed Qin, my god, is he really that good-for-nothing Qin Ming?"
"How is that possible? Don't be kidding! It's definitely not the same person, I bet!"
"That's definitely not the same person.
Do you really believe it?
Haha..." At this time, those family forces who had been invited were all getting ready, planning to use every possible means to please this new true disciple of Liuyun Sect on the eighteenth day of the first lunar month, the day of ancestor worship.
Some give rare treasures, some give beautiful women, or simply offer their own daughters. If Qin Zhenzhuan likes them, they can reach the sky in one step.
Of course, there are also many young people who are not convinced and plan to find an opportunity to challenge Qin Ming that day.
Even if you fail, as long as you perform well, it will be enough to become famous.
In fact, not only the young people, but also the older ones are also ready to take action to try for this fame.
If you are lucky and accidentally defeat Qin Zhenzhuan, it will be powerful in all directions! As a result, some masters came near Tianyuan City and entered the city to wait, planning to worship their ancestors on the day of Qin Ming Dynasty.
Launch a challenge.
Suddenly, the storm was coming and the whole building was full of wind! The entire Tianyuan City was actually overcrowded, and the atmosphere became more and more solemn, as if it was the eve of a war.
Many families felt this tense atmosphere and couldn't help but frown.
There seems to be something wrong with this atmosphere.
It's not that I discovered Qin Ming's true identity, but I feel that so many people are rushing to challenge Qin Ming. Wouldn't it be inappropriate if they disrupt the ancestor worship?
If Qin Zhen is displeased, everyone will be unlucky together.
"Forget it, if someone really makes trouble then, it will be our chance to show off! If we perform well, won't we have a chance to gain Qin Ming's attention?"
"Dad, why are you so flattering to that Qin Ming?
Isn't he just a little kid?
The spread is amazing, maybe it’s not as good as me!”
Some young people are not convinced.
"Damn it! Qin Zhenzhuan's famous name is not something you shout about at will?
If you dare to challenge me and disturb the good things, I will stop you if I don’t come home!"
...Soon, the eighteenth day of the first lunar month finally arrived.
Many family forces, as well as those who thought they were powerful, came to Qin Ming's newly built gorgeous manor.
At this time, the door has been opened.
Everyone took the invitation and entered the manor.
"Finally I can see Qin Zhenzhuan! Haha, I wonder how elegant it will be!"
"Qin Zhenzhen's talent is much more powerful than Chu Feng of the Cangtian Sword Sect! He will definitely become a supreme powerhouse in the future. If he is cured of in advance, the benefits are unimaginable!"
They entered the manor with excitement.
It turned out that the decoration in the manor was completely white, and there were pairs of elegiac couplets posted on the roadside.
Countless white sacrificial papers were scattered on the ground.
The strong wind blows, and the white sacrificial paper blows and flies, filling the atmosphere with a solemn atmosphere.
"I don't know why, but when I walked in here, I felt like I was getting chills all over."
"Yeah, my legs seem to be shaking."
"It must be that Qin Zhenzhuan's aura is so powerful that it scares us so much that our hearts tremble. This is normal. There is no need to be afraid!"
They continued to walk forward, and soon a tall altar appeared in front of them.
At this time, Qin Ming was sitting on the top of the altar, with his back to everyone.
At the same time, there were countless spiritual tablets placed on the altar, and candles and incense were burning in front of the altar.
However, these spiritual tablets are all covered by a white cloth at this time, and the specific names cannot be seen clearly.
Everyone looked at Qin Ming's back and felt a chill.
"What a terrible smell! I feel an endless chill! It feels like my body is about to be frozen and torn apart!"
"Don't be afraid! Qin Zhenzhuan is overly sad. These murderous intentions are not against us!"
The arrival of everyone did not make Qin Ming turn around, his back was still facing them.
"Meet Qin Zhenzhuan!"
Everyone saluted one after another.
"Welcome everyone to come and watch the ceremony. Qin is very grateful! Please wait for a while for all the guests to arrive before we can carry out the ancestor worship ceremony!"
Qin Ming's voice came, with a faint tone, as if coming from under the Nine Netherworld.
"yes!"
They stood there and waited quietly.
There were so many people, but no one spoke, and the whole place was silent.
Deathly silence.
Everyone felt uncomfortable. The atmosphere and layout here made people feel terrified.
Originally, some people planned to step forward to challenge Qin Ming, but seeing this situation, they suppressed their fighting spirit.
After the first shot, they decided to take another look at the situation.
See if Leng Touqing is the first to challenge, and see what Qin Zhenchuan's strength and temper are like.
After waiting for a long time, family forces came one by one, and finally everyone arrived.
A total of more than thirty family forces have gathered together, and almost everyone with names in Tianyuan City has arrived.
In addition, there are some loose cultivators and powerful figures who came uninvited! Altogether, there are hundreds of people! "Are they all here?"
Qin Ming asked.
"We're all here!"
"Very well, back off and close the door!"
"yes!"
For a moment, I heard only rumbling sounds around me.
Everyone was shocked and realized that the entire manor had been surrounded by formations.
Moreover, the door is closed tightly, and you can't get out even if you want to.
Many people had a bad premonition in their hearts, but they still believed in Qin Zhenzhuan's reputation and did not panic.
Besides, there are so many masters here, even if they have formations, they won't dare to mess around.
"The underworld and the nine secluded places can summon souls and lead them! Three souls and seven souls can gather souls to become gods.
Joining the gods and searching for spirits, they become one body! The soul has been formed, and all the spirits have returned to their places..." Qin Ming sang an ancient and vast sacrificial poem and began to worship the souls of the dead.
Everyone could only suppress the discomfort in their hearts and listen quietly to Qin Ming's voice, which echoed around the altar in the empty manor, creating ripples in circles.
A quarter of an hour later, Qin Ming finally stopped singing and waved his hand, and the white cloth covering the spiritual throne in front of him floated down.
The name on the spiritual tablet was revealed! Everyone looked closely and saw the name on the spiritual tablet clearly, and they suddenly shouted: "How is that possible!"