Chapter 1066: Five statues and three flowers gather on the top
The three-flower gathering is here!
Chen Fan and Wu Wentian looked at each other and felt nervous, but they both lowered their heads and did not dare to say anything.
Moving the remains of a real person was so big that even the Three Flowers Gathering could not sit still and had to come out to take a look. At that moment, five statues of Three Flowers Gathering appeared directly!
Three flowers gathered together, making the atmosphere here become depressed.
With a crash, I don’t know how many people knelt down in unison, shouting, “See you, ancestor!”
The void of the ancient land split open, and five figures flew out together with solemn expressions. They were five old men in white robes, black robes, red robes, gray robes, and brown robes. The auras emanating from their bodies were extremely scary.
Zuo Qingcheng was surprisingly among them.
Seeing these people, Wu Wentian lowered his head suddenly and clenched his fist hard. The veins on his neck and the back of his hands suddenly bulged.
His enemy!
Among these people were his life and death enemies! But he did not dare to attack!
Chen Fan turned his head for a moment and glanced at Wu Wentian with his peripheral vision. Wu Wentian lowered his head firmly. Chen Fan was a little worried, but he didn't dare to disturb him and silently withdrew his gaze again.
The five statues with three flowers gathered on the top flew down from top to bottom, and finally arrived in front of the cemetery with silver maple leaves. One by one, they landed solemnly in front of the real person's coffin.
The nineteen boys had already knelt down, and the Three Flowers Gathering bowed down, and then they all knelt down as well.
They dare not not bow to real people.
The real person is the pinnacle of the human race, commanding all races. From ancient times to the present, it is the real person generation after generation who has led the human race to overcome obstacles and achieve the unprecedented prosperity of the Northern Tribulation Star today.
It has been tens of thousands of years since the previous generation of real people fell, and the new generation of real people has not yet been born.
But the respect of the real person is still deeply imprinted in everyone's bone marrow.
No one dares to take it lightly.
The five statues and three flowers gathered together and stood up. Only then did the nineteen disciples dare to stand up. They carefully put the real person's coffin into the coffin and buried it. Finally, a tombstone was erected with four words engraved on it, "Xiaoyao Zhenren."
After doing this, these people stepped aside and said, "Okay, let's stop here." An old Taoist from Yanyang said in a deep voice, "Go and invite the famous teacher Liu Daodao to write an epitaph for the real person."
"Yes." A disciple next to him lowered his head, said solemnly, and immediately retreated.
With a quick glance, Yanyang Taoist said, "Those who want to come and pay homage can do so now. From now on, our Taizhang Taoist Temple will open its ancestral cemetery on Qingming Day every year. Monks above the Xuanying stage in the world can come in."
Meet the real person."
There was a slight commotion among the people outside the cemetery, and then the old man looked at Chen Fan and Wu Wentian, frowned slightly and said, "You two, follow me."
The old man said with a smile.
Chen Fan and Wu Wentian both had masks on their faces, so they couldn't see their true faces, but the old man didn't care. Everyone had secrets, and he wouldn't pry. Besides, they were just two Xuan Yings, so they weren't that big of a deal.
Make him afraid, no matter what secrets these two people have, he doesn't care.
Chen Fan just took a step forward and saw that Wu Wentian was not moving. Chen Fan stretched out his hand and pulled his sleeve. The veins on Wu Wentian's neck protruded sharply.
It's him! Chen Fan immediately realized that Fifth Wentian's enemy was this old man from Yanyang!
Chen Fan suddenly became very vigilant. Could the old man who could have plotted against Fifth Wentian like this? Could he be such a kind person on the surface?
"Let's go." Chen Fan said softly.
As soon as Chen Fan and the Fifth Question Genius left, many people came in and paid homage one after another outside the cemetery. People from the Golden Lion Valley and the Lunar Eclipse Sect, after paying homage one by one, had complex expressions on their faces and stood aside, "Hey."
Looking at the mausoleum, several people sighed together.
"It seems like this is the only way."
All the hard work has yielded nothing.
What no one noticed was that a man in black was paying homage at this moment. This man had a mediocre and unfamiliar face. He looked ordinary and did not attract anyone's attention. But when he raised his head, there was a deep look in his eyes.
Demonic energy and madness.
This man looked at the tombstone of Master Xiaoyao, and the corner of his mouth cracked with an incredible arc.
"You are right here, waiting for me."
...
In a main hall of Taizhang Taoist Temple, the master of the courtyard stood aside. Five statues and three flowers gathered on top. The three of them had gone back. Only old man Yanyang and Zuo Qingcheng were left sitting here, slowly sipping tea.
There was a faint scent of tea, and the two of them were not in a hurry, but Chen Fan and Wu Wentian were a little on pins and needles.
After blowing on the tea powder on the tea cup, the old man Yanyang said, "Where are you two from?"
"Back to senior," Chen Fan said, "The two of us are from Yuexuan Continent, and I once worshiped in the Giant Spirit Ancient Land."
"Oh." Old Man Yanyang nodded slowly. He was still new to Yunxuan Continent. He couldn't find out if Chen Fan said this. However, Chen Fan's words were half true and half false.
They found a 'Djinn Ancient Land' as a backer, which made them dare not act rashly.
"You must be 'Xu Ziqing'." Old Yanyang smiled. Chen Fan's previous words made him want to recruit because he heard a hint of rejection in his tone.
"You are young and promising. If I were not old, I would really like to accept you as my disciple. You are so young, you must be a 'hundred-year-old mysterious infant'?"
Chen Fan smiled modestly and did not answer the question.
"Haha, that seems to be it." Old Man Yanyang smiled, "Then your Excellency is probably a famous figure in the Giant Spirit Ancient Land. Not bad, not bad."
"In our Tianxuan Continent, there is a similar young talent, Holy Son Hunyuan! If there is a chance, I can introduce you to him."
His words seemed to put Chen Fan and Holy Son Hunyuan on exactly the same level.
Looking back more than ten years ago, no one took Chen Fan seriously. The Holy Son of Hunyuan stood out, standing proudly in the sky. In Taizhang Taoist Temple, he survived the Xuanying Tribulation in full view of everyone. What a glorious scene.
Now, I can compete with him.
Looking back on it, it really makes people feel that time flies by and is particularly sad.
"Thank you, Senior Yanyang, for your kindness." Chen Fan smiled and said, "If you have the chance, I will definitely get to know you."
Old Man Yanyang laughed and said, "In fact, this opportunity is not difficult. Saint Son of Hunyuan is in Taizhang Taoist Temple and is in retreat. When he hears about you, he will probably come out and compete with you!
"
Chen Fan and Wu Wentian looked at each other, their faces a little embarrassed.
What a coincidence? The person is right here?
"Okay, I won't joke with you anymore." Old Yanyang said with a smile and clapped his hands, "Xu Ziqing, you sent the remains of Master Xiaoyao. I, Taizhang Taoist Temple, really don't know how to thank you."
"Here is a small gift, I hope you don't mind."
As he said that, a maid in red came out from behind holding a red tray.