Chapter 1565 Ancestral Tomb, Fainted Ancestor
Hearing the disciple's cry, the sect leader Wang Hengzhi frowned slightly.
This is the location of the ancestral tomb.
If a corpse appears, it must be some ancestor.
Wang Hengzhi did not dare to show any slightness.
He quickly walked forward.
I saw a young man appearing next to an ancestral grave.
Of course, they cannot really regard youth as youth.
Many ancestors basically retain their youthful appearance.
"Take a look, is there still breath?" someone said.
"I'll check it myself," Wang Hengzhi replied.
He was half kneeling on the ground, feeling the young man's breath.
The spiritual energy around him was surging.
The cyan aura wrapped around Xu Zimo's entire body.
"There is still breath," Wang Hengzhi shouted happily.
He poured all his spiritual energy into Xu Zimo's body, hoping to heal Xu Zimo's injuries.
But he has this bit of aura.
Compared with Xu Zimo, he is just a drop of water in the deep sea.
The mud in the deep beach is not worth mentioning.
After a while, Wang Hengzhi turned pale.
Because the spiritual energy in his body has been exhausted, but it has no effect.
He stood up, his body was in a daze, and he almost fell to the ground.
"Sect Master," the disciple next to him quickly helped him.
"Is this our ancestor?" someone asked curiously.
"I don't know," Wang Hengzhi shook his head.
"I can't even find out whether he is alive or dead."
He frowned.
"There is obviously breath, but he just doesn't wake up.
It’s like he’s been sleeping forever.”
"What should we do?" the elder next to him asked.
"Who knows whether we are friends or foes?
If he is an evil person, if we save him, we are afraid that the Zhenwu Sect will be destroyed."
"No, he appeared at the ancestral grave of the Zhenwu Saint Sect.
I believe he must be a destined person from our Zhenwu Holy Sect," Wang Hengzhi replied.
"Save him back."
Wang Hengzhi waved.
Facing a woman not far away, he ordered: "Yu'er, this... fellow Taoist will be left in your care."
Wang Hengzhi originally wanted to call him ancestor.
But after all, the young man's identity was unknown, so he still called him Taoist friend.
The full name of Yu'er in his mouth is Deng Linyu.
She is a saint of Zhenwu Sect's generation.
"Master, you want me to take care of him?" Deng Linyu was stunned.
He looked at Xu Zimo's motionless figure.
He said with some disgust: "I still have to practice and I don't have time to take care of him."
"This is an order," Wang Hengzhi frowned and scolded.
Deng Linyu pursed his lips, feeling a little aggrieved and bursting into tears.
Seeing her like this, Wang Hengzhi also had a headache.
It's all his fault, he was too tolerant of this disciple, and now there's nothing he can do to her.
"If niece Deng doesn't want to, forget it," the core elder next to her tried to smooth things over.
He said with a smile: "This person's identity is unknown. Who knows if he has anything to do with our Zhenwu Sect."
"In my opinion, it's better to find someone else."
"Master, this disciple is willing to take care of him."
At this time, a weak voice came from the side.
Everyone turned to look.
Xiao Anan, the great elder's direct disciple, actually took the initiative to speak.
Upon hearing this, the great elder was so angry that he almost bled.
Why is this disciple so unsatisfied?
He was comforting his sect leader just now, but in the blink of an eye, it turns out that the clown is actually me.
"Great Elder, since An An is willing, then I'll let her take care of her," Wang Hengzhi said.
"Sect Master, this girl An An is talking nonsense," the great elder showed a smile that was uglier than crying.
"Master, I'm not talking nonsense," Xiao An'an looked at the young man in front of her.
He said doubtfully: "I don't know why, but I feel a sense of intimacy when I look at him."
The great elder was helpless.
There's really nothing he can do against this disciple.
Because this disciple is not only his disciple, but also his granddaughter.
He couldn't fight anymore.
You can't even scold me.
"I don't care anymore," the elder angrily walked away.
Wang Hengzhi smiled.
He ordered someone to build a wheelchair and helped Xu Zimo up.
The woman named Xiao Anan was standing by.
Wang Hengzhi smiled and said: "If you have any requests, you can just ask them.
The sect will all help you."
Xiao An'an nodded slightly, and it was obvious that she was a little reticent.
He is the kind of person who doesn't like to talk much.
"No requirements," Xiao Anan shook her head.
Wang Hengzhi also left afterwards.
Because today is the time to worship ancestors.
Therefore, Wang Hengzhi has to take charge of the overall situation.
Seeing Wang Hengzhi leaving, Deng Linyu came to Xiao Anan's side.
He advised: "Junior Sister An'an, are you stupid?
This person's identity is unknown. If he is paralyzed like this for the rest of his life, don't you have to take care of him for the rest of his life?
Listen to senior sister and don't delay yourself.
I will go talk to Master now."
"It's okay," Xiao An'an shook her head weakly.
Explained: "Sister, I don't know why.
I feel that he is very kind.
I'll take care of it first.
If he is really paralyzed for the rest of his life, I will... I will take care of him for the rest of his life."
"Silly girl, don't regret it," Deng Linyu said helplessly.
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And on the other side.
Wang Hengzhi has ordered dozens of disciples to start placing worship items in front of the thousands of ancestors' graves.
Today's Zhenwu Sect is completely in decline.
Just from the number of disciples, it can be seen that there are only a few dozen disciples in such a large sect.
However, these disciples are loyal to the sect.
Everyone is friendly to each other and there is little intrigue.
The atmosphere in the sect is very good.
Wang Hengzhi's figure came to an ancestral grave.
That ancestral grave is actually very inconspicuous among so many ancestral graves.
The owner of this ancestral tomb is named Wang Qianhe.
He is known as the old man Qianhe.
Perhaps compared with other ancestral tombs, this old man Qianhe is actually not ranked high in terms of strength and qualifications.
But for Wang Hengzhi, the old man Qianhe is the one he respects the most.
Because no matter how strong the other ancestors are, he has never seen them.
But Old Man Qianhe was his master.
He placed the fruits for worship, lit the incense, and then knelt down to worship.
"Master, Master, back then you always sighed and recalled going west to me.
How glorious the Zhenwu Holy Sect once was.
The disciples also went through untold hardships and rebuilt the Zhenwu Sect.
But everything is so difficult.
Let alone rebuilding its glory, the disciples don’t know how long this Zhenwu Sect can last.
If you know something under the spring, I hope you can protect our sect."
After Wang Hengzhi finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.
At this moment, the sound of drumming came from not far away from Zhenwuzong.
Wang Hengzhi's expression changed slightly.
Because he knew that the disciples would beat the drum only when the sect encountered a formidable enemy.
"What's going on?" an elder said with a frown.
"Go and see if something big happens?"
All the disciples were talking about it.
Wang Hengzhi took the lead and walked quickly towards the entrance of the sect.
As for Xiao Anan, she pushed the wheelchair made by Xu Zimo and followed closely behind.
This chapter has been completed!
