Chapter 199 Hidling

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In the pavilion outside the ancestral hall, the first person who came to the ancestral hall to worship the ancestral spirit card noticed that there was a man with a crescent waist in the pavilion rested. At first, someone would ask what the person with a waist in the gazebo was. Most of the people who could enter the ancestral ancestral hall had a good status in Kunlun. When asked about the pavilion When the person is, the inner disciple at the door will carefully answer that it is the person who cleans the ancestral hall. In the past, the ancestral ancestral ancestral hall was cleaned by the inner disciple, because one time an inner disciple accidentally fell the token to the ground, which violated the quietness of the ancestral hall and made the elder of the elders angry, so there was one more one in the ancestral hall. People.

Twenty years ago, this man cleaned the ancestral hall here. When there is no rest, this person will enter the simple room that belongs to him, close to the ancestral temple but not eye-catching. He closes the door silently and doesn't know what to do in it. There have been few people who have come to the ancestral ancestral hall for 20 years, so many people do not know the existence of this person. It's just that there are a lot of people in Kunlun, and it's normal not to know who.

Coincidentally, as long as someone comes to the ancestral temple, he can hardly see him, and even the several inner disciples who guard the door do not see him often. Except for the disciples who saw him in the first year, the other inner disciples just don't know his name, but occasionally hear the sand sweeping the floor in the ancestral ancestral hall. Shasheng, the disciple who saw his gatekeeper in those years, has now grown into a middle-aged strange uncle. The disciples who guard the door are different every year, so the disciples of the gatekeeper have been passed down from generation to generation. There is a real sweeper in the ancestral temple that has never appeared.

Fortunately, in the past 20 years, nothing has happened in the ancestral ancestral hall, so the man who sweeps the floor in the ancestral hall is gradually forgotten. However, when there is a change of gatekeeper disciples every year, the new disciples will put food in the open space outside the ancestral ancestral hall for a year, and the next day the food will disappear, so that it has been People who have never appeared are still alive.

Some disciples have mentioned the mysterious person in the ancestral hall of the ancestor's ancestral hall, but Kunlun has always had many rules, and there are countless masters of crouching tigers and hidden dragons. Others naturally guessed that the person in it should be a peerless master of the Presbyterian Church, staying in the ancestral ancestral hall to guard. As long as it involves the matter of the Presbyterian Church in Kunlun, disciples We didn't talk about it.

Today, the ancestral hall is very lively. Except for the elders and elders who came here, the old people who came here are talking about it in the open space outside the ancestral hall. No one has noticed the simple room next to the ancestral ancestral hall. There is no other possibility for the servants to live in that kind of small house, and it is really difficult to attract their attention.

The two inner disciples guarding the outside entrance are serious and more rigorous than ever. They are all big people inside. Don't show them to those people. In the future, the disciples who look at the gate here don't want to be lazy. They can fish in troubled waters at ordinary times, but they must not be taken lightly at the time of test.

There was no movement in the lonely hut next to the ancestral hall, and no one paid attention to it. These old people were resourceful. When talking and laughing, everyone was nervously guessing what happened in the back mountain. The ending of the last move of Jun Yifeng and the second elders, it was not good for them to see who lost or won, so they continued to avoid it. At the time of the trick, these old people all ran away in advance.

It seemed that the door of the cabin that had been closed all year round suddenly opened, and a strong cough came from the wooden house, which attracted the attention of everyone present. They did not expect that there were other people in the ancestral hall besides them. The coughing sounded out of thin air made everyone couldn't help it. He stopped talking and turned his eyes to the less conspicuous corner, and a simple hut appeared in front of them.

"What is this?"

An old man was puzzled. In his impression, there seemed to be an additional building here. He had not come to the ancestral temple for 30 years. When did the hut be there, and who lived in it?

Another old man who came to the ancestral temple twenty years ago and was lucky enough to meet that person was puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, he relaxed and said with a smile, "That person was left behind in the ancestral temple. I have seen him for 20 years."

A group of old people suddenly realized, but then some of them asked, "When was there a sweeper in the ancestral temple? I remember that shouldn't those gatekeepers clean the ancestral ancestral hall?"

The old man who had previously puzzled everyone looked at the place where he said this sentence, put on an expression that you didn't know, and patiently continued to explain: "Twenty years ago, there was not a gatekeeper who went in to clean the ancestral hall and hit the spiritual card on the ground, causing Elder Zhuge to be angry, so he sent someone to the ancestral temple. Clean the hall."

There was a burst of sore, so no one continued to ask. A man slowly came out of the hut, describing him as withered and full of stubble. He couldn't see his whole face on the side. His back was a little hunched. His clothes were shabby, and his rickly appearance seemed to have remained unchanged for 20 years, which was exactly in line with the impression of the old man who explained twice, so the latter was even more relieved. It was indeed the sweeping. People.

At first, there were other old people who were interested in the man who came out of the hut. Their eyes stayed on the man who sometimes coughed. It didn't take long to divert their eyes. No one believed that the man with a cringed waist would be a hidden master. In the eyes of these old men who had lived for decades, a Of course, the master can hide in the crowd, but he can't help but maintain the demeanor of Muxiu Yulin, and there is no need to pretend to be that man. Everything seems meaningless.

The man who coughed for a while walked out of the wooden house, as if trying to raise his head and took a deep look at several old people in the distance. However, with messy hair, he lowered his head again, so that people could not see what his expression was now, let alone guess what he was thinking at this time. With a broom in his hand, he slowly walked towards the ancestral temple. In the process of walking, a few eyes came, but after finding that his direction was the ancestral ancestral hall, those eyes were diverted away.

What's good about sweeping the floor? How can you sweep the world if you don't sweep the house? It seems that ordinary and humble occupations still have ordinary and simple truths. For some people with high power, it's just a grandstanding joke.

The man with a broom walks very slowly, but he walks very carefully, step by step, and every step is very regular. However, no one has noticed his pace now. The attention of those old people has turned to the topic of the back mountain. The back mountain is the focus of their attention. They are not masters, only It is decades of cultivation, which is several grades higher than ordinary inner disciples. When the slightly talented inner disciples wait for their age, they are still much better than them.

The people in the Presbyterian Association are not necessarily the strongest, but they must be the oldest. The so-called senior qualified is actually unconditional obedience to the older people, taking the lead in a lot of appeal, so that they can get some generous treatment. Therefore, this group of old men hold the regime in their hands, but they don't have much real materials. They are concerned about how to retire and how to get more benefits, but not to do what they can. Maybe some of them have thought about it like that, but they still give up their initial persistence. Everyone is drunk and don't allow him to do anything. It's a little out of the style.

Entering the door of the ancestral temple, the man with a swayed waist paused, then turned around and forgot the direction of the back mountain. However, no one noticed the thin behavior of the man at the door of the ancestral ancestral hall. The man's face was constantly **, but the messy hair and stubble covered it. The expression on his face, and then as if he had made a decision, the man turned around and walked towards the huge ancestral hall.

A light sigh came from the man's body. The old man who was talking in the distance obviously did not hear this inaudible sigh, but one of the well-cultivated old men couldn't help but be shocked. Then he quickly turned his eyes to the direction of the man who was just at the door of the ancestral hall, but He only saw an empty piece and shook his head. There should be hallucinations, impossible, impossible.

The rustling sound of sweeping the floor came from the ancestral hall. It was long and ethereal, and there was an indescribable smell. The ordinary sweeping sound of the floor seemed to convey a unique feeling in the ears of this group of old people. Maybe these old people had never listened to the sound of sweeping the floor carefully before. Unexpectedly, it could be heard in this sound. Something different, the sound of discussion slowly calmed down. Everyone listened attentively to the ethereal sweeping of the floor from the ancestral hall. With the frequency of rustling, it moved with the rhythm. The heartbeats of all the old people was pulled by the sound and beat slowly and regularly.

At first, no old man found something wrong. It was just an intuition that made them all calm down and seriously feel the sound of branches frosted on the wooden boards of the ancestral hall when sweeping the floor. There was always a strange charm. However, this sound didn't take long before it stopped abruptly.

The sound of being suddenly interrupted made the old people who were immersed in it suddenly wake up a little. The old man who first heard the soft sigh suddenly thought and immediately swept towards the ancestral temple. Among the few people, he was the only old man who witnessed all the major events that had happened in Kunlun for decades. He is also a relatively authoritative member of the Presbyterian Association. The abnormal performance made the rest of the old man and the second monk confused. In addition to the elder left at the entrance of the back mountain, the old man who ran to the ancestral hall was the most representative member present, so the others followed the ancestral ancestral hall that the sweeper had just entered.

The old man who had already stood at the door of the ancestral hall stood there motionless, as if he had seen something, which made him give up the idea of entering the ancestral hall.

The rest of the old man rushed to the door of the ancestral hall and followed the eyes of the old man who stood at the door and stopped moving forward. They only saw a broom leaning against the edge of the gate of the ancestral hall, and then looked around the wide ancestral hall, and there was no one.

Where on earth did the man who walked into the ancestral hall with a cringe and slowly walked into the floor?