Chapter 4 Worship

Xiao Yi lowered his voice, and his face became a little solemn. He said, "My teacher asked me to ask my uncle, the "sky seal" in the back mountain of Dazhufeng, but is everything still intact?"

Tian Buyi's face changed greatly. He suddenly stood up and stared at Xiao Yicai. Xiao Yicai also slowly stood up, but he took a step back. Tian Buyi stared at Xiao Yicai for a long time, and his face kept changing. At first, he was surprised and shocked. After slowly calming down, he became meditating. Finally, another strange brilliance flashed in his eyes. Looking at Xiao Yicai, he suddenly said, 'It seems that Brother Daoxuan really wants to pass on the position of

Xiao Yi lowered his head slightly and said, "Uncle's words are heavy, and I dare not be a disciple."

Tian Buyi said lightly: 'He doesn't even hide this from you. Naturally, he understands the meaning. Forget it, this is your business, and I'm too lazy to care about it. However, about the seal of heaven, 'He came here in his voice, paused for a moment, and said in a low voice, 'This matter is not a small matter, and it also involves the number of Qingyun. At that time, the ancestor of Qingye once had a clear order to be passed on to the head of the seven veins of Qingyun, and he

He took a deep breath and said, "Everyone understands what's involved. I just want to ask, has Brother Daoxuan really figured it out?'

Xiao Yicai's expression at this moment was also extremely cautious. He seemed to not dare to say a wrong word for a long time, so he nodded and said, 'Yes, the teacher has carefully explained to his disciples before the disciples left.'

Tian Buyi pondered for a moment and said, "What about the "sky seal" of the other five veins except Tongtianfeng and Dazhufeng?"

Xiao Yicai said respectfully: 'The teacher only told the disciple about this matter, because the teacher felt that Uncle Tian was the most respected in Qingyunmen at present, so he came to ask the teacher's uncle's opinion first. As for the other five veins, the disciples will visit your heads later.

Tian Buyi nodded slowly and sat back in his position. After thinking for a long time, he sighed, "If you want to talk about the current situation, it has indeed reached a critical juncture. The world's life and fortune are all here. The head brother wants to go all out, and I have nothing to say. Just tell him a word for me when you get back.'

Xiao Yicai looked respectful and said, "Yes, Uncle Tian, please say that the disciple must bring it."

Tian Buyi's face was slightly pale, and he said: 'Once the seal of the seven veins is removed, the repressive anger of Qingyun Mountain for thousands of years will not help but be vented. Although there is the suppression of the ancient sword of the Jade Dynasty, it can be turned into a peerless murderous intention, but the drama of the Brother Daoxuan participated in the construction, but this matter is not trivial. Please ask him to think more in advance, just in case.'

Xiao Yicai said righteously, 'Yes, Uncle Tian's words, the disciple must bring it.' After a pause, he continued: 'Then if Uncle Tian has nothing else to do, the disciple will leave first.'

Tian Buyi nodded and didn't say anything. Xiao Yi saw that his face was heavy, and he didn't dare to say more at the moment, so he slowly retreated.

In the quiet hall, Tian Buyi was the only one left. He slowly turned around and looked at the statue of the Taoist Sanqing ancestor worshipped in the Shoujing Hall. His face was complicated. After a long time, he just sighed and said nothing after all.

When Xiao Yi just flew back to Tongtian Peak, it was already night. The lights on Tongtian Peak were brightly lit, and many disciples of the original Qingyunmen, coupled with the countless righteous people who poured into Qingyun recently, made this fairyland on earth a little crowded and worldly. It's vulgar.

However, Xiao Yicai did not know this. He went straight to the Yuqing Hall at the top of the peak. After asking about the whereabouts of Dao Xuan Zhenren from the mouth of the Qingyun little disciple in the Yuqing Hall, he walked to the bedroom of Dao Xuanzhen in the back hall of Yuqing Hall.

When he came to a secluded place in the back hall, Xiao Yi just stood at the door of Dao Xuanzhen and calmed down. Just as he was about to raise his hand and knock on the door, the voice of Dao Xuanzhen had already come out of the room and said, "Is it Yicai? Come in."

Xiao Yi suffocated and immediately said respectfully, 'Yes.' After saying that, he gently pushed the door open and walked in.

The room is very spacious, and all the furnishings have the smell of books. In addition to simple tables, chairs and beds, there are many books on the bookshelves on both sides of the room. Many of them are old books, which are also neatly placed on the bookshelf. It can be seen that they have been read by the owner countless times.

Dao Xuanzhen sat at the desk, holding an ancient scroll in his hand. He was reading. When he saw Xiao Yi, he came in. He smiled and said, 'Are you just back now?'

Xiao Yi saluted deeply and said, 'Yes, Master.'

Dao Xuanzhen nodded and said, "How's it going?"

Xiao Yicai said, 'There is no opinion on the first seat of the seven veins. It is said that it is based on the meaning of the master, only Uncle Tian of Dazhufeng...'

Dao Xuanzhen frowned and said, "What's the matter, does Brother Tian have any different opinion?"

Xiao Yicai hurriedly said, "No, Uncle Tian did not object. He just asked his disciples to bring a few words to inform the master."

Dao Xuanzhen was slightly stunned and said, "What are you talking about?"

Xiao Yicai immediately repeated Tian Buyi's words. After listening to it, Dao Xuan Zhenren was silent. Xiao Yi, who stood aside, secretly looked at it. Between them, Dao Xuan Zhenren's face was complicated and seemed to be thinking about something, and his expression was constantly changing.

Just when Xiao Yicai guessed what Dao Xuanzhen was thinking, Dao Xuanzhen suddenly said, 'Yicai, what do you think of Uncle Tian?'

Xiao Yi was shocked. He didn't know what he meant in Dao Xuan's words. He looked at him, but he couldn't see anything special. Now he had to say carefully: 'Well, I think Uncle Tian... is still very good.'

Dao Xuanzhen smiled. Obviously, he didn't care much about the opportunistic words of this disciple. He only heard him say leisurely, "Yes!" He is very good. Hey hey, it's hard for him to be seen as extraordinary as he was at the beginning...'

Dao Xuanzhen's words suddenly stopped, and the room fell into a calm. Xiao Yi gently moved his body and faintly felt a little uneasy.

After a while, Dao Xuanzhen said, "You have been running all day and you are tired. Go back and rest."

Xiao Yi nodded and saluted, "Yes." After saying that, he slowly retreated.

Dao Xuanzhen watched the figure of the proud disciple disappear from his sight, meditated for a moment, and then looked at the dark sky outside the window. He slowly stood up and walked out. Soon, his figure melted into the night of Qingyun Mountain.

Although it is late at night, in the ancestral temple behind the secluded Tongtian Peak, the long bright lamp is still burning, like a secluded underworld fire in the dark. The old man in charge of the ancestral temple had not fallen asleep yet. At this moment, he was standing at the table dedicated to the ancestral masters of Qingyunmen, staring at the names in the dark shadows.

In the distance, there is a low sound of insects.

In silence, it seems that there is still some heartbeat!

The night wind blew, and the flame of the bright lamp shook, trembling like a gasp. The old man slowly turned around, walked to the bright lamp, and gently blocked the direction of the wind with his hand. Soon, the light quieted down and began to burn steadily again. The old man stared deeply at the light, and the lights reflected in his eyes, as if something was burning.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden sound of footsteps. The old man frowned, listened carefully, and then slowly turned around. The old voice said slowly, "I didn't expect you to come again so late."

The figure of Dao Xuan Zhenren slowly became clear from the darkness and walked into the ancestral hall.

Under the dim yellow light, the eyes of the two old men collided in mid-air, and they were stunned for a moment. Inadvertently, they suddenly found that the other party was so old, and then they remembered that they were the same, didn't they?

Dao Xuanzhen was silent, stared at the old man for a long time, then slowly walked to the table, stood under the spiritual card of the ancestors of Qingyunmen, and slowly straightened his body. The old man walked behind him and said the same word.

In the dark, the invisible majesty slowly emanates from those shadows, like deep traces that can't be erased by years. Dao Xuanzhen's face was expressionless. He picked up three fine incense sticks from the table, walked to the candlelight and lit it. He held it solemnly with both hands, bowed three times to the ancestor's throne respectfully, and then took a step and inserted the fine incense into the incense burner.

The faint smoke curled up from the incense burner and emanated in the air, making the spiritual positions in front of him more hazy, like a pair of eyes, coldly looking at the two old people and the world.

'Is there anything difficult about burning incense in the middle of the night?' The old man asked indifferently, in a flat tone, as if he were saying something that had nothing to do with him.

Dao Xuanzhen did not look back at him. His eyes had been staring at the majestic spiritual positions behind the light smoke. After a moment, he slowly said, 'What do you think it will be like for future generations to worship us after the death of you and me?'

The old man snorted and said, 'I'm naturally full of respect for you. As for me, will anyone remember it?'

Dao Xuanzhen didn't care about the slightly sarcastic words of the old man, but just smiled faintly. Then, he said quietly: 'At present, at the moment of the catastrophe, the creatures in the world are ruined and ravaged by all the beasts and demons. As long as I think of the inevitable battle between Qingyun Mountain and the beast demon, it is more related to the number of people in the world. These heavy burdens are on my shoulders, and I haven't slept well for many days.'

The old man frowned and said, "You're not here to complain to me, are you?" This is not your nature.'

Dao Xuanzhen looked at the old man for a moment, suddenly smiled, and then sighed, "You and I have been friends for hundreds of years, and you are the only one who knows me best."

The old man shook his head and said, 'I know who you are? If so, I wouldn't guard the ancestral hall here. All right, no more nonsense. What on earth are you trying to say?'

Dao Xuanzhen seemed to be particularly tolerant of the old man. He contradicted several times, and Dao Xuan didn't care about it, but his face was a little awe-inspiring. He said slowly, "I have made up my mind that this war is too big to do for the livelihood of the world. I want to remove the heavenly seal of the

The old man's expression suddenly stiffened, his eyebrows were locked, and he looked deeply at Dao Xuan. Dao Xuan looked at each other calmly. After a long time, the old man slowly said, 'Have you thought about this matter?'

Dao Xuan nodded slowly and said, "But today when I secretly informed the head of the six veins, Tian Buyi asked someone to tell me something and advised me to be careful of being angry."

The old man smiled coldly, turned to face the spiritual positions of those ancestors, and said for a long time, "It's not that you haven't entered the "Fantasy Moon Cave". You know what's in it." After a pause, his voice suddenly eased a little, and there seemed to be a trace of helplessness in it. He said, 'Take care of yourself!'

Dao Xuanzhen was silent. After a moment, he also raised his head and looked at the deep dark shadow, the silent majesty, and seemed to sneer silently in the dark.

Seven days later, there are more and more rumors about the emergence of beast demons around Qingyun Mountain. Within a hundred miles, with Heyang City at the foot of the mountain as the center, the fleeing crowd can be seen everywhere. It seems that in the world at this moment, only the towering Qingyun Mountain can give people a sense of comfort and security.

And in the midst of countless crowds, Heyang City is the most chaotic place. The streets and alleys are full of people. The original inns and restaurants in the city have long been full of people, and more refugees have only live in the open air. In this case, the food supply in Heyang City has become very tight. Fortunately, because the city is by the river, there is no need to worry about the water source.

In this chaotic situation, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no evil things such as looting and murder. There are indeed such rumors from time to time. Who disappeared yesterday, and today I heard that someone was dead on the street. However, after all, Heyang City is under Qingyun Mountain, and Qingyunmen has already made preparations and sent a considerable number of disciples to maintain order in the city. Therefore, in general, these countless refugees have not happened in this catastrophe.

It's just that with the terrible rumors of beast demons day by day, no one can predict what tomorrow will be like? Under such circumstances, there is an increasingly uneasy atmosphere in Heyang City, and people are panicked.

It was in this case that Zhou Yixian, a wandering man from all over the world, came to this city with his granddaughter Xiaohuan and a wild dog Taoist. Standing in the spacious street in the past, at this moment, I only saw dense people shrugged, and the street was crowded and difficult to walk. The wild dog Taoist was over, but Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan were stunned.

Relying on the strong and fierce face of the wild dog Taoist, the people with little strength were squeezed out in front of the road. The strong people looked back at the respectful face of the wild dog Taoist, and most of them did not dare to say anything more. Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan followed the wild dog closely and reluctantly walked forward. They were sweating profusely all the way. They finally crossed the street and turned into an alley in the west of Heyang City.

The three of them walked in, and many people stood in the old very secluded alley at this moment, but compared with the crowded crowd on the street outside, it is really spacious. Zhou Xian cursed in a low voice and looked very angry. It was enough for me to run for my life. How could there be so many people running for their lives with me? As a result, it was so uncomfortable for me to escape for my life.

This alley is very long, with twists and turns. The more you go in, the fewer people there will be. After walking for about half an hour, the three of them will walk to the end of the alley. There are no more fleeing crowds here. The reason is very simple, because it is a Yizhuang, but looking at the broken door of this small Yizhuang, even half of the wooden doors fell to the ground, and the other half disappeared. I don't know if it was taken as firewood.

Zhou Yixian looked at this Yizhuang, shook his head and sighed. Xiaohuan stood beside him, shouted in a low voice, and said, 'Grandpa.'

The wild dog is a little puzzled, but he was born in the magic religion and didn't care much about these unlucky places in Yizhuang. He just had some doubts about how Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan would come to this place.

Zhou Yixian was silent for a long time and said, "Let's go in!" Anyway, it should be quieter here.'

After saying that, he walked in first, followed by Xiaohuan and the wild dog. Entering Yizhuang, I saw that in the small courtyard, the vegetation was desolate, and the messy falling wood beams could be seen everywhere. There seemed to be something white shining in the grass. Xiaohuan's face turned a little pale, and he couldn't help pulling Zhou Yixian's clothes.

Zhou Yixian looked back at her and comforted in a low voice, "It's not the first time to come here. What are you afraid of? Besides, this is also the place where your father lives. Will he hurt us?"

Xiaohuan nodded, and his face looked better. The wild dog Taoist frowned in the back, but said nothing.

In front of the courtyard was the concierge of Yizhuang. Zhou Yixian stepped forward and saw that the door was covered with dust. I don't know how long no one had been here. He was silent, shook his head, sighed again, and opened the door.

'Squeak...' The wooden door made a harsh sound and slowly retreated in, and a stream of mildew gushed out. In the dim light, three coffins were placed horizontally and vertically, but the lids of the coffin had been scattered aside.

The unspeakable bleak years seem to be in this small hut, faintly emanating. Zhou Yixian twitched the corners of his mouth twice, and his face was pale. He slowly walked up without looking at the scattered coffins next to him. He went straight to the sacrificial table, which was originally dedicated to the spiritual position, and looked at the dozens of crooked spiritual cards on the table.

There was silence in the room, as if no one dared to speak. Zhou Yixian slowly stretched out his hand, picked up the spiritual cards, slowly wiped away the thick dust on them, took a look, put it aside, and then went to find the next one. In this way, when he cleaned up the seventh spiritual card, he saw the handwriting on the card that said "The Spiritual Position of Love Son Zhou Xingyun".

Zhou Yixian stopped and looked at the spirit card silently. He stared at it for a long time. Xiaohuan slowly came up and looked at the spirit card in his hand. His eyes were also a little wet. He whispered, "Grandpa, let go of Dad's spirit card!"

Zhou Yixian took a breath, looked a little desolate, and nodded. Xiaohuan took the spiritual card from his hand, carefully placed it on the table, then stepped back, put his hands together, saluted the plate respectfully, and whispered, 'Dad, grandpa and I are back to see you again. Thanks to you over the years, although grandpa and I have been wandering around the world, everything is fine. I'll clean it up for you when I come back today. I hope you don't blame us.'

After saying that, he bent down respectfully and worshipped three times.

The wild dog Taoist looked at him from behind, and suddenly walked to the front and worshipped the card for three times, but he was shocked by Zhou Yixian and Xiaohuan. Xiaohuan was surprised: 'Taochang, what's wrong with you...'

The wild dog Taoist didn't look at Zhou Yixian's strange eyes and said, 'Since he is your father, that is, my predecessor, when he comes to this place, I should give a salute to his predecessor.'

Xiaohuan was relieved and nodded, "Thank you very much." With that, she turned her head to the card and said, 'Dad, this is the wild dog Taoist priest. He is a good person and has helped me and my grandfather a lot.'

Zhou Yixian snorted beside him and said, 'Is he a good person? Humph, he has a bad intentions...'

The wild dog Taoist looked stiff, but Xiaohuan had already stared at Zhou Yixian first and said, 'Grandpa, why are you talking nonsense?'

Zhou Yixian rolled his eyes and turned his head to look elsewhere. The wild dog Taoist looked at Xiaohuan gratefully. When he was about to speak, he suddenly suffocated and suddenly turned around. Xiaohuan and Zhou Yixian seemed to feel something and looked at the door of Yizhuang almost at the same time.

In the originally desolate and quiet Yizhuang, a man in black suddenly appeared at the door of the room, and even his face was covered by black veil, which was indescribably strange. Yizhuang, which was originally popular because of the arrival of Zhou Yixian and other three people, suddenly fell into a deeper dead silence because of the appearance of this person.

The face of the wild dog Taoist changed greatly, and his lips moved a few times before he slowly said astringently: 'Mr. Ghost...'