There is only one main temple, and there is no matching temple. The huge hall, wandering around the flowers, quickly finished. Zong Zhengke stood in the hall in a daze, not knowing what to do with one step.

At some point, the door to the hall had been closed, and she had tried to open it, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull it apart.

Could it be that the senior of the sect and political spirit couldn't escape because of this? But in this hall, there is no storage that looks like a corpse and dry bones? Decades of hard work won't be weathered, right?

was at a loss, and suddenly sighed faintly. Zong Zheng looked over and was shocked to see a gray and white figure slowly emerging from a pillar.

The figure became clear, but it was an old man with a crown and a broad belt, and after a sigh, he said sadly: "The way of heaven is ruthless, my way has been broken, crying out sadly......" He sighed for a long time, and slowly walked towards the jade futon on the left.

"Cry out for sorrow......

"Cry out for sorrow......

Lamentations abounded, and gradually thundered like thunder, exploding people's eardrums. Zong Zhengke slowly retreated, and finally his body resisted the closed door of the Jade Palace, and there was no way back. She saw more and more gray and white figures slowly walking out of the pillars or murals, both men and women, all with their faces full of sorrow, and they sighed for a long time.

No one turned even a trace of their gaze to Zong Zhengke, and they didn't seem to see her. After a while, the two rows of jade futons on the left and right in this hall were kneeling with erratic figures. Zong Zhengke could see the scene behind them through them, as if they were still alive, and they talked about each other endlessly, until a clear chime sounded.

The chime rang nine times, and the sound was pleasant. Zong Zhengke looked around, but he couldn't find where the copper chime was hidden, and who rang it.

I heard another abrupt cough. Zong Zhengke raised his head and looked ahead, and a figure slowly appeared on the jade chair that was placed high in the center. This person was a young woman who did not look to be more than thirty years old, and she was beautiful and elegant in her colorful clothes. The center of her eyebrows is decorated with a lotus flower.

At the end, the discussion of those figures stopped, and they straightened their waists. Bow to the woman on the high chair. shouted: "I have seen the ancestor." The woman slowly bowed her head and looked into the distance, her gaze falling far away...... Zong Zhengke's body.

Zong Zhengke shuddered. Although the woman's eyes were gentle and did not seem to be malicious, her heart still throbbed. These gray and white figures don't know if they are people or ghosts, even if they are kind people. It's weird to her.

All the while staring deeply at Zong Zhengke, the young woman said slowly: "Heaven is ruthless. My path has been broken, but the bloodline of the Zongzheng clan still exists thousands of years later! ”

There was a moment of silence, and the hall suddenly boiled up. The gray figures seemed to be excited, scrambling to confirm with the young woman. The young woman pointed at two fingers. Slowly swipe sideways in front of your eyes. From time to time, her fingertips burst out of gold and red streamers, and she muttered: "I see my blood, I see my inheritance of exercises." This junior is also a woman like me......"

She bent down suddenly, opened her mouth and vomited blood. Her blood was strangely red. There is also a golden gossamer hidden in the crimson. The most peculiar thing is that every mouthful of blood she spits out falls on the ground of this jade hall, and it will transform into a golden-red lotus flower, which will slowly burn until it is extinguished.

Zong Zhengke consciously touched his forehead, and his gaze moved from the burning golden red lotus to the lotus seal on the woman's forehead. She has an intuition that her "Red Practice Heart Sutra" may actually be the practice left by her ancestors, not the Buddha's country.

"Patriarch, our physical bodies have been lost, and now only the primordial gods are left to take refuge in the Jade Palace, and they are living here." The first old man on the left, who was the first to walk out of the pillar, straightened his waist, faced the young woman on the high seat, and said generously, "Instead of waiting for the Jade Palace's spiritual energy to run out and us to perish, it is better to do our last modest efforts to ensure that the descendants of my Zongzheng clan will not end!" So you deserve to die! ”

Everyone agreed, and asked the young woman for her life one after another. The young woman sighed faintly, and after a moment of silence, she said, "Zhongqing is willing to sacrifice for the family, why should I regret this?" That's it, I just hope that the blood of future generations can inherit our legacy, so that the Zongzheng family will continue for generations! ”

It turns out that what I saw at this time was a scene thousands of years ago, and I don't know why it has been preserved to this day. The young woman, along with these gray and white figures, were all ancestors of the Zongzheng clan. Young women are even more patriarchs. What Zong Zhengke admired the most was that this patriarch had clearly practiced some kind of great supernatural power, and he could actually see himself thousands of years later!

So, she stood in front of the door and watched a simple but grand sacrificial ceremony with many tragic colors. In the solemn and solemn music, above the high chair, a portrait slowly appeared. Zong Zhengke looked closely and found that this portrait was the same as the portrait of Zong Zhengzi in his own ancestral hall.

Then, led by the patriarch, he led the ancestors of these Zongzheng families to bow to the portrait of Zongzhengzi. They chanted prayers that Zong Zhengke could not fully understand, and their movements during worship were elegant and simple, which was completely consistent with the sacrificial ceremony that Zong Zhengke had experienced.

She couldn't help but sigh. My grandfather once mentioned that there was a shrine keeper in the family, and it was passed down from generation to generation. Each generation of shrine keepers has passed down the ancient prayers and dances of the ancient rituals to worship the ancestors. What she sees today just confirms the family legend.

After the worship, the portrait of Somasako suddenly floated out, suspended in the middle of the crowd, emitting a misty white light. In the painting, Zong Masako is wearing a linen cloth belt with her hair and feet, and her eyes are looking into the distance.

The patriarch bowed down to the portrait and said loudly: "The ancestors are above, in order to protect the bloodline, please use the statue of the ancestors, and ask the ancestors to protect our people." ”

Those ancestors of the clan saluted in unison and said loudly: "Please ancestors bless our clan!" ”

The portrait shook slightly, and a low sigh slowly escaped from it, saying, "Good." ”

Zong Zhengke was shocked, this this, this, this sigh was clearly the voice he had heard in front of the Jade Palace. Could it be that the ancestor of Zongzhengzi is actually in the painting? Fang is the ancestor sighing?

Before she could figure it out, the portrait of Zongzhengzi suddenly burst into a bright light, sucking in all the primordial spirits of the ancestor and all the ancestors of Zongzheng, and the hall was empty.

Immediately afterward, a huge crimson formation pattern floated up from the portrait, constantly rotating. This formation flashed with countless mystical runes, and with each rune flashing, Zong Zhengke could see a looming human face.

"Tianhuang Blood Contract, Youwu Clan!" A huge roaring voice came from the array, and the faces that flashed behind each rune opened their mouths and shouted loudly, "Heavenly Blood Pact, Bless My Clan!" (To be continued.) )