When the Xirong man saw the bitter lamp coming, he saluted respectfully and said in a low voice: "Grandma, grandma, don't cry, take us up the mountain." ”

The old woman was stunned for a moment, looked up at her son, and asked in a hoarse and trembling voice, "Can you go up the mountain?" ”

"Well, I can go up the mountain." The man said with tears in his eyes.

The old woman looked at her son in disbelief, and was not convinced that it was true until the bitter lamp came to her side, and the old woman hurriedly wiped her tears and bowed respectfully.

Ku Deng picked up the old woman and said to everyone: "Those who can go up to the ancestral mountain and those who can't go to the ancestral mountain are all the people of the ancestral gods, and your sincerity will be seen by the ancestral gods." No matter where you are, up and down the mountain, in the four realms of Xirong, if you want to come but can't come, the ancestral gods will protect you and bless us with smooth wind and rain in Xirong, long life and peace. ”

The people of Xirong sang in unison, chanting the ancestral spirit, although everyone wanted to enter the ancestral temple to worship.

However, when he saw that others got what they wanted, and he didn't have the opportunity to go up the mountain, he surprisingly didn't have the slightest sense of jealousy. Although it is regretful and sad, it is still a blessing, as if the darkness in the heart is gone under the ancestral mountain, not to mention the rich and poor, the old and the young.

Shen Xiangdong was secretly shocked in his heart, no wonder he saw the secret letter from the Privy Council that day, and Li Luo would pay more attention to the matter of the Divine Shrine of the Ancestral Temple. If this thing comes true, the benefits of the people of the Xirong Department will not be beyond the reach of great will.

Shen Xiangdong looked at Li Luo, Li Luo's face was light, and he quietly looked at the ancestral mountain in the distance, unable to guess what he was thinking.

Ancestral Mountain, mountainside.

Unsheathed his blades at the foot of the mountain, Li Luo and a few people hid in the crowd and slowly walked towards the top of the mountain.

Although the light snow remains. However, Li Luo and the others are all highly skilled, and they seem to be walking leisurely while enjoying the surrounding scenery, and occasionally have to be distracted to take care of the old and weak.

The Xirong man walked behind Li Luo and the others with his mother. Li Luo and Chu Ying'er supported him, saving a lot of time.

The old man kept thanking Shen Xiangdong and Li Luo all the way, intermittently telling a few people about the legend of the ancestral mountain, Hu Chajing listened with relish, and from time to time he had to comment a few words, a picture of the leisure and elegance of play.

There is only one way up the mountain, and only one person can pass through the narrowest part. Along the way, the boulders towered, and the stones were covered with pine and cypress. There are also some low bushes that cannot be named, which are indeed rare in the arid land of Xirong, and are now dotted with snow that has not melted. It's a different view.

Li Luo rarely let go of the thoughts in his heart. With the joy of the Xirong people, they slowly walked up the stairs in the direction of the ancestral temple.

The stone steps are scattered, full of dark marks, it seems that it has been some years, and the construction is quite solid, but there is not much decoration, if it is not for these Xirong people, when they first met. I thought it was just an ancient temple in the deep mountains that was old somewhere.

The climb began at dawn and was noon. Only then did he come to the ancestral temple on the top of the mountain.

The ancestral temple in front of you is like this mountain road, simple and abnormal, backed by the highest peak of the ancestral mountain, and there is a vacant land in front of the temple, which can accommodate hundreds of people at most.

On the left side of the hall are some stone houses, which should be the residence of these elders who receive and lead to the Holy Introduction, and there is a rugged mountain road behind the hall leading to the highest peak of the ancestral mountain, the ancestral peak, and the ancestral peak is the place where the holy guide observes the heavenly phenomena and listens to the ancestral oracle. Except for the Holy Yin and a few elders, no one else is allowed to set foot on it, even the monarch of Xirong cannot go up to this ancestral peak in person, and when it comes to sacredness, he is still on the ancestral temple.

When Li Luo and his entourage came to the front of the hall, the old man was already out of breath, if it weren't for Chu Ying'er's support all the way, I am afraid it would be difficult to go up the mountain.

As soon as he saw the ancestral temple, the old man didn't even have time to breathe, so he knelt on the ground, the old tears were horizontal, and he bowed down on the earth and stone ground and worshipped, and then looked at the people around him, all of them were ordinary.

Li Luo sighed secretly, gently stroked the old man's back, and quietly slowed down the ice heart's internal strength for a while, and the old man's breathing calmed down.

The Xirong man thought that Li Luo was just comforting his mother, and he didn't care, but he just glanced at Li Luo gratefully, knelt beside his mother, and prayed in a low voice, praying for the mercy of the ancestral gods and the well-being of his family.

Although there were more than 1,000 people gathered in front of the hall, it was extremely crowded, but the mountain was quieter in comparison, and the sound of prayer was almost audible, which disturbed the gods for fear of being disturbed. Li Luo's heart moved slightly, and he wondered if his mother, who was far away in Zhuocheng, was also like this, praying to the gods every day that he could return safely. Looking at Hu Chajing and the others, they all seemed to have something on their minds, and their faces changed, even Shen Xiangdong was no exception.

Shen Xiangdong whispered, "Let's stand farther away." After speaking, he turned sideways lightly and moved out of the crowd, otherwise a few people stood here and looked abrupt.

Li Luo nodded slightly, and followed Shen Xiangdong out of the crowd. The Xirong people in front of the hall were led into the hall one by one, and they came out again, as if they had changed people, smiling happily.

Shen Xiangdong said in a low voice: "If it is ordered by the Holy Spirit, the people of the Xirong clan are afraid that they can even hand over their lives to the Ancestral God Temple." ”

Li Luo bowed slightly, many clansmen carried large and small bags when they went up the mountain, and they were all gone when they left the palace, thinking that they were paying tribute to some property.

These Xirong people are all willing, not half reluctant, rumors that the ancestral temple can decide the throne of Xirong, not only the rumors are true, I am afraid that it is still excessive.

While a few people were staring intently, a light female voice suddenly came from behind him and asked, "Why don't you come to the ancestral temple to take a look?" ”

Shen Xiangdong was startled, and the person who came was close to him, but he didn't even notice it. Suddenly raised his head and looked at Li Luo, Li Luo's face was slightly surprised, perhaps because of everyone's sincerity, and he never noticed that someone walked behind him.

Shen Xiangdong gathered his thoughts, turned his head, and saw a woman in plain clothes, with a smile on her face, looking at a few people quietly.

Chu Ying'er's body moved, blocking in front of Li Luo, Ni Qing and Zhu Zhi protected Li Luo's side, and called Chajing to take a few steps forward, forming an angle with Shen Xiangdong.

Everything was between the lightning and flint, from the woman's voice, as soon as the words fell, the formation had been formed.

The surprise in the woman's eyes flashed, and then she pursed her lips and chuckled: "Disturb a few, sin." ”

A few people looked at the woman in front of them calmly, looking at them no more than ten years old, dressed in sackcloth, with their hands in their sleeves, standing quietly a few steps away. An Ran Jingyi, several people's hearts were inexplicably relieved, although Li Luo did not have any different colors, but his heart was extremely shocked.

The woman in front of her didn't see any movement, just stood quietly, a peaceful atmosphere was already filled between heaven and earth, Li Luo Weiyun Bing was determined, there was no abnormality, it seemed that this woman's nature was like this.

Two strands of green silk were draped casually over his shoulders, with light eyebrows and bright eyes, a shallow smile at the corner of his mouth, and his face was like a ghostly axe without any flaws. White skin is better than snow, if it does not appear in the ancestral mountain, everyone thinks that she is a beautiful woman in the water town, gentle and soft, like a painting and calligraphy of everyone, which makes people feel relaxed and happy when they look at it.

The face is delicate, no powder, there is no gold and stone on the body, it is the tip of the hair, and it is just tied together with hemp rope at will, beautiful and refined, Li Luo looks at it, it is still this quietly standing demeanor, as if stacked with the people under the begonia. (To be continued.) )