From the main vein of Yiyun of Tianzong and the main peak of Yiyun Mountain, Yiyun Peak, there is a road to the top with a great tone, leading to the heavens.

The road to heaven is not a small road that is not very spacious.

Only one person can pass, and at most two skinny monks can be side by side.

This is because the road to heaven is not a stone staircase road carved from the mountain, but a wooden iron chain bridge between two peaks.

Yiyun Peak is also called the Twin Peaks, because the peak of Yiyun Peak is divided into two, similar to the secular dynasty, a kind of general called "halberd" used by the military generals in the battlefield, the peak next to the peak is like the crescent moon blade next to the halberd, one high and one low, looking at each other across the sea of clouds.

The road to heaven is the only iron lock bridge connecting the two peaks.

The reason why it is said that the tone of the Heavenly Dao is very great is not just to refer to its superficial meaning.

Rather, it is because the passage to heaven leads from the highest main peak to the lower side peak.

From high to low, it is also a wonder.

However, the path of heaven is rarely set foot by Yiyun Peak monks.

Because the top of that lower mountain is where the ancestral hall of the Yiyun First Lineage is located, how many Yiyun First Line monks are qualified to set foot on it?

The Patriarch Hall is different from the council hall located on another peak, and the two particularly dilapidated wooden doors are not allowed to be opened unless it is a major event that determines the life and death of the main vein of Yiyun.

In addition, the patriarch hall also enshrines the ancestors of the main lineage of Yiyun in the past dynasties, in addition to deciding to open the door for major events, there are several special reasons that are engraved on the ancestral rules tablet.

One of them is the recognition of ancestors and the return to the ancestors.

The main lineage of Yiyun has been inherited by the Mu family for generations, and naturally only the ancestors of the Mu family are recognized.

On the road to heaven, on the iron lock bridge, Murong Yu held the hand of the little girl Mu Qingxing, and just stood on the path, so that he would not step down in the air.

Mu Qingxing's two faces were puffed up, obviously still in a state of flux.

Because Wu Chen didn't know what he was muttering behind Murong Yu's back before he got off the boat, Mu Qingxing had to follow Murong Yu all the time.

Murong Yu, who often showed his most proud smile, was slowly stepping on the chain bridge of Tongtian Road without smiling at the moment.

Mu Qingxing almost wanted to speak, but swallowed it again.

Murong Yu asked softly: "What do you want to say, what do you want to ask, hurry up and finish here to finish asking, there is no room for you to speak for a while." ”

Not only this little girl, but even he, Murong Yu, the leader of the younger generation of the Mu family, also did not have the slightest opening in that oppressive house where he couldn't breathe.

Mu Qingxing looked at the peak of the half-hidden council hall behind him, and his face was sad.

Murong Yu, who chuckled for the first time, said slowly: "Don't worry, your Grandma Rong is very good now, you, you, don't worry about yourself, but worry about others." ”

Mu Qingxing snorted lightly.

"What do we Mu family say, it's still a little better after all, and you'll know later. ”

Mu Qingxing stopped abruptly.

Murong Yu took one more step and retracted his feet, turned his head to look at the little girl on the side, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

There was a sudden small grip in the palm of his hand, and Murong Yu noticed that a slight tremor appeared on the little girl's body.

smiled and comforted: "Don't worry, it's not like going up the knife mountain and going down to the sea of fire, it's not like you've said it, it's a little better than you think." ”

Holding Mu Qingxing's small hand tightly, he continued to go down.

The chain bridge is miraculously very stable, even if there is a gust of wind, it still does not move, and there is not the slightest sway.

It is rumored that in some 10,000-meter-deep Daze bottom in Dongzhou, a special ore will be bred, this kind of ore is as light as a feather, ordinary children can handle it lightly, but after special forging, it is as heavy as a mountain, and it is a little difficult to shake the ordinary Xuan Queen period and the peak.

This chain bridge, known as the Road to Heaven, was built in this way.

Murong Yu looked at the outline of a half-roof eaves that could be vaguely argued not far away, and secretly thought in his heart, this time is enough to surprise you old antiques.

The ground beneath his feet was hard and flat, and it was black and bare without any weeds.

Mu Qingxing, who had just stepped out of the ropeway and stepped on the peak, felt this for the first time.

There was a dull feeling of depression on her chest, which was faintly breathless, and the little girl who had already adjusted her mentality began to hesitate and become nervous again.

Murong Yu half-squatted down and whispered comforting to the little girl's ear: "It's okay, I cried the first time I came here, and it would be good if you came a few more times in the future." ”

The little girl glanced at Murong Yu, thinking that if it weren't for Grandma Rong, I wouldn't have bothered to come this time, would I still think about the next time?

Murong Yu got up and walked towards the steeple flat-story house in front of him.

The little girl, who was already a little nervous, may not have noticed that the big hand holding her small hand was slightly tighter.

After getting closer, the appearance of the hut also caught in Mu Qingxing's eyes, an ordinary room, but not too short, Mo Yue is two stories high.

Murong Yu let go of the little girl's little hand and stepped into the threshold first.

The little girl hesitated for a breath or two, then bit her lower lip and stepped into it.

The light in the spire was dim, and instead of the Xuanguang stone used by the monks on the mountain, the red candles commonly used in the homes of ordinary people in secular dynasties.

The illuminated light is a little dull yellow and reddish.

An offering table appeared in front of the little girl's eyes, and layers of spirit cards were neatly stacked on the offering table, and under the dim yellow candlelight, the spirit cards glowed with a kind of jujube red.

On the spirit card, only a simple name is written, and the names are different, but they are all surnamed Mu.

Murong Yu, who stepped into the door first, had already knelt down in front of the offering table, worshipping and worshipping reverently, meticulously.

Mu Qingxing looked at the position above the offering table, and then at Murong Yu who was kneeling on the futon, and was a little hesitant for a while.

There are three futons, and the unknown yellow grass is made of straw rope loops.

Murong Yu knelt down on the futon on the far left.

In the dim room, a pair of eyes that seemed to be absent were quietly looking at the little girl Mu Qingxing.

The little girl who hesitated after much time finally took a step, her knees weakened, and she knelt on the rightmost futon.

The movements were miraculously exactly the same as those of Murong Yu.

Only the little girl and the hunchbacked woman know that on a particular festival every year, the hunchbacked woman will be particularly strict in making the little girl kneel and worship a card according to a set of fixed patterns, and there is only one word on the card.

If you put a few more squares on that tablet, a few layers on Dolo, and the simple wooden table where the cards are placed is replaced with today's one, what is the difference?

The eyes behind him showed a bald old man in a gray robe, holding a pen in his right hand and a yellowish book in his left hand.

After looking up at the little girl, in a vacant space above the book, he put down the pen and wrote, Mu Qingxing.