If you look at the layout of the cross-strait bureau, it seems to be to balance the east and west temples in Wenfeng Town, and this balance is also deeply in line with the law of yin and yang. But behind the equality of the Zhang and Shen families, it is the imbalance of yin and yang in the entire Wenfeng Town, which has a background but no context, in fact, it has lost the harmony of yin and yang.

Looking up, there is a churning light, but this light seems to be wrapped in a thick fog, forcibly revealing some halos, and in front of him is a forest of ancestral spiritual seats, the "Eight Kings of Yin Soul" in Shen Lang's body, because it is passively accepted, so he has not been able to control himself, but the old master's Yi Dao Wen Gong method made his mind stable, so the Eight Kings of Yin Soul slowly integrated into his consciousness, and the aura of the champion entangled with the power of the stars above was gradually sensed by Shen Lang.

Shen Lang didn't know how to express that feeling, but a sense of closeness that seemed to come from the depths of blood drove him step by step to the nearest pillar in his body. Those square plaques are engraved with the spirit names of the champions of the Shen family in the West Ancestral Hall or the Shen family in the East Ancestral Hall. He didn't dare to look closely, so he glanced at it hurriedly, and then saluted respectfully, but suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he looked up at the spiritual position next to a pillar in front of him. Compared with Shen Lang's bow, the pillar was blank, and there was no text on it, although there was no difference in height and size.

Surprise and an inexplicable panic rose at the same time, and sure enough, just as Shen Lang Fang Cun suspected, Wenfeng Town has been the champion since it was named, and it has been going on for generations, but it is far from having so many spiritual positions in the cave. Now it seems that at least half of the layout that can form this outer circle and inner square shape should be blank and unmarked spiritual positions. And these wordless spiritual positions may be because of the orientation, which is very strange to make people feel visually, their breath is obviously a lot softer, but in the entire phalanx, it is still indispensable.

The night is deep, the whole Wenfeng Town is closed, every household is quiet, there is no candle flame, and I don't know what time it is. In the clouds that were piled up in the sky above, as if within reach, the faint earthy yellow brilliance seemed so unsettling. The strangeness of the heavens, the power of nature, will always appear when people cannot pay attention and are accustomed to ignoring, but when it is enough to attract people's attention, it is too late.

In the home of Zhang Tianru, the patriarch of the West Temple, the two pieces of white paper that symbolized white things pasted on the door had been debonded from the bottom, and in the dull and depressed situation, it seemed that a trace of wind had drifted out of nowhere, and the paper fluttered with a little gloomy taste. Zhang Tongren sat on the three steps of the hall, holding his cheeks and staring at the night sky in a daze. Since the square in the center of the town suddenly collapsed in the vibration, and the spiritual seats of the champions of the Eastern and Western Ancestral Halls were lined up, Zhang Tianru seemed disheartened, and after handing over everything to Shen Zhifei, the patriarch of the East Ancestral Hall, he was supported by Zhang Tongren and returned home, and never came out of the bedroom again.

As a native of Wenfeng Town, Zhang Tongren knows what the "Four Reverse Days" means to the people in the town, bathing, fasting, and precepts, but he can better understand Zhang Tianru's pressure and pain, he has been sent by the West Ancestral Hall to Zhang Tianru for some years, although Zhang Tianru has repeatedly said that he does not need it, but this is the rule in the ancestral hall, as if there has always been a Shen Wenqi by the side of Shen Zhifei, the patriarch of the East Ancestral Hall.

Therefore, Zhang Tongren was very worried about the patriarch of his West Temple, and he even sometimes felt that he fully understood Zhang Tianru's feelings, at least the pain of losing his son in old age, it was not something that any random person could bear. Zhang Tianru is not an ordinary person, he had the courage and courage to walk out of Wenfeng Town when he was a teenager, and after he came back, he greatly improved Wenfeng Town with what he saw and learned outside.

But Zhang Tongren faintly felt that there seemed to be some secrets in Zhang Tianru's body, but Zhang Tongren stayed by Zhang Tianru's side all the year round, and his way of thinking was also assimilated into an open type, so Zhang Tongren didn't want to pay attention to what secrets were hidden in the patriarch's body, he was just worried that Zhang Tianru would never be able to stand up again under such huge pressure.

There was a trace of incense in the night sky, and it was the incense burned by Zhang Si's family when they were fasting and praying, which made Zhang Tongren barely feel at ease, otherwise the dead silence in the town would make him feel that Wenfeng Town was already lifeless. Zhang Tongren couldn't help but stand up, for four days, he had always been outside the patriarch's bedroom, never leaving half a step, it seemed that he hadn't heard Zhang Tianru's suppressed and dull cough for a long time.

"Master ......" Zhang Tongren called softly, and no one was in the room. After hesitating for a moment, Zhang Tongren pushed open the door, and he didn't know why, the "squeak" sound from the two wooden doors made Zhang Tongren feel thrilled.

There was no light in the room, only three pillars of incense were burned on the wooden cabinet at the head of Zhang Tianru's bed, but the faint light also made Zhang Tongren vaguely see that under a blanket on the couch, Zhang Tianru's slightly obese body was lying there peacefully, and a heavy wheezing sound sounded in his ears at the same time.

Zhang Tongren just breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly trembled, and turned around suddenly, as if he had seen a ghost, with a look of disbelief on his face, "You...... You ......" Then, he slowly lowered his outstretched arms, his eyes bulged, a trace of blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, and he fell on the bed with a "bang". Behind him, there was a strange heavy gasp like a bellows.