There are two thick stone pillars on both sides of the iron gate, on the stone pillars, there are people with snake faces, red bodies, and flame candle dragons with their mouths hovering and winding, and under the stone steps stand more than 30 warriors wearing black and red heavy armor, even their faces are hidden under their helmets, standing motionless like statues, guarding the portal.

The car stopped, and none of those soldiers moved at all, until the old servant in cloth who personally drove the car for Zhang Huansheng shouted loudly: "I, the young master of the Zhang family in Xiongjing, have been tested by the emperor's order, and I will return to the house today to recognize my ancestors and return to my ancestors, and I should open the main gate and enter." ”

As if suddenly injected into their souls, all the samurai responded in unison, "No." He turned around and climbed the high steps step by step, and slowly pushed the black iron gate open, revealing a black stone road with hundreds of statues of soldiers and horses on both sides.

After that, the armor soldiers stood solemnly under the dragon pillar, bowed their heads, and landed on one knee to perform the master and slave salute.

When the old servant saw it, he respectfully lifted the bamboo curtain of the carriage and said to Zhang Huansheng: "Please move and enter the house." ”

Originally, he was followed to the front of the mansion by an old carriage, which also made Zhang Huansheng feel that Xiong Jing Zhang's family did not cherish the young master who suddenly fell from the sky, and even was faintly hostile, but the courtesy at this time made him not know whether this judgment was right or wrong.

Quite puzzled in his heart, he jumped out of the carriage, followed behind the old servant in cloth, stepped on the jade steps step by step, and entered the vermilion mansion.

Walking slowly along the gloomy stone road, Zhang Huansheng felt that he really didn't feel like he, he was walking into the big house of Zhumen, which was boiling oil and flowers, and couldn't help but look around and frown.

The old servant who led the way seemed to have his eyes open behind his back at this time, and suddenly explained softly without looking back: "Gentleman, the noble family of the sect is the most important name, and there is a place and a share of the famous party.

It is because I will lead you into the house, first enter my Zhang clan temple from the main gate to worship your ancestors, and let the sect elder include your name in the family tree, and then talk about others. ”

"Then the gate just now only leads to the Jongmyo Temple, and it can't go anywhere else, so big?" Zhang Huansheng asked suddenly.

"Your ancestors should be regarded as death as life," the old servant Mansheng said: "And I, Xiongjing Zhang, established a family with great martial arts, and served my ancestors with a military array, and the place is not good. ”

"I see." Zhang Huansheng nodded when he heard this, and then asked casually: "Then after I enter the genealogy for a while, I'm afraid I have to change my name, right?"

"The nobleman has an elegant name and a common name," the old servant in cloth replied softly: "The elegant name is jerky and difficult to speak, representing the dignity of the noble, in order to prevent being cursed and cursed by spells, except for the common canon, the less people know the better."

As for the common name, that's whatever you want to call it. ”

While talking, the two came to the end of the black stone road, in front of a stone hall with an extremely ancient system and seven or eight zhang square.

At this time, it was already dark, and I saw that under the bright moonlight, an old man dressed in plain clothes, robes, and his hair was scattered, and his face was wrinkled, as if he had lived for hundreds of years, was standing sideways by the door of the stone hall and waiting.

Seeing Zhang Huansheng appear, he stretched out his dry fingers, pointed, and asked the old servant in cloth with a dry voice like a ghost: "Qing hoe boy, is this the child left behind in the people?" ”

"Exactly." The old servant in cloth bowed deeply and saluted.

When the words landed, the old man muttered, "I don't look like it." But he still slowly pushed open the door of the hall, turned his head to look at Zhang Huansheng's slow voice and said: "My Xiongjing Zhang's elegant name, every eleven generations of reincarnation, your name is Zhang Xuansheng, when you visit your ancestors for a while, you will use this self-title in your heart."

Go in, bow nine times and bow three times, and then put on eleven pillars of incense.

After that, according to the instructions of the head of the house, you can go underground to take a look at the entire copy of the "Great Calamity Black Nikkei", see the true body of the candle dragon, and leave the temple tomorrow morning.

Although this is not a rare opportunity, you can also benefit a lot if you use your heart and taste, don't waste it easily, you know? ”

"Yes." Zhang Huansheng didn't know what to do, answered, and walked into the stone hall alone.

The stone hall was dim and dark, only the void grew from time to time, and the drifting wisps of milky white dim mist could be used as a light source.

In the middle of the hall was the place where the tablet should be enshrined, and behind a huge incense burner was a dark hole that led to the ground.

On the stone wall adjacent to the cave, there are paintings of ancient portraits with unclear faces and mottled shapes, Zhang Huansheng looked around, and felt that those portraits should be the ancestors of Xiongjing Zhang's family, so he picked up a thumb-thick long incense stick from the mud ground next to the incense burner, counted eleven sticks, lit them with a fire fold, and inserted them into the incense burner.

At the same time, he prayed silently in his heart: "Ancestors and predecessors of the Xiongjing Zhang family, although I am forced by the situation and pretend to think that you and other descendants of future generations, I have no intention of stealing the day to the end.

In the future, the real descendants of Xiong Jing Zhang's children and grandchildren will inherit the family business, please rest assured. ”

After saluting the incense, Zhang Huansheng was relieved, and quietly thought, "As the old saying goes, the mistakes of his mountains can attack jade."

The brocade-clothed old man in the official post only used a few drops of blood to make me break through the eight or nine mystical skills, and the cultivation of the exercises must be extraordinary, and the name "The Great Calamity Black Nikkei" is absolutely extraordinary as soon as I hear it.

It is not in vain for me to have the opportunity to see the real face, pretending to be a descendant of the Zhang family. He stood up and walked around the stone hall, feeling that there might be a mystery hidden in only one place, so he walked along a spiral ramp into the hole behind the incense burner.

After zigzag straight down a hundred feet, a red light came out, and continuing to descend, Zhang Huansheng walked into a huge cave.

The cave was empty, only a pile of black fluorite was burning in the center, and red smoke more than nine feet high came out, which constantly transformed into all kinds of mysterious ancient pictographic pictures and texts in the air, which should be the content of the "Great Calamity Black Nikkei" from the words.

And behind the burning black stone, a strange dragon corpse with a head and tail more than 20 feet apart, covered with red scales, four claws shaped like a goshawk, and a head like a beauty, stood against the stone, as if it was still alive, and looked at the entrance of the cave with eyes like electricity.

Zhang Huansheng and the strange dragon looked at each other, and suddenly felt that his body was constantly falling, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly, turning from a cave into an endless black mist.

Immediately afterwards, the candle dragon with the body of the dead human-headed snake in the distance ignited a flame in its mouth, violently regained its life, churned in the black mist, opened its bloody mouth, and flew straight towards Zhang Huansheng.

In the face of such a terrifying scene, he only smiled freely and muttered to himself, "The remains of the candle dragon are really a strange treasure, they have been dead for hundreds or thousands of years, and they can still charm the spirit." Let the candle dragon soar in the air, showing off its might, only recording its demeanor and might.

After that, Zhang Huansheng's mind turned, broke the delusion in front of him, looked at the reappeared cave, black stone, red smoke, sat down cross-legged, and began to use his best to remember the "Great Calamity Black Nikkei" evolved by the red smoke, little by little.