Hearing Gu Xuan's explanation, Ling Yu understood why whenever he asked the Elder Pavilion, Qing Wan would show a look of nervousness and fear.

This matter is a secret like an ugly family for Xuan Miao'an, even if Ling Yu is now the owner of Xuan Miao'an, there are many things he still can't touch.

Seeing the contemplative look in Ling Yu's eyes, Gu Xuan patted Ling Yu's shoulder and said with a smile: "Anyway, you are now the head of the Xuanmiao Nunnery, and Yan Daoyou has also died immortal, and the past should also come to an end." ”

Hearing Gu Xuan's comfort, Ling Yu's face showed a trace of bitterness, and he sighed softly: "Senior Gu, you said it lightly, how can it be so easy in fact!"

Through Gu Xuan's words, Ling Yu could almost guess that Liu Furong was a person, her heart was like a snake and scorpion, the city was extremely deep, and she was very forbearing. Yan Suyi only injured him before, but he didn't kill him in the friendship of the same family, don't you know, this is exactly raising a tiger!

As if he had guessed what Ling Yu was thinking, Gu Xuan looked at the flickering bonfire, as if muttering to himself, and seemed to say to Ling Yu with relief: "In his position, seeking his position, there are many things that cannot be escaped." Facing it and overcoming it is a ...... for you to grow."

In the early morning of the next day, Ling Yu wore a plain cloth on his head, wore filial piety clothes, held a token symbolizing the position of the head of the nunnery, and led the disciples of Xuanmiao'an to the cemetery of Xuanmiao'an to bury Yan Suyi.

Behind Ling Yu were the disciples of Xuanmiao'an led by Qing Wan, all of whom were dressed in plain robes, and their beautiful eyes were filled with tears. Among the disciples, there were eight coffin guards carrying the coffin and walking slowly towards the cemetery.

And Murong Changfeng, Shi Chen and the others followed behind the disciples of Xuanmiao'an, accompanying them all the way.

In the cemetery, white chrysanthemums the size of bowls are blooming, and the surrounding pine trees are covered, quiet and peaceful. Hundreds of graves are located in the cemetery, and the area around the graves is very clean and free of weeds, and it seems that they are often cleaned and repaired.

Ling Yu came to the dug grave, stopped, and motioned for everyone to put the coffin into the grave. As a spade of dust fell, a generation of wise man Yan Suyi finally returned to bliss.

Looking at the new grave in front of him, Ling Yu fell to his knees, tears in his eyes. And the disciples of Xuanmiaoan behind him also knelt down and burst into tears.

The sky was gloomy, and the western desert, which had few dark clouds, seemed to be about to rain, and the hot breath was dispelled by wisps of cold wind, and even made people feel a little cool.

The strong people from all over the world who came to mourn walked to the tomb one by one and worshiped Yan Suyi.

It wasn't until noon that day that Yan Suyi's funeral was completely over. Ling Yu ordered someone to invite the strong people of Huaxia to the main hall of Xuanmiao'an, while he himself still knelt in front of the tomb, burning paper money for Yan Suyi.

"Senior, junior was ordered to be in danger, and now I have learned about the grievances between the Elders' Pavilion and you, only then did I realize that you left me a mess! I was originally a free body and didn't like to be bound, but now you have tied me to the future of Xuan Miao'an with both soft and hard measures, are you really not afraid that I won't be able to bear this burden?"

"Senior, you have lived a bright and upright life, and you have dedicated your life to Xuanmiaoan. But why didn't you tell me Yuhan's life story when you were dying? You only said the word 'god', based on this word alone, how can I guess who Yuhan's parents are?"

Ling Yu said helplessly to herself while adding paper money to the brazier.

Two hours later, Ling Yu finally burned out the paper money he brought. He took a deep breath and prepared to get up and leave. And just as Ling Yu turned around and took five steps, he suddenly seemed to remember something. He returned to the grave, his eyes glinting with complexity.

After a long time, Ling Yu gritted his teeth and whispered to himself: "Anyway, today's Xuanmiao Nunnery is a bottomless whirlpool, and only if you are prepared can you be safe!"

After Ling Yu finished speaking, he took out eighteen Falling Formation Stones from his bosom and carved a protective array according to the method that Wu Dao had taught him. Ling Yu really didn't have a talent for formations, so he only learned three formations from Wu Dao.

When he smashed the last falling stone into the formation, watching the golden divine brilliance rise one after another, and then gradually disappearing, Ling Yu left the cemetery with confidence.

As a cultivator, he is fighting against the heavens all the time. It seems that for them, survival is a miracle, and death is the most common encounter.

Therefore, for Ling Yu, although he couldn't be as free and easy as Nangong Yu in terms of life and death, he also knew that Yan Suyi's immortal death was just a drop in the ocean among hundreds of millions of cultivators. He only hoped that Yan Suyi could ascend to Bliss forever after his death, or be reincarnated smoothly.

When Ling Yu returned to the main hall of Xuanmiao'an, it was already dusk that day. The strong people of all over China sat in the main hall, pushing the cup and changing the lamp, and expressing their minds.

"Xiao Yu, now that you are the head of Xuan Miao'an, I don't know when the succession ceremony will be held?" Seeing Ling Yu's return, the Kunlun Demon King asked Ling Yu softly.

"This ...... It also depends on the meaning of your predecessors. Although I was appointed by the Yan seniors as the head of Xuan Miao'an, to be honest, the juniors didn't know about the succession. Therefore, I would like to ask all seniors to give more mention and help. Ling Yu said respectfully.

"I think so, today is the day of the burial of the lord of Yan'an, and the thirteenth day after is the auspicious day of the zodiac. Why don't you officially take charge of Xuanmiaoan in thirteen days. Sikong Qingyu pinched his fingers and calculated, and finally suggested to Ling Yu.

Yan Suyi has just been buried, and it stands to reason that Ling Yu, as a junior, should be filial piety for Yan Suyi for three years. But now the Xuanmiao Nunnery has no leader, so Ling Yu can only wait for seven days, wait for the first seven days, and then officially take over the position of the head of the nunnery.

Now that the matter has been decided, Ling Yu no longer hesitated, and nodded in agreement.

In the next few days, Ling Yu wanted to go outside the forbidden land to have a look, although he couldn't see Duanmu Yuhan, he still wanted to get closer to Yuhan and complain.

However, Ling Yu didn't know much about Xuan Miao'an, and since he was going to take over Xuanmiao'an, he had to understand the rules of Xuanmiao'an. In this way, Ling Yu's trip to the forbidden land was put on hold.

During these thirteen days, while following Qing Wan to learn about this ancient Taoist system that had been inherited for nearly a million years, Ling Yu also asked the Kunlun Demon King and Sikong Qingyu and others how to become a qualified person at the helm. Under the non-stop hectic, the days passed quickly.

In the early morning of the fourteenth day, Ling Yu followed Sikong Qingyu's suggestion, put on the clothes that Qingwan and other disciples had made for him overnight, and finished grooming early, ready for the succession ceremony.

Ling Yu stepped to the front of the main hall of Xuanmiao'an, receiving the Chinese forces who came to congratulate him, and the compliments almost grinded Ling Yu's ears out of the cocoon, but he could only bite the bullet and be polite to those people. After an hour, it is more tiring than experiencing a life-and-death battle.

Finally invited the cultivators who had come to Daoxi into the main hall, and Ling Yu had only slightly squeezed out a quarter of an hour's rest.

Ling Yu hid in the corner of the main hall, looking towards the powerhouses in the main hall. And when he inadvertently swept to the corners of the main hall, Ling Yu suddenly frowned, and a trace of turmoil appeared in his heart.

He felt that a few fresh faces appeared in the main hall. Although Ling Yu had received countless powerhouses since the early morning, his eyesight was outstanding, and he would have an impression of any cultivator who had come into contact with him. But those figures made Ling Yu feel extremely unfamiliar, and he was sure that he had never seen those people.

In fact, early this morning, Ling Yu felt a little restless, as if something was about to happen. At first, he thought it was because he was about to take over the position of head of the nunnery and had mixed feelings. But now it seems that perhaps his divine consciousness was foreshadowing something.

"The auspicious time has come, and the succession ceremony begins!" With Sikong Qingyu's reminder, the forces in the hall gradually quieted down.

Because there was a deep gap between the Elders' Pavilion and the Xuanmiao Nunnery, Ling Yu could only ask Sikong Qingyu to preside over the grand event.

After Sikong Qingyu finished speaking, he took three incense candles from the disciples of Xuanmiaoan on the side and handed them to Ling Yu.

Ling Yu nodded to Sikong Qingyu, took the incense candle with both hands, stepped to the incense case, and bowed respectfully towards the spiritual position of the previous masters of the Xuanmiao Nunnery enshrined behind the incense case. Then he lit the incense candle and inserted it into the censer.

This is the first step to take over the General Assembly, to worship the ancestors.

Seeing that Ling Yu had already inserted the incense candle in front of the enshrined spiritual seat, Sikong Qingyu nodded. He once again took a bamboo slip from the disciple next to him, unfolded it gently, and said loudly: "The successor disciple Ling Yu was ordered, and the Xuanmiao Nunnery was created by the ancient sage Emperor Zilin. The Later Emperor traveled outside the world, leaving behind the Taoist system for future generations to live in. ”

"All my disciples of Xuanmiaoan must abide by the seven chapters and twelve laws, and must not betray the master, not kill each other, and not kill innocent people indiscriminately......"

Ling Yu listened to Sikong Qingyu's recitation, a little drowsy, but still insisted on listening to all the rules and laws. His personality is free and easy, and now he is firmly bound by the precepts in Sikong Qingyu's mouth, which makes Ling Yu feel uncomfortable.

After about two quarters of an hour, Sikong Qingyu finally finished reciting the precepts on the bamboo slips to Ling Yu, and Ling Yu also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Below, this is the third item of the takeover conference, receiving the token, in charge!"

After Sikong Qingyu finished speaking, he took down the token enshrined on the incense case and wanted to hand it over to Ling Yu. This token had actually been handed over to Ling Yu by Yan Suyi a long time ago, but today was the takeover conference, so Ling Yu had no choice but to take over the token again in front of a group of Huaxia powerhouses.

However, just as Sikong Qingyu was about to hand over the token to Ling Yu's palm, a sudden change occurred. A sneer came from outside the main hall of Xuan Miao'an, and that sneer was full of disdain, causing Sikong Qingyu and Ling Yu to frown slightly.

"Hmph, Xuanmiao'an has been inherited for nearly a million years, although it is not the first court in China, but it is also an ancient Taoist system known to the world. Now that an outsider wants to steal the opportunity of the Xuanmiao Nunnery, what is his intention? Moreover, the previous owners of the Xuanmiao Nunnery are all women and saints, how can he Ling Yu dare to occupy the magpie's nest as a man, is he worthy?"