"Kyaukyao River Han, among all living beings, I hope you are the star", Lin Dutian pointed to the morning star in the eastern sky and said to the little boy.

Hearing this, for a while, the little boy's weak body shook violently, but I don't know if it was because of the cold in the early morning or because of this sentence.

Since passing the so-called assessment, the little boy found that Lin Dutian no longer felt as distant and ethereal as before, on the contrary, but a kind of closeness and kindness, although his speech was still cold and quiet, but compared to before, it was much better.

Looking at the lonely and majestic figure in front of him, a warm current suddenly rose in the little boy's heart, slowly flowing non-stop.

"Let's go, go to the ancestral hall of the patriarch, worship the ancestors, and enter the sect."

Lin Dutian retracted his deep gaze and walked first, and the little boy followed step by step, and the footsteps of the two gradually disappeared with the morning dew.

The winding path is secluded, there are no insects and birds singing all the way, walking through a section of gravel path, passing through a piece of bamboo forest, what comes into view is an inconspicuous blue brick and gray tile house, which is very rare in Fuyu Pavilion, because there are many bamboo buildings and wooden houses here, and there are not many such blue and gray brick buildings.

Layers of huge bluestone stairs, about more than zhang long, along the trend, planted towering sycamores left and right, even if the sunrise has not revealed a little light, there is no little boy imaginary glow here, the visions are varied, there is no lotus everywhere, some are just through the vicissitudes of life, the dust is not clean, the ancient and simple, look at it, then let people give birth to infinite solemn and solemn feeling.

Lin Dutian and the two walked up the stairs and finally stopped outside the hall.

Lin Dutian looked at the four words of the ancestral hall, with a serious expression, and then he slowly drew a magic circle with both hands, and the subtle mysteries in it made the little boy on the side dazzled for a while.

At the same time, the sky above the entire ancestral hall, as if a storm was coming, a raindrop-like transparent circular light curtain appeared out of thin air, enveloping the entire ancestral hall.

Not long after, the dazzling white magic circle in Lin Dutian's hand also condensed and formed, and then instantly merged into the transparent color light mask, and then, an ancient and thick vast aura rushed to his face, like a torrent of history, opening the floodgates that had been sealed for a long time, and instantly submerging the master and apprentice in front of the main hall.

With a "squeak", the simple door of the palace slowly opened automatically, and when I looked inside, it was as dark as night, and I didn't know it clearly.

"Come in with me".

After saying that, Lin Dutian strode forward, and the little boy followed closely behind.

The inside of the ancestral hall of the patriarch is not the same as the outside, the outside looks, it is relatively narrow, and once you enter the inside, it becomes suddenly open, it is very wide, there is no cave here, this should be the small world that the legendary immortal family people opened.

In the ancestral hall, densely packed, about three zhang high statues, neatly placed in it, each statue pedestal is engraved with the name of the owner, the statue is lifelike, just like a real person.

"These are almost all my predecessors, although some are not, but they have had a great favor to me Fuyu Pavilion, specially for here, enjoy my incense, so as my disciple, I don't ask you to participate in the creation of the world, the world, but you must know the grace of the retribution, take the world's morality as the criterion, you can't go for profit, if you violate it, I will kill you with my own hands", Lin Dutian said.

The ancestral hall of the patriarch is quiet and solemn, spotless, and every statue in the hall is lit with a glass lamp about seven or eight inches high, and the wick of the glass lamp beats with a dark yellow flame.

Although there is no top luxury, magnificence, but the solemnity of it, the sense of heavy accumulation of history, but extraordinarily strong, behind each statue, there are endless blood stories, there are extraordinary history, they are all witnesses to the rise and fall of Fuyu Pavilion.

It is precisely because of the hard work of the ancestors that there is today's Fuyu Pavilion, and as soon as he entered it, a courageous and fearless determination quietly climbed into the heart of the little boy.

Lin Dutian walked straight to the front of a statue and stopped, bent down, and said: "This is the patriarch of my Fuyu Pavilion, Yuyu Zhenren, it is said that he used to be a casual cultivator, and by chance, he occasionally got the ancient relics, practiced to the fullest, and there are few opponents in the world."

"And the dragon under its feet was once my Fuyu Pavilion Guardian Divine Beast, and they and their followers spent hundreds of years to establish my Fuyu Pavilion in this mountain more than 20,000 years ago."

The little boy looked up, only to see Yuyu Zhenren stepping on a blood-colored dragon, a circle of light wheels behind his head, his appearance was clear, his attitude was clear, his demeanor was outstanding, he pointed to the sky in one hand, and held a jade sword in one hand.

When the little boy heard this, he knelt down and sincerely bowed down to the Yuyu Patriarch.

Then, Lin Dutian continued to walk inside, without stopping all the way, until finally, he stopped in front of the sculpture of a middle-aged man in a moon-white robe, looked up, and was silent for a long time.

After a long time, Lin Dutian bent his knees and knelt down slowly, a trace of mist appeared in his eyes, and the little boy was even more surprised when he saw this, because even in the face of the patriarch of the Kaipai just now, Yuyu Zhenren, Lin Dutian only bowed, but now he is doing this big gift, so the little boy can't help but have a strong interest in this seemingly ordinary middle-aged man, is this middle-aged man's identity higher than the patriarch of the Kaipai, how is it possible.

Just listen, "Master, the unscrupulous disciple Lin Dutian has come to see you again."

The voice was sad and full of remorse, and Lin Dutian's hand slowly went down from top to bottom, touching the three words on the pedestal, and said in pain.

The little boy was very frightened when he saw this, what he didn't expect was that the god-like man in his heart had such a fragile side, it turned out that God also had feelings, and what he didn't expect was that he was about to become the disciple of the middle-aged man in front of him.

"It turns out that this person is his master, no wonder he wants to make this great gift", the little boy said in his heart.

By the dim and flickering candlelight, the little boy carefully looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, what kind of person was it?

The middle-aged man is wearing a moon-white robe, his figure is straight and slender, his eyes are slightly raised, a trace of blindness, revealing in his eyes, rich as jade, chic and uninhibited, seemingly ordinary, but after looking at it for a long time, it feels more and more charming, the figure, as if it is one with this piece of heaven and earth, even if it is a statue, but it also gives people a feeling of facing the mountains and looking up.

The little boy was fascinated, and he didn't know how long it took to wake up, and when he saw Lin Dutian still kneeling on the ground, he couldn't help but comfort him, and said: "The storyteller in the town said that after death, people will turn into stars in the sky, and they will pay attention to all the joys and sorrows of those close to them in the sky, so we who are alive should be happy every day, and don't let them worry about us in the sky, I think, in fact, they are not dead, but in another world that we can't see, watching us."