"Zhuao Zhuang Zhen Gongba, I have seen the envoy of the sect!" The old man in brocade had a straight face, and immediately pushed the golden mountain and poured the jade pillar to bow to Yi Hao.

"Seniors, get up quickly, don't do this great gift!" Yi Hao forcibly held up his only arm when Zhen Gongba wanted to kneel.

"You are the seniors of Sanyang, how can the younger generations receive your great gifts!" Yi Hao looked at Zhen Gongba's eyes with sadness, and said with a heartfelt voice.

"Good! Good! Zhen Gongba looked at Yi Hao, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Yi Gongzi, let's talk to another place!" Zhen Gongba turned around and walked to a bookshelf behind the living room, and his hand pushed hard. The bookshelf immediately turned slowly, and then a dark hole appeared in the original shelf.

Zhen Gongba took the lead in jumping down, and Yi Hao followed and jumped. The entrance of the cave is only more than a foot deep, waiting for Yihao to land. Zhen Gongba casually pressed a bulge in the wall, and the bookshelf outside the hole quickly returned to its original position.

Under the leadership of Zhen Gongba, the two groped their way forward. The two of them had been walking for less than a quarter of an hour, and a stone gate of illegible material appeared in front of them.

"Yi Gongzi, please use the wrench with me." Zhen Gongba took out a wrench that was exactly the same as Yi Hao's, and then looked at Yi Hao next to him and whispered.

Yi Hao immediately took out the wrench from the storage bag and handed it to Zhen Gongba. Zhen Gongba gently closed the two wrenches, and suddenly a complete and flawless wrench appeared in front of the two of them. The Yuan Force on the wrench flowed, and suddenly a fiery red pillar of light rushed out of the wrench, projecting towards a sun symbol on the stone gate.

"Boom" stone gate seems to be ten thousand catties, slowly rising.

A blinding light shone from behind the door, and the stone door slowly opened.

"What is this?" Yi Hao stared intently at the room, his eyes full of shock.

I saw that the hall inside was more than 100 zhang high and about 1,000 zhang wide. The four walls of the hall are inlaid with countless night pearls, illuminating the hall like day. There is a stone platform in the center of the hall, on which a thick incense stick as thick as a barrel is wafting out a trace of green smoke, and a few of it is soaring into the sky.

In the air in the hall, countless portraits floated silently in the green smoke. The figures on the portrait are lifelike, and they have different expressions. Some raise their heads and roar, some swing their swords and slash, some bow their heads and sigh, some sing with their swords, and some are compassionate......

"Yi Gongzi, can you know their origins...... Zhen Gongba saw Yi Hao looking at these portraits with a puzzled face. He then pointed to the portraits in the air, and slowly began to speak with a very serious expression.

Zhen Gongba pointed to a hanging portrait closest to them. The man in the painting looks middle-aged, with long hair in a black robe and a pair of eyes that breathe a terrifying light.

He is the twenty-seventh generation disciple of the Ziyang Peak of the Sanyang Sect, named Chu Qiming, who was a cultivator in the late stage of the Yuan Infant, forgetting to die when fighting with the enemy, his body was shattered, and the Yuan Infant was still chasing the enemy when he left the body.

Zhen Gongba played a trick to the portrait, and the figure in the portrait suddenly seemed to come to life. The faint figure stepped out of the picture scroll, and its arms raised and shouted, "My generation does not hesitate to die, just for Sanyang to leave a fire root!" The voice is pathetic.

In another portrait, the young woman in the painting looks like a fairy, and her white clothes are fluttering.

She is Zhou Ruoli, the elder of the outer courtyard. She rushed into the Demon Dao Sect before she was eight hundred years old. He fought hard to kill Yiteng Yuan Zhenjun and seriously injured Yihui Yuan Zhenjun.

Zhen Gongba played a trick, and Zhou Ruoli came out of the picture fluttering across the picture in a fairy robe. She frowned slightly, and the three-foot Qingfeng Sword in her hand pointed at a certain place in the void and whispered: "No matter what sect you are, how dare you deceive me Sanyang no one!" ”

Zhen Gongba pointed to a portrait next to him, in which a red-haired middle-aged man was tall and full of vitality. He stepped out, the black giant sword in his hand slashed down wildly, and shouted angrily: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Slay all the ghosts in the world! ”

In the middle of a portrait, the red-robed man in the painting stands against the wind, covering the sky and the sun with all his might. A Yuan Fire in his hand floated, and the space around the Yuan Fire seemed to be burned and collapsed.

His name is Wu Daoyuan, and he is the third-generation sect master of the Sanyang Sect. It is said that its cultivation is world-famous, and a single look can scare the enemy to death. When he was alive, no one in the Sanyang Sect dared to offend the sect in the slightest. He fought more than a dozen enemies of the same realm alone, and finally died together.

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"This ...... Place...... For...... Dear Ruins! Zhen Gongba looked at the countless portraits floating in the air, his face was solemn, and he said word by word.

"This is the meritorious cultivation of the Sanyang Sect for generations...... Return to the Ruins! ”

"Every generation of the head of the Sanyang Sect will come here with a wrench to remember the martyrs and pay tribute to their heroic souls!"

"Yi Hao, would you like to pay tribute to them...... Zhen Gongba suddenly turned around and looked at Yi Hao with a serious expression, and raised the wrench fingers in his hand together.

"I ...... I do! Yi Hao hesitated slightly, and then said loudly.

"You may have some doubts, let's pay homage to our ancestors before we talk about it in detail!" Zhen Gongba saw the hesitation and doubt in Yi Hao's eyes, and spoke.

"You do what I say and do, but remember that you must be pious in your heart!" Zhen Gongba handed Yi Hao a long incense stick that had been lit and said seriously.

"Bow down!"

"Worship the ancestors with the world in mind and help the people in need!"

Yi Hao was stunned, but instantly understood. Without a broad mind and compassion for the world, if you only seek immortality, you will cultivate the way of plunder! To cultivate the truth, you should first cultivate "God".

He immediately followed Zhen Gongba's deep retelling, and then bent down and kowtowed.

"Second worship!"

"Worship the ancestors with the Great Dao in their hearts, and reverse the cultivation of the true law!"

Yi Hao was stunned, and he had an epiphany in his heart. My generation cultivates the true way of cultivating against the heavens, and changes the way of heaven and earth. If it is not reversed, where will life grow, let alone immortality? To cultivate the truth, you should first cultivate the "heart".

"Three bows!"

"Worship the ancestors who sacrificed their lives and forgot to die, and protect the sect!"

Yi Hao was shocked and enthusiastic. If you can't even protect your own sect and this homeland, how can you talk about reverse cultivation, how can you talk about helping the world! To cultivate the truth, you should first cultivate "practice".

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These three sacrifices are not only to pay tribute to the ancestors, but also to cultivate the body and mind. The three sacrifices ask about the original heart, and the three words directly point to the cultivation essence and the avenue of life of the cultivator. Yi Hao looked up at the hanging images floating in the air, and he seemed to understand something in his heart, and an inexplicable spirit sprouted and took root in his heart.

The Zhen clan of the Zhen Gong tyrannizing them is actually the clan of the ruins in the Sanyang Sect. Zhuaozhuang has existed for countless years, and it is said that it was founded by an incognito seventh disciple of Sanyang Zhenjun.

The Zhen family has lived in Zhuaozhuang for generations. When the children in the clan stay young, they will be taken to the Sanyang Sect to cultivate. At the same time, there will also be some orphans of the Sanyang Sect who will be escorted here to be raised by the Zhen family.

After the Zhen clan has achieved cultivation in the Sanyang Sect, they will participate in some mission training. At some point, they will return to the place with some less qualified people to continue to protect the ruins.

They are the head of the Sanyang Sect, and they have always been loyal to the sect. The ruins are the top secret of the Sanyang Sect, and only the head of the Sanyang Sect and the owner of Zhuao Village know about it.