The highest mountain of the Zhong family, in a side hall.

Zhong Shen was led by a guiding disciple, and as soon as Fang stepped in, he was slightly stunned.

At this time, in the center of the main hall, there were seven or eight figures, and at the front, a middle-aged man in a soap robe with a thin face stood there with his hands behind his back, with no expression on his face.

When Zhong Shen walked into the main hall, these people looked at Zhong Shen slightly, the middle-aged man in the soap robe just glanced at it and looked away, and the others also looked away when they saw that Zhong Shen didn't look special.

When these people looked at Zhong Shen, Zhong Shen also glanced around with his eyes, only to find that he didn't know any of these people. However, judging from the mana fluctuations emanating from these people, they were all Jindan stage monks, and the middle-aged man in the soap robe standing at the front had a breath like an abyss and a sea, the same feeling that Zhong Xuanji gave him.

"Yuan Infant Monk!"

This made Zhong Shen's eyelids jump!

He had long heard that in addition to his titular father, Zhong Xuanji, there were also four Yuan Infant Stage Elders in the clan, one of whom was even a Great Monk who had reached the late Yuan Infant Stage, second only to the Zhong family's Great Elder of the Mahayana Period, who had been in retreat all year round. However, this person is said to be more mysterious than the Great Elder, and it is said that he has existed since the time of the previous patriarch, but almost everyone in the clan has never seen this person.

I want to immerse myself in cultivation and want to go further in my cultivation, so I never show up in front of people.

Anyway, there was a Yuan Infant Elder here, but Zhong Xuanji, who had informed him that he was here, was not here, which made him a little surprised.

Zhong Shen hesitated in his heart, but he still walked in, and found a place next to the seven or eight people and stood with his hands down, waiting quietly.

In the following time, three more Jindan monks arrived one after another, bringing the number of Jindan monks in the main hall to twelve.

The middle-aged man in the soap robe, who had been silent, suddenly spoke: "Ladies and gentlemen, today is the day when the ancestor of my Zhong family ascended to the immortal realm, and I have summoned you here to worship you. ”

"Although you are all from my Zhong family, you should also know something about the ancestors of the Zhong family, the ancestors cultivated to the peak of Mahayana, and finally survived the catastrophe and ascended to the immortal realm. You and others are all disciples who have produced Jin Dan in the spring and autumn of the past 20 years, and they are also the backbone of my Zhong family, enjoying the treatment of the elders of the Zhong family. Today, to worship the icon of the ancestors, you must swear to dedicate yourself to the glory of my Zhong family, can you understand?"

"Disciple understands!"

There was a commotion when everyone below heard this, and many people showed excitement on their faces.

The Zhong family's holy land is equivalent to the ancestral hall in the secular world, in the past, only descendants could enter the worship, and concubine disciples were not allowed to enter at all, and they were not even allowed to mention it, but the Zhong family also stipulated that if the cultivation reached the Jindan stage and became an elder, with the permission of the great elder and the patriarch, they could also enter the holy land with the descendants of the disciples.

Now that this announcement is equivalent to acknowledging that these people are the descendants of the Zhong family, it is no wonder that these disciples are grateful.

However, Zhong Shen behaved relatively calmly at this time, because what he was thinking about was how to make his request if he could see Zhong Xuanji in the future.

"Let's go. The middle-aged man in the soap-robed robe said something again, and then with a wave of his hand, the ground around him suddenly lit up with a circle of spiritual patterns, and then a white light surged up, enveloping everyone in it.

Zhong Shen only felt a buzz in front of him, and then after a flash of light, he appeared on a flat ground with the others.

As far as the eye can see, the grass is green, the trees are sparse, and the surrounding rock walls are surrounded, as if it is a huge canyon with a size of thousands of zhang.

Everyone was amazed, because the aura of heaven and earth contained in the air here was extremely rich. And in front of the crowd a hundred zhang away, a bottle of more than three zhang high old man statue stands there, in the statue around the hundred zhang range, there are more than ten zhang high stone pillars, the surface is engraved with a circle of mysterious spirit patterns.

The statue of the old man is dressed in a robe and sits on the ground, his facial features are upright, his appearance is dignified, he stands with his hands in his hands, raises his head slightly, his eyes look at the void in the distance, and his eyebrows are inlaid with a crimson spar, exuding a crystal luster.

When Zhong Shen's gaze fell on this crimson spar, he was startled.

Because this spar is the same as the crimson spar obtained from the Divine Soldier Seal, only slightly smaller.

Zhong Shen looked at the crimson spar at the center of the statue's eyebrows, and thoughts rolled in his heart.

The slightly larger crimson spar in his storage bag should have come from outside the sky, and then it was discovered by the owner of the Nightmare Palace and refined into a divine seal, which went through various ways for tens of thousands of years, and finally became a spar again, and was obtained by himself by mistake.

He also did some research on this spar later, but he didn't get any results, and even King Jin didn't know about it, but it was certain that this stone was by no means ordinary, but he might not have cultivated enough to control it.

After that, he had been focusing on the matter of condensing the golden pill and strengthening the magic weapon, but he put the matter down. Now that he found that there was such a spar on the statue of the ancestor of the Zhong family, it naturally made his heart interested again.

After thinking about it, under the leadership of the middle-aged man in the soap robe, the disciples of the Jindan period present came to the statue and began to bow three times and bow to the statue of the ancestors, and Zhong Shen also worshiped with everyone.

After a rather elaborate ritual, the worship was over and everyone stood up.

At this moment, the previous teleportation array was once again full of white light, and then three figures appeared in it.

Everyone followed the prestige, and Zhong Shen raised his eyebrows slightly.

There were two men and a woman, the leader was dressed in a white robe, with broad eyebrows and deep eyes, it was Zhong Xuanji, the contemporary patriarch of the Zhong family.

"It didn't show up before, but now it's coming again. Zhong Shen thought so, his eyes swept towards the other two, and his heart suddenly shook.

Judging from the aura emanating from these two people, like Zhong Xuanji, they are both Yuan Infant Stage monks, but among them, Zhong Xuanji's cultivation is the highest. In other words, the five Yuan Infant Monks of the Zhong family are here, and four of them are here today.

The man was forty or fifty years old, with a round face, a mustache at his chin, and a satin robe, and he looked quite rich.

The woman was in her thirties, her face was like a full moon, and she was dressed in an apricot yellow robe, and she was actually a beautiful Taoist aunt.

"Meet the patriarch and the elders!" Seeing this, the disciples of the Jindan Department of the Shu Department bowed one after another.

"Get up. Zhong Xuanji waved his hand and said indifferently, casually glanced at everyone present, and did not stay on Zhong Shen too much.

Zhong Shen was not surprised, after all, even if this titular father was face to face, he would not look at him squarely, let alone in front of outsiders.

"Tsk, that's good, that's good, my Zhong family is also prosperous in the past one Jiazi, just the disciples of the Shu family have so many people who can condense the golden pill, it's really good. The round-faced satin-robed man looked here with interest, touched the mustache on his chin, and shook his head.

"There is no difference between the descendants and the descendants in terms of qualifications, and under the same conditions, the probability of getting a pill will not be lower than that of the descendants. The beautiful Daogu said coldly, with a look of indifference on her face.

"Elder Zihui is right, but although our Zhong family is one of the three major immortal cultivators in Tiannan, the cultivation resources in the clan are limited after all, so naturally we have to divide the best. I said Kuishan, have these little guys worshiped their ancestors?" The round-faced satin-robed man laughed dryly, then turned to the middle-aged man in the soap-robed question.

"That's nature. Now that the patriarch is here, the next thing will be arranged by the patriarch. Zhong Kuishan nodded, looked at Zhong Xuanji, and said.

As he spoke, he walked to Zhong Xuanji's side and stopped talking.

"Ladies and gentlemen, since you have worshiped the ancestral icons, you will be the pillars of my Zhong family in the future. This holy place of the Zhong family is actually the place where the ancestors retreated and meditated, and the richness of the aura of heaven and earth is far from comparable to the outside world, and the statue of the ancestor has the miraculous effect of gathering the aura of heaven and earth. Several ancestors in the clan had used this as a base to work together to set up a spirit gathering array. According to the decision of the Council of Elders, you will be allowed to enter the Gathering Circle for a period of three days. Zhong Xuanji announced lightly.