Hall of Ghosts.

Looking at the two people who leaned over to salute under the jade seat, the blood wolf monk's gaze stayed on Qin Yan's face for a long time, until he saw a trace of panic in Qin Yan's eyes, he slowly spoke: "Yan'er, you haven't worshiped the ancestral hall yet, have you?"

Qin Yan shook his head honestly: "No." "It is said that when he became the chief five years ago, he should have gone to visit the ancestral spiritual position, but because of Senior Brother Huang Fan, the master was not in a good mood during that time, so the matter had to be stopped.

"Last time, I was negligent for the teacher, let's make up for it this time!" The Blood Wolf Monk rose from the jade throne, and the dark shadow suddenly occupied the entire field of vision of the two disciples below, "It just so happens that the teacher has something to say to you." ”

The ancestral hall of the ancestor of the Posa Gate was originally not far behind the ghost hall. There is no trace of this place all year round, and it is surrounded by woods, and it is quiet and quiet. Except for a few elders of the sect and the chief disciple of each session, probably no one can know about this place anymore. Qin Yan once slandered him, with the temperament of the master, probably he won't come over often, isn't he afraid that the ancestors will cut off the incense!

Qin Yan followed the Blood Wolf Monk closer, and the antique temple sitting in the open space in front of him was the ancestral hall of the patriarch. Although it is not majestic, the four-cornered cornices and glazed tile roof are also exquisite and elegant. An old man with a white beard in front of the temple was bowing his head and sweeping, and when he heard the footsteps of the two, he raised his head and looked at it, and he did not salute, but walked to the side by himself.

Qin Yan was a little surprised, what is the identity of this old man, he didn't bow when he saw the master of the door? If he said the old man who lived in seclusion in the door, how could he not see the blood wolf monk greeting him. It's strange that the two of them ignore each other as if they were strangers.

Walking into the hall, the cigarette smoke curls, the ancestors are enshrined on the top, and the top is three portraits. The portrait in it is very old, showing an old dark yellow, and the faces of the people in the painting are no longer real, but judging from the high crown and big sleeves in the ancient costume, it must be an old fairy with excellent demeanor. Qin Yan knows that this is Dai Zhenren, the founder of this gate, due to the age, his deeds have been a little blurred, but judging from the legends of this gate's historical books, he has the magic power to move mountains and fill rivers, and a stomp can make Kyushu shake, I don't know if there is an exaggeration.

The portrait on the left of Patriarch Dai is a man with a magnificent face, a short beard, a smile at the corner of his mouth, and an extraordinary demeanor. In fact, the deeds of this Patriarch Lin back then are by no means "famous and moving the world". It is said that the Posa Sect was originally just a small sect in a corner of peace, and it was Patriarch Lin who carried it forward, making her a prosperous family that was not inferior to any major sect. And Patriarch Lin's own cultivation is also the peak, known as the first master of the year, it is rumored that he finally succeeded in cultivating and feathered to become an immortal. Now the Dengxian Terrace on the mountain behind the Cangliu Palace is the place where Patriarch Lin ascended.

To the right of Patriarch Dai is a young man in white clothes, handsome and elegant. Qin Yan heard that his name was Jiang Yuanqi, and he was the master of Zhongxing in his own sect, but in the past two hundred years, the classics in the door have been secretive about his deeds, and even his name is covered up by a pronoun, and I don't know if he has made any big rebellious moves. At this time, Qin Yan looked intently, and gradually saw that there was a faint evil aura between his eyebrows, not like a person in the Daomen...... Of course, compared to the current Blood Wolf Monk, he can already be regarded as a living Buddha and Bodhisattva.

The Blood Wolf Monk restrained his anger, respectfully bowed on the futon, and said: "Ancestors, Fan Wentian, the thirty-second generation disciple of the Po Shan Sect, and Qin Yan, the thirty-third generation disciple, came to pay respects!"

Qin Yan only learned today that it turned out that the master's real name was Fan Wentian.

The blood wolf monk took two arm-thick red candles, lit them and inserted them in the incense burner in front of the desk, then he stepped aside, picked up three incense sticks, and handed them to Qin Yan: "Yan'er, come and offer incense to the ancestral master!"

Qin Yan took the incense, bowed respectfully in front of the desk, and then inserted the incense in the furnace.

The Blood Wolf Monk looked at him with an unusually solemn face, and when he finished speaking, he said, "Okay, you can come with the teacher!"

He took Qin Yan out of the main hall through the side door, but did not leave the ancestral hall, but passed through a narrow corridor and turned to the back of the ancestral hall. Qin Yan was surprised to find that there was a separate tablet in the apse, and the portrait behind the tablet was Jiang Yuanqi, who had just been enshrined behind Patriarch Dai!

He looked at the Blood Wolf Monk in amazement. What does this mean, and why does Patriarch Jiang have two tablets?

The blood wolf monk's face sank like water, and he put a stick of incense in front of Patriarch Jiang's tablet, and then walked out of the same way without saying a word.

Qin Yan thought about it, and put on a stick of incense before withdrawing from the ancestral hall lightly.

The Blood Wolf Monk was waiting on the edge of the stone steps in front of the ancestral hall. He didn't restrain his strength anymore, he just stood with his hands in his hands, and a strong and thick pressure emanated in all directions, and the fog around him was spewing a halo, making the surrounding scenery distorted, as if he was in a world in water.

Qin Yan suppressed the discomfort in his chest and walked over gently: "Master!"

"Have you incensed the patriarch?"

"Up. Qin Yan didn't understand why he was asking this.

The Blood Wolf Monk snorted, then turned his head, stared into his eyes, and asked, "Do you know the story of Ancestor Jiang?"

"Heard a little. Qin Yan continued under the gesture of his eyes, "Ancestor Jiang is a genius who is rare in a thousand years, he has reached the top at the age of twenty, and there is no rival in the world. It's a pity, for some reason, he was confused by the Heavenly Demons, turned to the evil path, and later besieged by many masters......"

He suddenly stopped talking, because the coldness that suddenly burst out of the Blood Wolf Monk's eyes seemed to choke his throat, making it difficult for him to speak anymore.

After a while, the Blood Wolf Monk looked away, nodded slightly, and said, "According to the records of some bullshit classics on the rivers and lakes, this is indeed the case. It's good that you know these things. ”

Qin Yan didn't dare to speak out, and he didn't even dare to say a sentence of "Master's false praise". He could obviously see that the Blood Wolf Monk was not in a good mood right now, and God knew what the consequences would be if he talked nonsense.

After a long time, the Blood Wolf Monk sighed, and suddenly scolded sharply: "Those so-called hypocrites!" Accompanied by these words, there was a huge roar, and the entire mountain seemed to shake. Qin Yan hurriedly stabilized his mind, and then he saw a crack spread from the blood wolf monk's feet, down the stone steps, until the end of his sight.

Then, I heard a cold snort from the ancestral hall behind me, which seemed to be full of disdain and sarcasm.

Qin Yan was shocked into a cold sweat in an instant. If the master is angry, don't tear down the ancestral hall.