The Ye Clan's ancestral hall was located in the center of the inner courtyard. It was a small, independent courtyard. The large house in the middle was dedicated to the spirit tablets of the Ye Clan's ancestors. The back of the large house was like a showroom with portraits of the glorious ancestors and their achievements. There was also a family tree.
Ye Kong was not in a hurry to go to the ancestral hall because Ye Wei had told him that he could go home and say goodbye to Chen Jiuniang before he reflected on his mistakes. Moreover, there were rules for reflecting on his mistakes to the ancestors. He could not be dirty, so he could come out every five days to wash his hair, shower, and sleep.
Ye Wei said that he had been locked up by his father many years ago. The worst part was the night. It was eerie and scary. There was no place to sleep, so he had to kneel. In addition, he could not leave the Ye Residence during the reflection period.
Ye Kong did not care much about this. He had seen too many horror movies. As long as there were no real ghosts, he was not afraid. As for not being able to leave the residence, he had no intention of doing so.
The only depressing thing was that it would be great if he could get his hands on the Cultivation Scripture.
However, Ye Kong did not mention the scripture to Ye Wei. He had already shown excessive interest in the treasured book. If he continued to stare at it, others would become suspicious.
At that time, the simplest question would be, "How do you know these characters?" He could not answer that. Read it from a book? Which book? Let's take a look. Dreamed of it? This was too f * cking ridiculous.
Alright, no matter what, he would go say goodbye to his mother and reflect on his mistakes. As long as the book was in the Ye Residence, it would be easy. There would be a chance to get it.
Ye Kong thanked his elder brother and quickly walked out of the inner courtyard. When he returned to his own courtyard, he found an unexpected guest.
It was the Third Madam. Normally, these madams would not come here. Even if they wanted Chen Jiuniang to do something, they would send a servant girl to deliver it. Why did the Third Madam personally come today?
Seeing that Ye Kong had returned, Third Madam naturally pretentiously praised Ye Kong. Chen Jiuniang was already flattered. She had never seen Third Madam so amiable before.
The Third Madam's next words made Ye Kong understand why she was here. She was here to reveal the news that if it weren't for the Second Madam's previous words, Ye Kong would have probably gone to cultivate with the immortals.
It turned out that this woman was here to sow discord. Although Ye Kong hated the second wife for getting in the way, he didn't want to be used by the third wife.
Thus, Ye Kong told his mother that he was going to reflect on his mistakes in front of his ancestors. Then, he took a few thicker clothes and left the courtyard.
On the way to the Ye family's ancestral hall, Ye Kong found that the discussion behind him had changed again.
"Hey, you know what? Today, an immortal came to the Ye Family to accept a disciple. After choosing for a long time, only one person has the qualifications to become an immortal. "
"Who is it? Why are you so lucky? "
"Here …"
"Ah, an idiot? He's so f * cking lucky, but … why didn't he leave with the immortal? "
"Haha, you don't know this. Although he has qualifications, it's the worst kind. It's so bad that even the immortal can't help but laugh. It's so embarrassing."
"So that's how it is. Trash is trash. He was trash in the first place. It's even more embarrassing than those without qualifications."
"Haha, that's right. Now he's being punished to reflect on his mistakes in the ancestral hall."
"F * ck him, damn it. I'll slap your mouths sooner or later! "Ye Kong cursed in his heart. He turned back and sneered at the two servants, then swung his arms and walked away leisurely.
When he arrived at the Ye family's ancestral hall, Ye Kong discovered a strange phenomenon. He saw many soldiers surrounding the ancestral hall, and the security was tight. He didn't understand why there were so many soldiers guarding the ancestral hall. Could it be that someone was here to steal the Ye Family's ancestral memorial tablet?
Although Ye Kong found it strange, he didn't ask. He walked over with his night coat. Just as he was about to enter the door, he saw Ye Haoran stride out.
What is he doing here? Looking for me? To see if I'm here? Ye Kong was puzzled. He quickly moved to the side and made way for Ye Kong.
Ye Haoran's anger obviously hadn't subsided. He walked in front of Ye Kong, snorted coldly, and then walked away quickly.
If he's not here to look for me, then what is he here for?
Ye Kong lowered his head and pondered. He crossed the high door sill and walked into the heavily guarded ancestral hall.
This ancestral hall was different from other rooms. It was gloomy and cold in broad daylight. After entering the room, there was a feeling of jumping into cold water.
"This … could it be that there's really a ghost?" Ye Kong felt goosebumps and was depressed. There were so many people outside, but why was there no one inside?
If this was on Earth, Ye Kong would definitely laugh out loud. If there's no ghost, then what's there to be afraid of? But in this Cangnan continent, it's hard to say if there are ghosts.
He walked in quietly and saw that in the center of the ancestral hall was a circle surrounded by white marble railings. In the middle of the circle was also a circle carved out of white jade. No matter how he described it, it was similar to the Temple of Heaven in Beijing.
There were circles of railings on the outside and in the middle was a granary type building. The difference was that in the middle of Beijing was the tall Qinian Hall. The Ye Clan's was a tower carved out of white jade. On top of it, there were countless ancestral tablets of various sizes.
"This Ye Clan is really f * cking prosperous!" Ye Kong was shocked to find that this memorial tower wasn't all of the Ye Clan's ancestors. This memorial tower only worshiped the eldest branch of the Ye Clan. In other words, this was the Ye Clan's most powerful people, or the Ye Clan's famous people or high officials.
Most of the Ye Clan's branches' memorial tablets were placed on the tables by the wall of the big house. There were even more of them. Looking over, they were densely packed with long burning lamps in the middle. It was a very scary sight.
Tall and solid walls, an eerie wind flowing in the empty space. There wasn't a single person in sight, but it was filled with the memorial tablets of the dead. Even Ye Kong, the Bold King, couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. He didn't dare to breathe loudly as he lifted his heels and slowly walked in …
"Ye Kong."
"Oh my god!" Suddenly, a voice behind him made Ye Kong tremble. He leaned against the wall and looked back. He saw an old man with an old-fashioned face standing at the entrance of the ancestral hall.
"Oh, it's sir." Ye Kong saw that it was Zhang Wude and hurriedly went to greet him, "Sir, come in and talk."
"No need. It's not convenient for an outsider like me to enter the Ye Clan's ancestral hall." Zhang Wude still had that expressionless old face. He waved a few books in his hand and said, "I heard that you're going to face the wall, so I brought you a few books."
Although Zhang Wude's face was expressionless and his tone was as flat as usual, Ye Kong felt warm in his heart.
"Thank you, sir." Ye Kong took the books and found that most of them were poems and songs. There were also two books about strange and strange things in between.
Zhang Wude looked at Ye Kong and his eyes slowly softened. He said, "I've heard about your matter. Since you don't have a good spiritual root, then don't think about being an immortal. It's better to focus on learning poetry."
Although Ye Kong didn't think so, he couldn't refute someone who sincerely cared about him, so he nodded.
Probably seeing through Ye Kong's thoughts, Zhang Wude suddenly waved his big sleeves and reached out to touch Ye Kong's head. He raised his head and sighed, "Child, actually not cultivating is not a bad thing … Do you feel that the mortal world is cruel and life is cruel? But in fact, between cultivators, it's really cruel. Killing people for their treasures, killing people for fun, destroying the other's sect because of a sentence, these are very normal. Slowly, you will also become cruel and ruthless. For some so-called treasures, morality, shame, and even the lives of your family, you can disregard them. Sir, I don't want you to become such a person. "
Ye Kong felt that Zhang Wude's words were very touching. He looked up and asked, "Sir, why do you know so much about the matters between cultivators? Are you also an immortal? "
Zhang Wude shook his head. "Even if I have spiritual roots, I won't walk this path."
It was obvious that Zhang Wude had a story, but he didn't want to say it.
Ye Kong said again, "Sir, no matter if I'm in the immortal world or the mortal world in the future, no matter if I have a day where I can make a name for myself, I will never give up on good and evil, gratitude and hatred, nor will I compromise to any force or temptation!"
Zhang Wude, who had never had any expression on his face, actually smiled. He touched Ye Kong's head and smiled. "Not giving up, not compromising. Good, good, good. You are a good child."
"Hey, brother, I'm not a child!"
After Zhang Wude left, Ye Kong took the book and walked to the back of the ancestral hall. He found a cushion and placed it under the largest candle to read to pass the time.
However, Ye Kong wasn't interested in those poems. In the end, he flipped through the Records of Spiritual Creatures, which recorded the characteristics of many spirit beasts and spirit herbs. Of course, Ye Kong just felt that it was fun and didn't expect it to be very useful. According to the book, 90% of these spirit beasts and spirit herbs were extinct.
In the blink of an eye, it was night time, and there were soldiers outside calling for dinner. In the ancestral shrine, one still had to eat, so he ate with the soldiers. To the other young masters, the food here was just plain tea and plain rice, but to Ye Kong, the food here was even better than at home.
"Is this pork? Why does it smell so good? It's very chewy! "Ye Kong asked as he gnawed on a big bone.
The leader of the soldiers was a centurion called Liu Changqing, and he said with a smile, "Eighth Young Master, you don't know this, but this is the meat of an Ironhide Bull. Don't be fooled by its outer skin that's like iron; the meat inside is incredibly fragrant."
"Oh? An Ironhide Bull? It's hard to hunt, right? "Ye Kong asked in surprise.
"Of course, it's a mid-grade spirit beast." Liu Changqing said proudly, "If I didn't hunt it on my way here from the main camp, everyone wouldn't be able to taste it."
There were differences between wild beasts in the Cangnan Continent. Generally, pigs and sheep were classified as domestic animals. Wild beasts, or spirit beasts, were divided into top-grade, high-grade, mid-grade, low-grade, and no-grade. Every grade was divided into supreme-grade, high-grade, mid-grade, and low-grade.
Generally speaking, no-grade spirit beasts referred to spirit beasts that didn't cultivate. Just like humans, they didn't have spirit roots and didn't have innate spells.
But even without spells, these spirit beasts were still very powerful. Some had brute force, some had poison, and some were huge. In short, these spirit beasts could be dealt with by ordinary people, but they weren't easy to deal with.
As for high-grade spirit beasts, ordinary people couldn't deal with them. Only cultivators could deal with them. However, these spirit beasts wouldn't appear on the streets because they also cultivated and needed to ascend. When they reached the high-grade, they would gain intelligence, and when they reached the top-grade, they would be able to take human form.
This Ironhide Bull was a mid-grade no-grade spirit beast. For this centurion to be able to kill a mid-grade no-grade spirit beast, he probably wasn't simple.
Ye Kong nodded and praised, "General Liu's martial arts are superb. We'll also be able to enjoy our food."
Liu Changqing was delighted to be called general by Ye Kong. At this moment, a soldier beside him laughed and said, "Eighth Young Master, don't listen to his bragging. That Ironhide Bull's hide is so hard, and it's so big. If he hadn't encountered a heavily injured Ironhide Bull, even General Ye and his men might not have been able to deal with it."
Liu Changqing's face turned red, and he said angrily, "Whether it's heavily injured or not, it's because of me that you were able to taste an Ironhide Bull today."
The soldier didn't seem to be afraid of him, and he said, "A few of our brothers are injured."
Seeing that they were arguing, Ye Kong hurriedly said, "Hey, stop talking. No matter what, General Liu has improved everyone's food. Haha, don't be angry, General Liu. That brother is just feeling sorry for his brothers. Let's not talk too much. Ah, let's drink and eat meat."
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