Qing Yun Hill, TongTian Peak, Founders Ancestral Hall.
The verdant forest was still the same as before, dense and full of vitality. A faint morning mist was drifting in the forest. Leaves and branches could be seen everywhere. On the leaves of the wild flowers in the grass, there were crystal clear dewdrops gently trembling in the breeze. Far away, in the depths of the dense forest, clear and melodious bird cries were heard, it made one's body and mind feel refreshed, as if one was in a fairyland.
In this mortal world scenic spot, Taoist fairyland, a short and stout figure slowly appeared on the small path in the forest, it was Tian BuYi.
Seemingly not in harmony with the beautiful scenery around him, Tian BuYi's expression was solemn, both eyes staring straight ahead, his face looked like he was preoccupied. And right now there was no one beside him, it also seemed strange, although Tian BuYi as Big Bamboo Valley leader, was one of the most important people in Qing Yun sect, but with his status, coming to the important Founders Ancestral Hall at the back of TongTian Peak, it was clearly strange.
On the mountain path, there were no Qing Yun sect disciples guarding, along the way, it was quiet. In the breeze and bird cries, Tian BuYi turned past that famous three-way junction, gradually saw that imposing eaves deep in the dense forest.
[Dang …]
Not knowing where the light drum sounds came from, from the front of the mountain, reverberated in Qing Yun Hill.
That empty, drifting echo, made Tian BuYi silently stopped, turned back, gazed into the distance.
Heaven and earth firmament, the sky was an endless azure blue!
For thousands of years, as if nothing had changed.
Tian BuYi's expression gradually calmed down, stood silently for a while and then again turned back, walked towards the Founders Ancestral Hall.
That vast expanse of stone steps appeared before him, the Founders Ancestral Hall was still the same, like a sleeping giant beast, gently sleeping, lying in the embrace of the forest. The main door of the hall was still open, it was still dusky inside, even the candles in the depths of the darkness, seemed to be sleeping, everything, so quiet.
Just that, outside this Founders Ancestral Hall, below the stone steps, there was still a young man, standing with his back facing Tian BuYi. Tian BuYi frowned, walked over.
Hearing the footsteps, that young man seemed surprised, did not expect someone would come to this place at this time, quickly turned around.
Tian BuYi and the young man stood opposite each other. Both of them were startled. That young man was Baye.
Tian BuYi immediately recalled, in the past he had also heard from his sect disciples that Baye had been keeping watch in this Founders Ancestral Hall, heard that he was keeping vigil for someone but who that 'someone' was, no one seemed to know. However, Tian Boli was not in the mood to think about this. His relationship with Lin JingYu was not very good. The two of them looked at each other and did not speak immediately. The atmosphere was a little awkward.
Finally, it was Lin JingYu who coughed and said in a low voice, "Tian Shishu, why are you here so early?"
Tian BuYi glanced at him, and then his eyes shifted to the darkness inside the Founders Ancestral Hall, said, "I am here to look for someone. What are you doing standing outside the ancestral hall so early in the morning? "
Lin JingYu's countenance changed slightly, a bitter smile seemed to flash past his face, he glanced towards the Founders Ancestral Hall but did not reply.
Tian BuYi indifferently said, "Is there someone inside, is it sect head senior brother?"
Lin JingYu nodded, said, "Yes, sect head teacher uncle is in the main hall... he ordered me to stand guard outside, without his summons, none of TongTian Peak disciples are allowed to enter."
Tian BuYi snorted, coldly said, "I remember you are a Long Shou Valley disciple, why are you here at TongTian Peak, helping DaoXuan senior brother to look after the sect?"
Lin JingYu's face turned pale, lowered his head slightly, did not speak.
Tian BuYi ignored him, lifted his leg and strode forward, stepped onto the stone steps.
Lin JingYu was surprised, took a step forward, said, "Tian Shishu, what are you doing?"
Tian BuYi indifferently said, "Since I am here, naturally I have to go in, I want to find sect head senior brother to discuss some matters."
Lin JingYu frowned, said, "Tian Shishu, sect head teacher uncle said, he does not wish to see anyone, without his permission, everyone in TongTian Peak …"
"I am not a TongTian Peak disciple!" Tian BuYi coldly interrupted Lin JingYu's words.
Lin JingYu choked, for a moment choked by Tian BuYi until he could not speak.
Tian BuYi did not speak anymore, walked up the stone steps, headed into the ancestral hall.
Lin JingYu's figure moved, seemed to want to stop him but then stopped, looking at Tian BuYi's short and fat body, his eyes glimmered.
Striding over the high doorsill, a faint sandalwood smell immediately greeted him, a huge shadow gently surged out from the depths of the hall, gently blocking the light that was just there outside the hall.
Tian BuYi stood there for a moment, then slowly walked in. Following the unhurried rise and fall of his footsteps, the expression on his face, also seemed to slowly change.
One after another huge, red painted pillars, stood in a picturesque disorder in the main hall, supporting the majestic hall. Yellow curtains hung down from the dome of the ceiling, quietly hanging beside the pillars. Many of them looked a little worn out. In the eyes of the eyes, it was as if the gradually aging yellow revealed a sense of vicissitudes.
The time of the past, seemed to have frozen here.
It was extremely quiet in the ancestral hall, almost not a sound could be heard, only Tian BuYi's footsteps, reverberated in the surrounding silent shadows.
Behind the huge offering table far away, countless incense sticks lit up, quietly burning, just like many mysterious and strange eyes, watching that figure shuttling through the shadows of the hall.
Turning past the thickest pillar in the hall, walking past the drooping yellow curtains, Tian BuYi finally stopped.
In front of him was an empty space, on the ground were three rows of praying mats, each row seven, on the praying mat in the middle of the first row, a familiar figure sat there, not moving. And in front of the praying mat, there was an enormous offering table, offering fruits filled the table, in the middle was a huge incense burner, but strangely, only three thin incense sticks were inserted, light smoke curling up, slowly drifting up.
Through the smoke curling up from the offering table, in the deep darkness behind the table, innumerable memorial tablets could be seen indistinctly, each of them seemed to have words on it, neatly placed on the memorial tablets in the shadows.
Tian BuYi's face, slowly turned solemn and with a trace of respect, facing the memorial tablets of Qing Yun sect generations of founders, his eyes first paused on that once familiar figure for a moment, and then quietly walked up.
Reverend DaoXuan's body, moved slightly but did not turn back.
Tian BuYi unhurriedly walked to the offering table, looked at the innumerable memorial tablets shrouded in the shadows, inhaled deeply, and then from the incense bag beside the incense burner, drew out three thin incense sticks, carefully lit them on the candles beside, stepped back, stood three chi away from the offering table, respectfully held the incense sticks and kowtowed three times.
The place where Reverend DaoXuan was sitting on, was less than six chi from the offering table, but that faint light ahead, seemed to be unable to illuminate his position. In the dim shadows, he slowly raised his head, Tian BuYi's figure, was standing in front of him with his back facing him.
In the depths of the darkness, suddenly, like the ghost fire in the depths of the netherworld, with a [Hu] sound leapt up, two rays of brilliant light instantly flashed. And almost at the same time, like a formless ghost's howl swept across the great hall, all of the incense sticks and candles, other than the three thin incense sticks in Tian BuYi's hands, all lit up.
Tian BuYi had already finished paying his respects, took a step forward and was about to insert the thin incense sticks into the incense burner, but his body suddenly stopped, even the hand holding the incense, also stopped in mid-air.
In the great hall, instantly fell into a deathly silence, two figures, one standing, one sitting, both as if frozen, motionless. The distant yellow curtains, for some reason, seemed to have a breeze blowing past the great hall, gently fluttered a few times, and then slowly stilled.
Outside the Founders Ancestral Hall, Lin JingYu was frowning in deep thought, but suddenly as if he sensed something, abruptly raised his head, looked towards the quiet and dim depths of the ancestral hall, an indistinct look of surprise appeared on his face.
In a trance, this hall which was once in a deep slumber, like an awakened monster, coldly, opened its eyes.
Not knowing how long had passed, the mysterious ghost fire in Reverend DaoXuan's eyes suddenly disappeared, it came suddenly, it also left quickly. Following that strange eyes slowly closing, the originally austere great hall also immediately eased up, the surrounding candles, also gradually lost their brightness, returning to their original spots of faint light.
The thin incense sticks in Tian BuYi's hands, were still burning in spirals, three tiny spots of incense sticks, indistinctly visible in the darkness. Just that when the thin incense sticks trembled, a white ash gently fell down, landed on Tian BuYi's hand.
Tian BuYi's face was indifferent, coldly glanced at the ashes on the back of his hand, stood silently for a moment, gently shook his hand, shook off the ashes and then stepped forward, respectfully inserted the three thin incense sticks into the incense burner.
Six thin incense sticks, at the same time lit in the incense burner, light smoke drifted, rising in spirals.
Tian BuYi did not speak a word, again bowed three times to the memorial tablets, and then slowly turned around, facing that figure sitting upright on the praying mat on the ground.
"DaoXuan senior brother," he looked deeply at that person, for some reason, his eyes were filled with shock, grief and indistinct pain, slowly said, "We meet again!"
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