Just that this day, seemed destined to not be peaceful.
Silently, just when Lin JingYu was concentrating on sweeping the fallen leaves on the ground, suddenly a pair of feet appeared in front of him. Lin JingYu was shocked, if it was not the day of ancestor worship, usually no one from Qing Yun sect would come for a few months, and today was even more of an ordinary day, why would someone come?
He looked up, unexpectedly with this look, he was even more shocked, made his body tremble, he actually took a step back, his expression changed, exclaimed in shock, "Sect … sect head teacher uncle!"
Standing before him, was Qing Yun sect head Reverend DaoXuan who had been missing for many days.
Reverend DaoXuan was still wearing that dark green Taoist robe, just that some parts of it looked tattered, in the past no matter what, it was unthinkable that this would actually happen to the world renowned Qing Yun sect head Reverend DaoXuan. Right now looking at him, Reverend DaoXuan was expressionless, seemed thinner than he remembered, but seemed to have gone through the vicissitudes of life.
Lin JingYu was extremely confused, although he was not a core member of Qing Yun sect and naturally was not as knowledgeable as Small Bamboo Valley ShuiYue teacher and disciple, but that day when Reverend DaoXuan and Tian BuYi clashed at Founders Ancestral Hall, he was still present. And after that both of them disappeared, now Tian BuYi had passed away, Reverend DaoXuan instead quietly returned here, the twists and turns were strange, directly made one's heart turn cold.
But although Lin JingYu was shocked and in a state of confusion, Reverend DaoXuan seemed not to care about him, his eyes only paused on Lin JingYu for a moment and then looked at that grand Founders Ancestral Hall.
Reverend DaoXuan looked at that hall for a long time, suddenly slowly said, "You are the only one here now?"
Lin JingYu was stunned for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes."
Reverend DaoXuan glanced at him, suddenly his eyes froze, landed on the Dragon Slayer Sword hanging at Lin JingYu's waist. The dark green sword light gently swirled, although the old friend had left but it still carried that unique arrogance, outstanding.
The dark green light reflected in his eyes, Reverend DaoXuan's expression also changed, slowly revealing a perplexed and contemplative expression. Lin JingYu's mind was in a mess, not knowing if he should immediately go to the front mountain to report to TongTian Peak teachers, or continue to watch here?
But Reverend DaoXuan did not give him too much time to think, his strange expression very quickly disappeared, replacing it was a kind of indifference, he indifferently said to Baye, "You stay here, without my instructions, no one is allowed to come in." After speaking, without waiting for Lin JingYu to reply, he strode over and went straight into the dark great hall of Founders Ancestral Hall.
Lin JingYu stood rooted to the ground, not knowing what to do, he could only watch Reverend DaoXuan's figure disappear into the darkness.
Entering the inner hall, after the initial darkness, what appeared in front of Reverend DaoXuan was the huge offering table in the great hall and behind it were the innumerable tablets, a solemn and solemn atmosphere greeted him, Qing Yun sect ancestors were here, coldly and silently watching Reverend DaoXuan's figure.
Reverend DaoXuan's body trembled slightly, as if something in his body was acting up, causing him pain but he quickly endured it, slowly walked to the offering table, took the sandalwood incense on the table, lit it on the candle beside, walked to the front of the offering table, facing the ancestors' tablets, he slowly knelt down.
In the dim light, his face also seemed to be uncertain, only that little bit of warmth from the incense, floated up faint smoke.
"Qing Yun sect ancestors, unworthy disciple DaoXuan …" his voice was low and hoarse, both hands holding the incense seemed to be trembling slightly, as if his heart was extremely agitated, to the extent that he stopped halfway through his sentence.
His head buried deeply, prostrated before the innumerable tablets, in the spacious grand great hall, a gust of wind started to blow, the surrounding curtains started to gently flutter, even the candles on the offering table started to flicker.
Suddenly, Reverend DaoXuan who was prostrating on the ground suddenly shook, not knowing how he used his strength, the three sandalwood incense in his hands suddenly suffered a huge corrosive force, in an instant soundlessly turned into powder, and a ball of black energy, at this moment, spread out from Reverend DaoXuan's body, rapidly surging, continuously expanding, it looked like it was about to completely envelop Reverend DaoXuan's body within it.
Lin JingYu who was standing outside the great hall, as if he sensed something, frowned, could not help but took a step towards the great hall. In the depths of that shadow, a ball of strange energy suddenly rose, the evil energy was heavy, definitely not what this Founders Ancestral Hall originally had.
Reverend DaoXuan's strange expression flashed in his mind, a wave of uneasiness but looking at that grand great hall, he instead hesitated.
The mountain forest was silent, the surroundings of Founders Ancestral Hall, in a blink, even the chirping of birds disappeared, as if those birds also sensed an inexplicable danger, all of them kept quiet out of fear.
In the great hall, Reverend DaoXuan's body shook even more violently, the black energy surrounding him also became thicker and thicker, in the originally silent great hall, a whirlwind appeared, making a low deep howling sound, blowing rapidly in the spacious hall. The wind became stronger and stronger, Reverend DaoXuan's body trembled, under the shroud of the black energy, he slowly stood up, at this moment, the expression on his face, seemed to have changed into a different person, filled with a ruthless energy.
But looking carefully, behind the ruthlessness, Reverend DaoXuan's eyes had another kind of pain, so much so that the muscles on his face contorted, as if he had been forcing himself to endure something but looking at the situation, it was obvious that he could not hold on any longer.
And at this strange and dangerous juncture, the gust of strange wind surrounding him also became stronger, not only it started to blow the heavy offering table backwards, even those tablets on the incense table far behind the offering table, were also affected, many of the tablets swayed incessantly in the strong wind, some even showed signs of falling.
As Qing Yun sect Reverend DaoXuan, to collide with the ancestral tablets like this, it could be said to be disgraceful and heresy, just that looking at his expression, that ruthlessness was getting heavier and heavier, how could he still care about this.
Right at this moment, a light 'pa' sound was heard. Sure enough, under the strong wind, one of the tablets placed at the edge of the incense burner table finally could not support it and fell down, landing on the stones on the floor, making a clear sound.
This sound also seemed to startle Reverend DaoXuan who was struggling to hold on, he subconsciously turned his head to look, in that instant for some reason, his entire body shook, as if a basin of cold water was poured on his head. The ruthlessness quickly faded, the strange black energy also somehow disappeared, on his face, only remorse and sorrow were left.
Under the dim light, that tablet that had fallen onto the floor quietly laid there, not moving at all. And on the wooden tablet, it was actually a blank space.
This was a blank tablet with no words.
That blank space, seemed to be coldly staring at him.
Reverend DaoXuan's lips trembled slightly, stared blankly at that blank tablet and then slowly walked over, gently picked up this blank tablet, carefully caressed it in his hand …
Not knowing how long had passed, in the darkness, his hoarse and slightly choked voice was heard, "Junior brother …"
Outside the Founders Ancestral Hall, Lin JingYu was so anxious that sweat broke out on his forehead, he struggled in his heart for countless times, finally hardened his heart, prepared to disregard everything and rush in to see what exactly was going on in the Founders Ancestral Hall, who knew just when he was about to leap up, that strange atmosphere in the hall suddenly disappeared.
Lin JingYu this time was again bewildered, he had originally made up his mind, this step could not be taken, after all no matter what, inside the Founders Ancestral Hall was Qing Yun sect's current sect head Reverend DaoXuan, in the past he had saved the common people several times, not to mention the commoners, even Qing Yun sect ordinary disciples, including Lin JingYu, also regarded him as a celestial being.
This hesitation, again waited for a long time, Lin JingYu had never felt that time passed so slowly, even these few days when he was alone facing the desolate and empty ancestral hall, he had never felt this way. And until he started to suspect if his cultivation was not enough, Reverend DaoXuan's figure once again appeared at the entrance of the hall.
His expression was still that expressionless, unhurriedly walked down, did not take another look at Lin JingYu, Lin JingYu did not know why, maybe it was because of Reverend DaoXuan's past imposing manner, he did not dare to ask, quietly moved aside. When Reverend DaoXuan passed by him, he suddenly stopped, after a moment, he was heard saying in a low voice,
"Take good care of him ….. they!"
Lin JingYu was surprised, did not know who Reverend DaoXuan was referring to, but since he had just come out from the Founders Ancestral Hall, most likely he was referring to the memorial tablets of the Qing Yun sect founders. He nodded, respectfully said, "Disciple understands."
Reverend DaoXuan looked deeply at him, his eyes sized him up, looked at Lin JingYu's white attire, the dark green Dragon Slayer Sword at his waist, suddenly laughed bitterly, said, "Really alike ….."
Lin JingYu for a moment did not understand, when he raised his head and wanted to ask, Reverend DaoXuan had already left, looking at his direction, he was heading towards Qing Yun sect's most important forbidden place, "Illusory Moon Cave". Lin JingYu hesitated for a moment, finally decided to enter the Founders Ancestral Hall to take a look, turned and picked up the broom that he had carelessly thrown on the ground, walked into the Founders Ancestral Hall.
He looked around, saw that everything in the Ancestral Hall was the same as before, as if nothing had changed, he frowned, walked to the incense table where the generations of founders were worshiped. On the table, a small bronze incense burner, three newly lit sandalwood incense sticks were inserted, quietly burning, a faint sandalwood fragrance wafting in the air.
Suddenly, his eyes froze, on the incense table where numerous tablets were placed, one tablet was placed too close to the side of the table, he frowned, these few days he had been tidying up this place, he was very familiar with the position of the tablets, therefore very quickly he discovered that the tablet seemed to have been moved. If a Qing Yun sect disciple rashly touched the ancestral tablets, this was not a small sin …..
He gently shook his head, walked over, picked up the tablet and was about to put it back on the incense table, suddenly his body shook, his eyes could not leave the tablet in his hand.
Unlike the other memorial tablets, there was no name or title written in gold paint on the memorial tablet because it was originally a blank memorial tablet. However, at this moment, there was an additional line of words on the memorial tablet in Lin JingYu's hand:
Qing Yun sect Wan JianYi's tablet!
This row of words, dark red dazzling, written with fresh blood!
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