The moonlight was cold, casting a silver glow on the clouds.
Zhang Xiaoguo peeled another orange and put the yellow orange segment into his mouth.
Sour and sweet.
But Zhang Xiaoguo's leisurely smile slowly faded away.
After savoring the fruit, the only taste that can be felt is bland, and all other flavors have disappeared.
He has worshiped himself for thousands of years, and has eaten countless offerings, but he still has not felt the power of the offering.
Maybe it’s because you’re not sincere, or maybe you’re self-sufficient and self-sufficient but not recognized?
He couldn't find the reason.
The main hall of the Ancestral Court was as cold as the moonlight. White frost covered the steps outside the hall. Gray smoke from incense candles curled up. At this time, the entire hall was cast in more than one layer of soft light.
Zhang Xiaoguo carefully felt the visible thin smoke and the invisible incense in the hall.
Incense is indeed mysterious and can enhance cultivation, allowing the creatures who practice with incense to exert stronger power.
However, living creatures can practice with the help of mysterious incense, but what about dead creatures?
Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoguo's eyes showed both the vicissitudes of the world and the innocence of just entering the world for the first time. He smiled. Death is like a lamp extinguishing. No matter how mysterious the incense is, it cannot radiate to the dead.
For example, in this ancestral court, all the Tianzong and even the three Taoist sects will worship the ancestors of the Taoist sect.
Was the power of these incense absorbed by the ancestor?
Apparently not.
These incense, which were born to worship the ancestors, have no guidance and no direction. They will eventually turn into pure power and float between heaven and earth.
So what’s the point of enshrining statues? They are all dead. Can they come back to life after worshiping them sincerely?
Zhang Xiaoguo not only remembered the last question in his mind, but also asked the tall clay statue in front of him.
Zhang Xiaoguo answered Zhang Xiaoguo, the body of the ancestor answered the body of recultivation, and the past answered the present.
The clay sculpture of Zhang Xiaoguo, one of the founders of Tianzong, remained motionless, but a vicissitudes of voice echoed throughout the ancestral hall:
"They didn't die.
And he..."
Before the vicissitudes of life could finish speaking, the situation outside the ancestral court was changing. Thunder snakes swam among the stacked clouds, and the rumbling and clicking sounds were accompanied by lightning.
The bone-chilling rain covered the sky and covered the ground. When passing by the ancestral hall, wind and thunder rolled up the rainwater and tried to rush into the hall.
The dust from the sky and the earth mixed with the fresh air unique to the rain slapped on Zhang Xiaoguo's body. At this moment, he felt an overwhelming sense of suffocation.
It seemed that the water vapor wanted to strangle him, the clay Taoist who spoke.
"And it..." The breeze stirred up the dust and the smoke from the gray and green incense candles around the clay Taoist statue, and the vicissitudes of voice resounded in the hall again.
The ancestral hall trembled in the dark clouds, like a drowned dog shaking off water drops.
"And it is afraid." Zhang Xiaoguo chewed the orange petals indifferently, as if he was a different person from just now, his eyes were a little more aged.
The clay Taoist statue has become smaller visible to the naked eye.
This is Zhang Xiaoguo's way, to use the past to support the future. What he eats is the fruit of the ancestor's body to quickly increase his self-cultivation.
Every time he eats a little more, he becomes a little closer to his former self and a little more different from his former self.
And why he wanted to rebuild it was probably because he was unwilling to compromise.
There are too many lost people in this world, too many compromisers, and many betrayers.
For example, this Jing Lei seems to want him to compromise. For example, the power of this overwhelming sense of suffocation seems to want him to betray.
For example, in this dark night, I want him to get lost.
He doesn't want to.
He had already answered it thousands of years ago!
Zhang Xiaoguo walked towards the outside of the hall. The rain splashed and wet his Taoist robe. His slender body curled up slightly and chuckled in the rain:
"Are you really dead? Are you really dead? Zhao Wujiang, your way must be fulfilled..."
He looked up at the clear moonlight and the sky dyed blue, and murmured:
"All living beings need to survive countless kalpas...
But I don’t want to die..."
