Under the scorching sun, Wenchi and Wenqing brought the strange monster-like creature to a desolate small courtyard.
"Stop!"
Just when the two of them came to the door of the small courtyard and were about to step in, a majestic and deep old voice suddenly sounded in their hearts.
It's the ancestor!
The two looked at each other and understood what the other was thinking.
"Wenjia Wenchi (Wenqing), pays homage to our ancestors!"
Both of them quickly knelt down and worshiped loudly.
"I don't know." A majestic and deep but not too old voice came from the small courtyard.
"Today is not a day for sacrifice. Please step aside." The voice said again.
"Master, the two of us have found a treasure." Wenchi said hurriedly.
"It's about longevity!" Wen Qing also quickly added.
Suddenly, a broad figure appeared in front of the two of them.
The figure first glanced at the two of them casually, and then looked behind them.
It was a charred black mass, exuding a strong smell of charcoal, and it was barely identifiable as a humanoid creature.
dead?
The figure frowned, and a ray of soul power probed over.
Still alive.
The man's frown deepened.
He looked at the left hand of the humanoid creature again. The palm of the left hand was red, and a big hole was opened in the center, which was transparent from front to back.
But with the full force of his soul's power, he could clearly "see" the wisps of flesh sprouts growing crazily on the edge of the hole, trying to mend the big hole in his palm.
He actually has a recovery speed six to seven times that of ordinary people.
The figure stepped forward, bypassed the two people kneeling on the ground, came to the side of the charred black object, squatted down and looked at it carefully.
A large piece of flesh was torn off the right arm of the humanoid creature. The wound was deep, but it was no longer bleeding.
Moreover, flesh and blood is growing.
"Is this a cultivator?"
After checking, the broad figure asked.
Wenchi did not dare to stand up, but remained kneeling and replied: "Master, judging from his strength, he seems to be a mortal."
Wen Tong, the eldest man of the Wen family, had a serious look on his face. Wen Chi knew that he was asking questions, but still turned his back to him, which made him very unhappy.
Kneel down to the ancestors but don’t kneel down to the current head of the family!
Wentong shook his sleeves, snorted heavily, strode into the courtyard, and said at the same time: "Bring him in."
The two people responded quickly and hurriedly got up and used their spiritual energy to carry the dead-like "monster" into the courtyard.
The furnishings in the courtyard are very simple, with a simple temple in the center.
There were stone tables and benches randomly placed in front of the temple. Wen Tong, who was tall and tall, was sitting on a stone bench, tapping the stone table with one hand and falling asleep with his eyes closed.
There is an old tree planted on the right back side of the temple, which is thick but covered with yellow leaves and seems to be dead but not yet dead.
Apart from this, there are only a few dead grasses still growing on the walls in the courtyard. I don’t know when they grew up, but they have all withered and turned yellow.
There is nothing else in the courtyard.
"come in."
Just when the two of them were looking around, wondering what to do, the front door of the small temple in front of them suddenly opened wide, and a majestic and deep old voice came out.
This voice was the same one that prevented the two from being admitted to the hospital.
What an ancestor! The first voice was not an illusion, the ancestors were willing to see them.
The two looked at each other and saw excitement in each other's eyes.
Wenchi hurriedly adjusted his robe, bowed to the small temple in front of him, then turned around and bowed quickly to Wentong, then stepped forward quickly.
Wen Qing followed suit and quickly walked into the small temple.
Just after the two people and the demon-like thing entered the temple, the temple door slammed shut again.
The temple has no windows, and there is no lighting in the temple. As soon as the door was closed, the entire temple fell into a bottomless darkness, and the two people who came in couldn't help but feel a little nervous.
Suddenly, a tiny flicker of fire appeared in the thick darkness.
The fire was getting closer and closer, becoming more and more powerful, and finally came to the two of them.
"Boy, please light up the incense." Holding a kerosene lamp, the thin old man with a stooped back smiled kindly at the two of them, and took out two handfuls of sacred yellow incense and handed them to them.
"Thank you, elder." Wenchi bowed and took the incense.
He knew that the old man in front of him was the master of the Wen family, second only to his ancestors and the current head of the family.
He is one of the actual leaders of the Wen family, Wen Zhe, known as the "Lamp Holder".
Wenqing didn't recognize Wen Zhe, but he also knew that the old man was one of the elders of the literary family, and he was busy imitating others.
When the two of them followed Wen Zhe and inserted their incense sticks into the ashes of the incense burner, the whole interior of the small temple suddenly became bright.
In front of them is the incense burner, and behind the incense burner is a red desk filled with all kinds of food. Behind the desk is a stone platform, on which sits a five-meter-tall statue of a god with a golden body and a majestic face.
At this time, the statue of the god was emitting soft golden light, illuminating the entire temple.
"Ancestor!"
The two of them quickly knelt down and worshiped the statue.
On the side, Wen Zhe, who was holding a kerosene lamp, said nothing. He held his own lamp and walked tremblingly behind the statue.
As he walked farther and farther, the flame of the kerosene lamp became smaller and smaller, until after the incense burnt out, the blurry light finally disappeared into the temple.
It was only then that an old voice floated down from the top of the statue: "You two stand up."
The two of them thanked their ancestor loudly before finally getting up.
"Let's talk about immortality."
The old voice fell from the sky again.
"Ancestor, this matter begins when I fall in love with the Lin family's heart-nourishing lotus." Wenchi said.
"Is this son a remnant of the Lin family?" an old voice asked.
It seems that the ancestors have heard about the Lin family's affairs. Wenchi made a judgment and answered: "I don't know."
"The master ordered us to drive out the Lin family and throw all the corpses into the Lin Mansion, and then burn them on fire. This monster crawled out of the sea of fire after the fire burned for seven days." Wen Qing took over and explained.
"The fluctuations of spiritual energy in this monster are not strong, and it is definitely not a cultivator. However, it cannot be burned to death, and it can withstand the attacks of the two of us. Seeing that he has strong vitality, we suspect that it will be helpful to our ancestors in researching the method of immortality, so we came here to dedicate it to our ancestors. Ancestor."
"This son also likes to eat human flesh. As soon as he woke up from the sea of fire, he would dig up the flesh and blood of the Lin family and devour them."
"When we attacked the Lin family that day, we carefully inspected the Lin family. This son was definitely not forced out of a secret passage or secret room by fire, but he was actually burned for seven days."
The two of them exchanged words with each other and soon talked about everything related to the monsters on the ground.
"It's quite interesting." After the two of them finished speaking, a thin old man who was one meter and three meters tall jumped out from above the statue and said lightly.
Phew.
The old man pointed at the chest of the "monster" and used his strength to take out a drop of his blood, put it in his mouth and tasted it.
…
"Divine blood!"
The thick sound was like a wave, spreading throughout the Wen family.
"What a huge vitality, there is such divine blood in the world!"
"God help me!"
The old man was so excited that he couldn't control himself and shouted loudly. The whole Wen family heard the old man's excited voice.
Although they didn't understand what happened, some thoughtful people knelt in the direction of the temple and shouted loudly: "Congratulations, ancestor!"
As soon as these words came out, a chain reaction occurred. The four words "Congratulations to the ancestors" began to appear one after another in the Wen family.
Listening to the continuous congratulations from the entire Wen family, Wen Tong's face turned blue and he gritted his teeth outside the temple.
How many years?
I only know that the ancestors do not know the master of the family.
How many years has the Wen family been like this?
So morbid!
Wentong tossed his sleeves and robe, stood up, and accompanied the wave of congratulations from everyone, he also shouted: "Congratulations, ancestor!"
…
Where am I now?
In the deepest part of Wen's dungeon, a man with smooth skin and sparse hair opened his eyes.
