The ancestor hall of Wuwangzhai is located on the highest solitary peak of Wuwangzhai.
This place is located alone in the northwest corner of Wuwangzhai, surrounded by a sea of pear trees and trees. The tall vermilion corridor door and cyan glazed tiles stand quietly in the middle of the snow-white sea of flowers, as if it is an independent pure land left in the world.
Yaoguang led Lingchu all the way outside the Patriarch Hall, and stopped when they were still hundreds of meters away.
"Elder Chu, our disciples are not allowed to get close to the 100-meter radius of the Patriarch Hall. After passing this sea of fragrant snow, you can only cross the rest of the way by yourself." Yaoguang stood on the bluestone path in this sea of snow-white flowers, He said with a respectful expression.
Lingchu was not surprised. In the few months since she came here, she had learned about Wuwangzhai.
There are many rules in Wuwangzhai, one of which is that, except for the headmaster, the rest of the disciples are not allowed to approach the ancestral hall without orders.
The mahogany token hanging around her waist swayed slightly as the woman in Qingshang walked. Lingchu nodded and walked towards the Ancestral Hall in the sea of fragrant snow.
The outside of Wuwangzhai is full of pear blossoms, but within Wuwangzhai, pear flowers are planted only here.
In Wuwangzhai, everyone calls this sea of pear flowers the Sea of Fragrant Snow.
Maybe it's because when the pear blossoms bloom in the fields, they are as white as snow and fragrant, like a fragrant snow-colored ocean.
It's also a very appropriate name.
As the important place of Wuwangzhai, there are naturally many restrictions here. As a formation master, Lingchu has already noticed many clues wherever his spiritual consciousness sweeps. However, he is wearing the Jingshui Zhenren sent to him With the token, he walked all the way up the white jade steps and stood under the tall vermilion door, without encountering any obstruction.
The slender white palm was gently raised, but before it touched the vermilion door, the tall wooden door in front of him let out a gentle creak, heavy and slow, as if a palace that had been sealed in dust for a long time was finally opened again.
Lingchu's raised hand paused for a moment, then lowered it down as if nothing had happened, and stepped across the high threshold, as light as the breeze.
The Ancestral Hall of Wuwangzhai is different from what Lingchu imagined. Most of the ordinary Ancestral Halls have a tall and big table in the center of the hall, on which countless ancestors are placed neatly and orderly. Human spirit position.
However, when the door of Wuwangzhai's Patriarch Hall opens, what appears in front of you is a long corridor. On both sides of the corridor, there are holes one after another. The holes are half the height of the hall, and there is a picture at the bottom. On the wooden table, on the snow-white wall behind the wooden table, there is a portrait hanging, and there are futons placed in front of the wooden table.
At a glance, there are hundreds of futons and hollows on both sides of this corridor, which is no less than a hundred meters long.
Lingchu first looked at the two holes closest to the door. There were tables and futons in these two holes, but the white walls and tables were all empty.
Obviously, no Wuwangzhai ancestors are enshrined here.
A dark light flashed in his clear eyes. Lingchu guessed that Wuwangzhai had not been established for a long time, and those in the sect who were eligible to be enshrined in the Patriarch Hall were at least above the level of elders. Zhai has not gone through several generations.
At least most of these hundreds of holes are empty.
Looking at it this way, I'm afraid there should be no portraits or spiritual tablets in the first half of the Patriarch Hall.
Lingchu thought as he slowly walked along the corridor.
It wasn't until two-thirds of the way through the corridor that Lingchu saw the first hollow with an offering in it.
Hanging on the snow-white wall is a portrait with vivid brushstrokes. The portrait shows a female nun wearing a blue and white plaid robe, with a hosta on her head, a whisk in her hand, and her eyes are looking away from the portrait indifferently.
On the wooden table under the portrait, there is a spiritual tablet made of dark spiritual wood, with two lines of words written in a regular font.
The first generation elder of Wuwangzhai, Master Fubi.
The rest is not recorded in detail.
Lingchu did not use his spiritual consciousness, but simply glanced at the wooden table and the portrait.
There is also a hollow carved copper incense burner in front of the spiritual throne, which is only the size of a palm. On it is burning a piece of light blue incense. The green smoke floats gently, then splits into two, and half of it is submerged in the spiritual throne. Half of it is submerged in the portrait.
The fragrance contains the spirit, the scent contains the spirit, and the spirit contained therein will never be extinguished.
Generally speaking, lighting this kind of incense means that the portrait or the spiritual tablet here most likely still contains the monk's remnant soul or spiritual consciousness.
Only then will it be warmed and protected with the fragrance of Yunling.
This can be regarded as one of the foundations of a sect.
Although Lingchu had never entered the Patriarch Hall of the Sanqing Dao Sect, thinking about it, as the Sanqing Dao Sect was one of the top immortal sects in the Eastern Continent, it was impossible for everything in the Patriarch Hall to be just pure dead things.
No wonder, the ancestral hall of any sect is not easy for people to enter. Just by taking a look, you can discover a lot of secrets.
Lingchu bent his eyes, smiled softly, and gave a junior salute to the portrait in front of him.
Although the owner of the portrait in front of me may not be more than a golden elixir, since I have accepted the title of Guest Minister of Wuwangzhai and is obviously a junior, it is not difficult to pay a junior salute to the portrait in front of me.
After this portrait, the wooden tables that were originally empty began to have portraits of spiritual tablets and incense burners one after another.
However, the spiritual incense burning in front of some portraits is not the spiritual incense, but just an ordinary spiritual incense, the kind of spiritual incense that can burn forever.
No matter what kind of incense was burning in front of the portrait, Lingchu bowed to the juniors one by one.
It took Lingchu a quarter of an hour to walk down the hundreds of meters long corridor.
At the end of the corridor, there is a door. The door is closed tightly, not letting in any light.
Lingchu did not rush to open the door in front of him, but focused his eyes on the bottom of the door.
There were only a few rough carvings there, which looked very rough and not similar to the style of this exquisite palace. However, when Lingchu saw those few carvings, something that had been silent for a long time emerged in his mind. memory.
These strokes are very simple, but Lingchu has seen them before.
What these strokes carve is a mountain peak shaped like a crescent moon. The peak is half hidden and shrouded in clouds and mist.
Lingchu had seen this crescent-shaped mountain peak before. In Lord Shangguang's cave, there was also a portrait like this carved on the stone wall of the cave. It was very inconspicuous, but Lingchu had seen it before unconsciously.
Just one glance and it was engraved in the depths of memory.
When I saw it again today, the scene buried deep in my memory slowly emerged.
Sure enough, the founder of Wuwangzhai sect was the senior Zi Ling whom Lord Shangguang had been searching for so hard.
