Look who I brought here.
When I heard this, I glanced at Qian Laosan next to me.
Qian Laosan explained to me in a low voice: "This old man who steals the door doesn't see anyone on weekdays. He is locked in this ancestral hall. Although I am his friend, he never sees me, but he has always been interested in Huang Yongen. Are you His disciple, he must also be very interested in you."
After saying this to me, Qian Laosan knocked on the door of the ancestral hall again.
This ancestral hall is very strange. Not only does it not have any scent of incense, it is filled with an extremely uncomfortable smell of death.
In addition, there will be a plaque above the door of a normal ancestral hall, but there is no plaque in the ancestral hall in front of me.
"Brother Peng, I have brought Huang Yongen's direct disciple! Please come out and meet me. We brothers haven't talked about old times for a long time."
Qian Laosan shouted again.
But the ancestral hall was still quiet, no one opened the door.
Qian Laosan smiled and said, "Haha, are you acquiescing? Then I will push the door open and come in."
As he spoke, I could tell that Qian Laosan's tone was even flattering. Qian Laosan, the arrogant paper maker who has been famous for decades, could have such an attitude. The person who stole the door, under his Qian Laosan The power of Sanxin can be seen clearly.
"Huang Yongen has a skill that no one can pass on! Even if there are disciples, they have only learned a little bit and are gone!"
And just when Qian Laosan was about to push the door open, an eerie voice came from the ancestral hall!
Qian Laosan's face darkened.
Then, Qian Laosan smiled and said: "That's wrong. Brother Peng, Huang Yongen's ability is indeed great, but there is a saying that is right. Talents have emerged from generation to generation, and each has led the way for hundreds of years. The one I brought here I really learned a lot of skills from Huang Yongen."
"not see!"
The old man who stole the house was very unwilling to give money to the third son.
Qian Lao San felt a little uncomfortable after being rejected, but he still seemed to be wary of the people in the ancestral hall. He did not get angry on the spot, but pondered over a solution.
What Qian Laosan didn't see was that my expression changed drastically at this moment!
Huang Yongen has all the skills...
No one can pass it on!
How did this person know?
He's right.
Lao Huang also told me at the beginning that no one in this world can inherit the golden seal script except me.
But no one in the world knew about this matter, and no one even mentioned the four words "Golden Seal and Jade Letter".
Regardless of the strength of the old man who stole the door in the ancestral hall, the relationship between this man and Lao Huang is extraordinary!
As soon as I thought about this, I, who originally wanted to meet him, became even more curious about him.
I pushed open the door of the ancestral hall directly.
Giggle——
There was a sound of wood rubbing together, and I opened the door of this ancestral hall directly.
Qian Laosan was a little shocked when he saw my actions.
But I had already opened the door and even walked into the ancestral hall. Qian Laosan swallowed the words he wanted to say.
When the scene in the ancestral hall came into view, I was slightly surprised and my brows moved.
There are coffins everywhere.
There were coffins of all kinds, big and small, at least dozens of them.
There is no memorial tablet or incense in the ancestral hall, but there are densely packed coffins hanging out in the air. The deathly aura I felt outside the ancestral hall was emanating from these coffins.
At this time, I remembered what little I knew about the Jianghu force known as Pirates.
If I remember correctly, the coffins placed in front of me at this moment should be the coffins of the leaders of the past generations of thieves. The thieves make a living by going to the tombs, and they use the tombs as the basis for establishing their families. The disciples never know what to do in their lives. There are so many cemeteries, and there are countless tombs in this world that have been visited by robbers.
Therefore, after the Thieving Sect was established, the leader established a rule that from now on, there would be no cemetery for those who stole the Sect.
First, this can avoid retaliation, or the tomb of a disciple may be stolen by a disciple, causing disputes within the sect.
Secondly, the disciples of the thieving sect have been thieves all their lives and have no resting place after death. This can be regarded as repaying the karma of this life.
This is the same reason that most Jingmen disciples would not choose a geomantic treasure land for their burial place after death.
At this point, even the high-ranking leaders in the thieves' sect were buried in ordinary coffins and placed casually.
"Living here, not only can you escape from the world of mortals and practice quietly in peace, but you can also protect the coffins of the ancestors of thieves in the past generations from being retaliated by your enemies. It is a good choice."
I said quietly.
"Trespassing to my ancestral temple, you... are tired of living!"
A chilling voice came from all directions.
At the same time, dozens of coffins in all directions let out wailing sounds.
These sounds seemed to be mixed with some kind of magic power, making people shudder and causing endless panic in their hearts.
Hundreds of coffins wailed!
"Something bad happened! Brother Peng is really angry! Let's go, Chen Qi! Although you have the ability, this is the real core base of the thieves! You can't force the enemy."
Seeing this, Qian Laosan's expression suddenly changed.
Then he spoke again: "Brother Peng! We have been friends for decades, give me some face! He is really Huang Yongen's direct disciple. Even if you don't see him, you must not do anything! It's not good for anyone to break up!"
