A long carpet with brilliant rays of light was spread in front of the six statues. A woman came from the end of the carpet, who was Gao Rong, the protagonist of today's ceremony.
She has long and narrow eyebrows, thin lips that look like a smile but not a smile, and she is born with a hint of evil.
Gao Rong stepped on the long carpet and walked slowly to the six statues, holding his head high and kneeling.
"In front of my ancestor, my disciple Gao Rong, today I bow to my master and am promoted as my direct successor. From now on, I must put the interests of the sect first. Those who violate our sect will be killed; those who disrespect the master will be killed; and those who hinder my pursuit of the truth will be killed." Whoever, kill!"
The words sounded like gold and jade, and the three words "kill" seemed to be tainted with a strong smell of blood. Some inner disciples with insufficient character felt their spines go numb when they heard it.
The other waiters beside Jing Yingrong were talking quietly.
"Senior Sister Gao is becoming more and more murderous."
"Isn't this good? Our sect needs more ruthless characters like Senior Sister Gao so that we won't get sulky when facing other sects."
"Are you referring to the conflict between us and the Wufeng Sword Sect some time ago?"
"It's not just about this matter. But it's true. If Senior Sister Gao was here, they would have been killed long ago. Why are we restraining ourselves? Do we need to be afraid of them?"
After Gao Rong finished his declaration, Lord Tongsheng nodded slightly, and then exchanged glances with Lord Yunmeng and the leader.
The three of them stood up at the same time and took out the same magic formula in their hands.
The six statues suddenly glowed with light, including the empty base next to them, which also lit up.
The light became more and more dazzling, and at a certain moment, it suddenly turned into seven pillars of light rising into the sky, straight into Qingming.
The originally clear and cloudless sky was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, and bursts of muffled thunder were heard, crushing everyone's hearts.
The wind is howling, dark clouds are surging, and the sky is about to fall.
However, there are seven pillars of light illuminating the sky, seemingly becoming flowers of hope blooming in this doomsday scene.
In the light, a huge thing from the void outside the sky descended little by little, and then stopped after revealing its full appearance, bathed in a bright light.
It was an extremely solemn and elegant palace, displaying a myriad of grandeur.
The head master flew up, looked up at the hall from bottom to top, raised his hands and said loudly: "Welcome to the ancestor's ancestral hall!"
"Welcome to the ancestor's ancestral hall!"
All the Taichu sect watchers present left their seats and knelt down at this moment, and the loud sound echoed throughout the world.
Except for the mirror.
No one noticed her, she just stood there, looking at the slowly opening door of the ancestral hall, frowning.
She said in the sea of consciousness: "There is no spiritual place for him in it."
Ji Sha Jian: "They still don't know that Li Chengkong is dead."
Ji Jie Bi: "Not necessarily. Even if they knew it, they wouldn't dare to put up the spiritual place to avoid leaking the news."
Jing Yingrong lowered her head, and a piece of dark and purple wood appeared in her palm, with a star-shaped character Li Chengkong on it.
This was made by imitating Qin Xinyao's mother's spiritual tablet when she was at the Qin family.
Jijie Pen: "You want to put the spirit tablet in?"
Jing Yingrong: "Yeah."
She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "He deserves this."
Ji Yanzhu: "If I suddenly put it in, they would be scared, right?"
Ji Sha Jian snorted and said, "It doesn't matter what they do, just do it if you want to."
Jing Yingrong: "Okay."
The door of the ancestor's ancestral hall was fully opened, and no one could see the scene inside. They could only see a white light coming from the ancestral hall and falling into the palm of Tongsheng Daojun.
Tongsheng Daojun flew up in the air and came to Gao Rong. His palm touched her eyebrows, and the white light disappeared into the Yintang.
Gao Rong's body trembled and he couldn't help but close his eyes. He opened them only after a long time.
She leaned down and bowed three times.
Lord Tongsheng nodded to her, then disappeared and appeared next to the leader in a blink of an eye. At the same time, Daojun Yunmeng also appeared on the other side of the leader.
The three of them said in unison: "Farewell to the Patriarch."
This time the other disciples did not make a sound, they just knelt down quietly, looking up at the ancestor's ancestral hall with eyes that were either enthusiastic, longing or excited.
The ancestral hall slowly rose and returned to the void. The next moment, the seven light pillars also retracted the statue and the base.
The wind and thunder stopped, the clouds opened and the sun rose, the sky became clear again.
The leader and Daojun Yunmeng returned to their seats, and all the disciples also stood up and sat back. Daojun Tongsheng began to take Gao Rong to get to know the distinguished guests from other sects. This was also one of the ways to pave the way for his apprentices.
The atmosphere gradually turned relaxed, and it was time for the waiters to enter.
Jing Yingrong ate the melons and fruits, came to the side and behind the master of Shijue Palace, and said softly in a tone and volume that had been practiced repeatedly: "Please use it."
As he spoke, he gracefully placed the plates on the table.
Qian Ran, the master of Shijue Palace, is a middle-aged man. He was originally chatting with the guests sitting next to him about the grand scene just now. After hearing Jing Yingrong's voice, he subconsciously turned around and said: "Thank you... Huh?!"
The moment his eyes touched the face reflected in the mirror, Qian Ran's eyes widened with shock.
He suddenly took out a thick book and flipped through it quickly.
The book seemed to have gone through a long period of time and was worn out, even the cover was missing. The yellowed pages are filled with densely written small words, as well as some blurry pictures.
Qian Ran turned to one of the pages. He looked at the mirror Yingrong, then at the page, and then at the mirror Yingrong. In a few breaths, his eyes moved back and forth between Jing Yingrong and the page.
Jing Yingrong always smiled lightly, turning a blind eye to Qian Ran's strange behavior.
Qian Ran said: "Little girl, has anyone ever said that you look a bit like the same person?"
Jing Yingrong: "..."
She silently added tea to the cup.
Qian Ran: "A bit like Taoist Master Kongji."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
"Really, I didn't lie to you, look at this."
Qianran gestured to Jing Yingrong to look at the open page of the booklet. There is a picture on it, and it is vaguely visible that it depicts a man sleeping in a tree.
Although there is only a side face and the picture is not very clear, it can indeed be seen that the appearance reflected in the mirror is somewhat similar to that of the man.
Jing Yingrong looked at it twice and said, "It was painted by Taoist Huiyan."
"Even Taoist Huiyan knows that he is worthy of being a disciple of Taichu Guan." Qianran looked at the reflection in the mirror with admiration and said: "This is "Tianjiao Ji" written by Taoist Huiyan, which depicts some of the proud people of his time. His temperament and image, there is only one unique copy in the world today."
Jing Yingrong: "Oh."
Qian Ran: "...you don't have Taichu Guan either."
Jing Yingrong: "If necessary, there will be."
"Big words." Qian Ran smiled and pointed her finger at the mirror to reflect, and then put the book away preciously.
He said sternly: "Little girl, let me tell you something secretly. Our Shijue Mansion plans to produce a series of immortal performances based on the life experience of Kongji Taoist Master. I am here this time just to tell you something." Taichu Guan contacted Kongji Taoist Master and asked for his permission."
Jing Yingrong: "..."
Qianran continued: "But he will definitely not play the role of himself in person, so we are already looking for suitable candidates. You see you look so similar to Kongji Taoist Master, do you want to come to Shijue Mansion to try it out? try?"
Jing Yingrong fell into a long silence.
Qianran was still lobbying: "It doesn't matter if the gender doesn't match. You can solve it by dressing up as a man. You have to believe in the strength of our Shijue Mansion. If you were here, little girl, you would never serve people tea or participate in a fight." You can make a lot of money just by recording the Immortal's performance, you won't be forced to practice, and you can still become famous..."
Ji Jie Bi: "It's really poaching."
