"For Saint Mu, he only recommended his name. He enshrined him in the temple and told his life story..."
In the Third Ancestral Temple, rituals and music were solemn, and the sounds of sacrificial poems and chants were mellow and resounding like bells, echoing endlessly over the imperial city.
The ancient temple, which has been standing for two thousand years, is still magnificent. The sunlight shines on the glazed tiles, making it look like a golden fairy platform.
At the entrance of the ancestral temple, there is a long queue. No matter practitioners or ordinary people, all of them have solemn expressions. Each person holds three sticks of agarwood and walks slowly inside. They first offer incense and then kowtow.
There are also more than a dozen white-haired temple guardians who walk softly when entering and exiting, sweeping the ground or guiding pilgrims inside.
Some practitioners recognized their former identities and looked surprised. They wanted to bow and salute, but the temple guardian gently raised his hand to stop them.
In the Sanzu Temple, only human ancestors are respected.
In the sacrificial hall inside the temple, three tall golden statues stand quietly.
Someone whispered softly, it was a temple guardian, leading a group of children who had just stepped into the threshold of spiritual practice. After worshiping, they introduced the deeds of their ancestors in front of the statue.
The one in the middle is a man with a vague face, wearing animal skins, holding a wooden staff, and stepping on thorns.
"The founder, the legendary first leader of the human race, whose name and deeds are unknown, was born in the ancient demon era tens of thousands of years ago."
"The appearance of the ancestors symbolizes that human beings have become a real clan and no longer associate with apes. Although they are weak, they have embarked on their own path."
The statue on the right is a heroic man wearing armor and holding a spear. His face is resolute and his body is covered with scars.
"Zhan Ancestor, born three thousand years ago, is the first emperor-level warrior in the human race. His combat power is unprecedented and peerless, no less than the four great emperors of the demon race."
"After the end of the ancient demon era, thousands of demons rose up together to conquer each other, fighting every day. The human race was weak and was often slaughtered."
"It was the War Ancestor who led the human race in a bloody battle and created a piece of land. From then on, the people were able to live in peace and get rid of the evil beasts that gnawed at them."
It is difficult to distinguish between the true and false of the ancestors. They are so old that they only have symbolic meaning.
The Zhan Ancestor is a real ancestor who has established the status of the most powerful clan in the human race today and has made outstanding achievements.
The majestic statue stood on the right side of the sacrificial hall, attracting more admiring eyes. People who wanted to kneel down and worship formed a long queue beside the futon.
In contrast, there are very few people worshiping on the left side.
But these people are all practitioners, either tall or powerful, and very intimidating. Ordinary people would not dare to get close to them.
The temple guardian moved to the left, raised his head in reverence, and looked at the statue of the third human ancestor.
He was actually a young man of sixteen or seventeen years old.
He has three-inch short hair, gentle eyebrows, and holds a thick roll of bamboo slips in his hand. He has an airy demeanor, just like an immortal.
The children all raised their heads and looked at this particularly young statue of their ancestors, and all opened their eyes in surprise.
There is also a mural behind the statue - in the shade of green bamboo, this young man is meeting with the war ancestor, spreading bamboo slips and talking.
There is a line of words beside the mural, which is the original work of Zhan Zu:
A common man has become a teacher for generations, and he has taught humankind the Dharma with just one word!
The temple guardian sighed softly: "This is Fa Zu, the most mysterious, most amazing and brilliant existence among the three human ancestors."
"Meet with the war ancestors, teach the Dharma in the bamboo forest, and establish the 'Four Refining and Three Cultivation' system..."
"Since then, powerful people from the human race have emerged one after another. Physical and Qi refiners are famous all over the world. Their achievements are illustrious and will benefit the future."
The temple guardian saluted again, lowered his head and said to the children:
"Every practitioner, after embarking on the path of spiritual practice, must pay homage to the Dharma Patriarch to express gratitude for the grace of teaching the Dharma."
"This is the purpose of your coming today."
A child asked curiously: "Old sir, was Fazu really so young at that time? He felt like he was at most ten years older than me."
"The statue of the third ancestor is of great significance. The face must be real. If it cannot be determined, it must be blurred, just like the first ancestor." The temple guardian said seriously.
"The only person who has seen Fazu is Zhanzu. The old man himself confirmed during his lifetime that this is Fazu's true appearance, and it is definitely not a disguise."
"A dignified Emperor Realm expert will naturally not be mistaken. As for why Fazu is this age - perhaps only he himself knows."
The children exclaimed quietly and asked, "Is Fazu still alive now?"
"Fazu is the most mysterious. He only appeared once and there has been no news since."
The temple guardian shook his head in disappointment, as if he already had the answer in his heart, "Such a peerless talent, if he is still alive, may already be a top power comparable to the Demon Ancestor."
"Yes." Someone suddenly said from behind.
A tall old man, wearing a luxurious yellow shirt with a solemn expression, walked slowly towards the three statues.
Several nearby temple guardians were a little surprised when they saw this. They did not bow to salute, but they all nodded in greeting.
There is no ceremony today, but the Human Emperor is here incognito.
Is it possible that he is like those practitioners who have encountered bottlenecks and come to pray for blessings from Dharma Patriarch?
With his back to everyone, the Emperor looked very worried. After standing still, he first took a look at the mural behind Zhan Ancestor——
The five powerful human beings in dragon robes have different appearances, but they all hold divine weapons and are heroic, standing in front of thousands of armies.
This mural implies a piece of history: before his death, Zhan Ancestor gathered the luck of the human race and used the technique of luck initiation to create the first generation of human emperors in the realm of false emperors.
From then on, all the human emperors in the past dynasties were false emperors, and with the help of luck, they were able to fight against the demon emperors.
Everyone in the world owes this contribution to Zhan Zu.
Almost no one knows that the method of incense and luck was actually taught by Fazu...
A mere person, who only appeared once, passed down two completely different systems of practice.
Such an achievement may even be better than the Demon Ancestor who created the Demon Pill Method!
When he thought of this, the Emperor's heart became more and more shocked, like a violent wave rising.
"The ancestor of the human race, the first person without beginning or end!"
The advice of the master of Xuanji Pavilion seemed to still be in his ears.
"I really found someone with unknown origins and unknown destination, but the things he did were beneficial to the human race - I suggest that your majesty don't go into details. Maybe it's that ancestor who is playing in the human world."
We can't go into details, but there are many mysteries in front of us, and the Emperor cannot ignore them.
What is the identity of this extremely mysterious ancestor? What are you doing now?
He raised his head again, his pupils were already pale gray, as if covered by a layer of clouds, and his eyes were deep, looking above the three statues.
Qi gazing technique.
Strictly speaking, the power of destiny accepted by human emperors in the past generations only originated from two of the three ancestors.
Ancestor, ancestor of war.
One is the original leader of the human race, and the other is the leader who led the rise of the human race.
These two were actually human emperors, but they didn't have that name at the time.
They represent the entire human race and occupy the majority of the luck. At this moment, under the exploration of the Qi Watching Technique, there is a long golden light above the statue, as vast as the sea.
However, the power of luck will be lost.
Six consecutive generations of emperors have been borrowing it, and this golden sea has always had a dull luster.
On the other hand, Fazu represents all cultivators of the human race, and their destiny is independent. The golden light above the statue shines brightly and clearly, making the human emperor squint slightly.
This overwhelming luck has not been wasted at all, because no one has accepted it!
Most of the top leaders of the human race thought that Fa Zu was dead and had no successors. It was precisely because of this.
But today, the Human Emperor began to suspect that Fazu might not be dead, but was just deliberately trying not to get lucky.
Now, this large area of golden light is almost substantial, and has accumulated to a terrifying level.
If it is blessed by a fifth-level qi-refining warrior, his internal strength in a short period of time can reach the peak of the emperor-level!
More than two thousand years ago, a man of unknown origin, who had never made a move, obtained such a rich foundation with just a scroll of bamboo slips and a long conversation.
Such a method will impress future generations.
The Human Emperor remained silent, but his heart was filled with turmoil, as if he was asking questions loudly:
"If Fazu is really still alive and has been secretly helping the human race, why not accept this luck?"
In the Third Ancestral Temple, there was only the solemn chanting of sacrificial poems.
"The ancestors of the people have carried it forward, and the descendants will follow it. It deserves to be worshiped in the bright sky, and it will be remembered and remembered forever."
The sound is like a deep sigh, echoing in everyone's ears...
