The only way

Chapter 544

The Patriarch Hall of Wuwangzhai is located on the highest solitary peak of Wuwangzhai.

It is placed alone in the northwest corner of Wuwangzhai, surrounded by a sea of ​​pear trees, vermilion verandas, high doors, and blue glazed tiles, standing quietly in the middle of the snow-white sea of ​​flowers, as if it were an isolated piece of pure land.

Yaoguang led Lingchu all the way to the outside of the Patriarch Hall, and when there were still hundreds of meters away, he stopped.

"Elder Chu, my disciples cannot get close to the [-]-meter range of the Patriarch Hall. After passing this sea of ​​fragrant snow, you have to go the rest of the way by yourself." Yaoguang stood on the bluestone path in this sea of ​​snow-white flowers, He said respectfully.

Lingchu was not surprised. During the few months she came here, she still learned about Wuwangzhai.

There are many rules in Wuwangzhai, one of which is that except for the head of the sect, the rest of the disciples are not allowed to approach the Patriarch Hall.

The mahogany token hanging at the waist swayed slightly as the woman in green clothes walked, Lingchu nodded, and walked towards the Patriarch Hall in the sea of ​​fragrant snow.

The outside of Wuwangzhai is full of pear blossoms, but within Wuwangzhai, only here is the place where pear blossoms are planted.

And in Wuwangzhai, everyone calls this sea of ​​pear blossoms the Sea of ​​Fragrant Snow.

Maybe it's because when the pear blossoms are in the wild, they are as white as snow and fragrant, like a sea of ​​fragrant snow.

It is also a very suitable name.

As an important place of Wuwangzhai, there are naturally many restrictions here. As a formation master, Lingchu has already discovered many clues where his spiritual consciousness has scanned, but he is wearing a real person who is wearing clean water. When stepping on the white jade steps and standing under the tall vermilion door, he never encountered any obstacles.

The slender white palm was lifted gently, and before it touched the vermilion door, the tall wooden door in front of him creaked softly, heavy and slow, as if a palace that had been dusty for a long time was finally opened again.

Lingchu raised his hand for a moment, then put it down as if nothing had happened, and stepped across the high threshold, light as a breeze.

The Patriarch Hall of Wuwangzhai is not the same as Lingchu imagined. Most of the ordinary Patriarch Halls have a tall and large table in the center of the hall, on which countless ancestors are neatly and orderly placed. Spiritual bit.

However, when the door of the Patriarch Hall of Wuwangzhai is opened, a long corridor appears in front of the eyes. On both sides of the corridor, there are hollows one after another. The hollows are half as high as the main hall. On the wooden table, on the white wall behind the wooden table, there are portraits hanging, and there are futons in front of the wooden table.

At a glance, there are hundreds of futons and holes on both sides of this promenade, which is no less than [-] meters long.

Lingchu first looked at the two holes closest to the door. In these two holes, there were tables and futons, but the white walls and the tables were all empty.

Obviously, there is no ancestor of Wuwangzhai enshrined here.

A dark light flashed in the clear eyes, Lingchu guessed that the establishment of Wuwangzhai is not too long, and those who are eligible to be enshrined in the Patriarch Hall are at the lowest level above the elders. Zhai has not experienced several generations of changes.

Among the hundreds of holes, at least half of them are empty seats.

Looking at it this way, I'm afraid that the first half of the Patriarch Hall should not have any portraits or spirit tablets.

While thinking, Lingchu walked slowly along this long corridor.

It wasn't until two-thirds of the long corridor passed that Lingchu saw the first hollow with offerings inside.

Hanging on the snow-white wall is a vivid portrait of a nun in a blue-and-white plaid robe, with a hosta on her hair and a dust whisk in her hand, looking out of the portrait with indifferent and distant eyes.

On the wooden table under the portrait, there is a spiritual tablet made of dark spiritual wood, with two lines of words written on it in a correct font.

The first generation elder of Wuwangzhai, Master Fubi.

The rest are not recorded in detail.

Lingchu didn't use his spiritual sense, but simply glanced at the wooden table and the portrait.

In front of the spiritual seat, there is also a bronze hollow-carved incense burner, only the size of a palm. A light blue spiritual incense burns on it, and the green smoke slowly floats up. Half of it is lost in the portrait.

Yun Lingxiang, with fragrance Yunling Ling, Yunling Ling is not extinguished.

Generally speaking, lighting this kind of incense means that there is a high possibility that the monk's remnant soul or consciousness still remains in the portrait or the spiritual tablet.

Only then can it be nourished and protected with Yunling fragrance.

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, the San Qing Dao Sect is one of the top immortal sects in the Eastern Continent, and it is impossible for the Patriarch Hall to be just a piece of pure dead things.

No wonder, it is not easy for people to enter the Patriarch Hall of any sect. You can discover a lot of secrets just by taking a look.

Lingchu bent his eyes and smiled slightly, and gave a junior salute to the portrait in front of him.

Although the owner of the portrait in front of him may not have a cultivation level of Jindan, but since he has accepted Wu Wang Zhai Keqing, and he is obviously a junior, it is not difficult to salute the portrait in front of him as a junior.

After this portrait, the wooden tables that were originally empty along the way began to have portraits of spiritual tablets and incense burners one after another.

However, in front of some of the portraits, the spiritual incense burning is not the Yun Lingxiang, but just 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.

All the way down like this, it took Lingchu out of the long corridor of hundreds of meters for a quarter of an hour.

At the end of the corridor, there is a door, the door is closed tightly, and there is no light.

Lingchu didn't push open the door in front of him in a hurry, but set his eyes on the bottom of the door.

There, there were only a few rough carvings, which looked very rough, and it was not similar to the style of this exquisite temple. However, when Lingchu saw the few carvings, some silent words appeared in his mind for a long time. memory.

These few strokes are very simple, but Lingchu has seen them before.

These few strokes engrave a mountain peak shaped like a crescent moon, half hidden, surrounded by clouds and mist.

Lingchu had seen this crescent moon-like mountain before. In Zhenjun Shangguang's cave, there was also such a portrait carved on the stone wall of the cave. It was very inconspicuous, but Lingchu had seen it unconsciously.

Just a glance, it is recorded in the depths of memory.

I saw it again today, and the picture buried deep in my memory slowly emerged.

Sure enough, the patriarch of Wuwangzhai's sect was none other than Senior Ziling whom True Monarch Shangguang had been looking for so hard.

(End of this chapter)