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Chapter 158

A long carpet with brilliant rays of light was spread in front of the six statues, and at the end of the carpet came a woman who was the protagonist of today's ceremony - Gao Rong.

She has narrow eyebrows, thin lips that seem to be smiling but not smiling, and she is born with a touch of evil.

Gao Rong stepped on the long carpet, walked slowly in front of the six statues, and knelt down with his head held high.

"The patriarch is face to face, and the disciple Gao Rong is worshiped under the seat of the master today, and he is promoted to be a personal heir. From now on, the interests of the sect must be put first. Those who violate the sect will be killed; those who do not respect the master will be killed; those who prevent me from seeking the way whoever, kill!"

The voice of the words was like cutting gold and jade, and the three words "kill" seemed to be tainted with a strong smell of blood. Some inner disciples who lacked xinxing felt their backs go numb.

The other waiters beside Jing Yingrong were talking in low voices.

"Senior Sister Gao is getting more and more murderous."

"Isn't that good? Our sect needs more ruthless characters like Senior Sister Gao, so that we won't be sullen when facing other sects."

"Are you referring to the conflict between us and the Wufeng Sword Sect some time ago?"

"It's not just referring to this matter. But it's true. If Senior Sister Gao was present, they would have been killed. What restraint? Restraint, do we need to be afraid of them?"

After Gao Rong finished his declaration, Lord Tongshengdao gave a slight nod, and then exchanged glances with Taoist Yunmeng and the sect leader.

The three stood up at the same time, pinching out the same formula in their hands.

The six statues suddenly glowed with light, including the empty pedestal beside it, which also lit up with light.

The light became more and more dazzling, and at a certain moment, it suddenly turned into seven beams of light and shot up into the sky, straight into Qingming.

The bright and clear sky, which was originally cloudless, was suddenly filled with wind and clouds, and bursts of muffled thunder rumbled, running over everyone's hearts.

The wind is howling, the dark clouds are surging, and the sky is about to fall.

Suddenly, there were seven beams of light illuminating the sky, as if they were flowers of hope blooming in this doomsday scene.

In the light, a huge thing from the void outside the sky landed little by little, and stopped after revealing its entirety, bathed in a piece of light.

It was an incomparably solemn and elegant palace, showing a majestic grandeur.

The head of the sect flew up, looked up at the hall from bottom to top, cupped his hands and said loudly: "Welcome to the ancestral hall of the ancestor!"

"Welcome to the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall!"

All the Absolute Beginners at the scene left their seats and knelt down at this moment, and the mighty sound resounded throughout the universe.

Except Mirror Yingrong.

No one noticed her, so she just stood there, frowning as she watched the gate of the Patriarch's Ancestral Hall slowly open.

She said in the sea of ​​consciousness: "There is no spiritual place for him inside."

Jisha Sword: "They don't know Li Chengkong is dead yet, do they?"

Jijie Pen: "Not necessarily. Even if they knew about it, they wouldn't dare to put up a spirit seat, lest they leak the news."

Jing Yingrong lowered her head, and in the palm of her hand appeared a piece of wood with a dark purple halo, on which there was a star-like character - the position of Li Chengkong.

This was made by imitating the spirit card of Qin Xinyao's mother when she was in the Qin family.

Jijie Pen: "Do you want to put the spirit card in there?"

Jing Yingrong: "Yes."

She lowered her eyes and said in a low voice, "He deserves it."

Extreme Flame Bead: "If it is placed in it suddenly, will they be frightened?"

Jishajian snorted and said, "Don't care what they do, just do what they want."

Jing Yingrong: "Okay."

The gate of the patriarch's ancestral hall was completely opened, and everyone couldn't see the scene inside. They only saw a white light cast from the ancestral hall and fell into the palm of Tongsheng Daojun.

Tongsheng Daojun volleyed towards Gao Rong, and put his palm on the center of her eyebrows, and the white light sank into her seal.

Gao Rong's body shook, he couldn't help closing his eyes, and opened them after a long time.

She bent down and bowed three times.

Tong Shengdao nodded to her, then disappeared, and appeared next to the head in a blink of an eye.At the same time, Daoist Yunmeng also appeared on the other side of the head.

The three of them said in unison: "Respectfully send off Patriarch."

This time the other disciples did not make a sound, they just knelt quietly, looking up at the patriarch's ancestral hall with fanatical, yearning or excited eyes.

The ancestor's ancestral hall slowly rose and returned to the void.The next moment, the seven pillars of light also fell back to the statue and the base.

The wind and thunder stopped, the clouds parted and the sun rose, and the sky became clear again.

The head and Daoist Yunmeng returned to their seats, and all the disciples got up and sat back. Lord Tongshengdao began to take Gao Rong to meet the distinguished guests from other sects. This was also one of the ways to pave the way for the disciples.

The atmosphere on the scene gradually turned relaxed, and it was time for the waiters to enter the venue.

Jing Yingrong was eating melons and fruits, came to the back of the master of Shijue Mansion, and said softly with 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 Mansion, is a middle-aged man.He was chatting with the guest sitting next to the grand scene just now, when he heard Jing Yingrong's voice, he subconsciously turned around and said, "Thank you... Huh?!"

The moment his eyes touched Jing Yingrong's face, Qian Ran's eyes widened, full of shock.

He suddenly took out a thick booklet and flipped through it quickly.

The booklet seemed to have passed through a long time, it was dilapidated, and even the cover was missing.The yellowed paper was filled with densely packed small characters and some blurred pictures.

Qian Ran turned to one of the pages.He looked at Jing Yingrong, then at the paper, and then at Jing Yingrong.In a few breaths, the eyes moved back and forth between Jing Yingrong and that page.

Jing Yingrong always smiled lightly, turning a blind eye to Qianran's abnormal state.

Qian Ran said, "Little girl, has anyone ever told you that you look a bit like a human being?"

Mirror Yingrong: "..."

She silently added tea to the cup.

Qian Ran: "It's a bit like Taoist Kong Ji."

Mirror Yingrong: "..."

"Really, I didn't lie to you, look at this."

Qian Ran gestured to Jing Yingrong to look at the opened page of the brochure.There is a picture on it, and it can be seen vaguely that a man is sleeping on a tree.

Although there is only a side face and the picture is not very clear, it can indeed be seen that Jing Yingrong is somewhat similar to the man.

Jing Yingrong looked at it twice, and said, "It was painted by Taoist Huiyan."

"Even Taoist Huiyan knows that he is indeed a disciple of Taichu Guan." Qianran looked at Jing Yingrong with admiration, and said: "This is "The Story of the Proud of Heaven" written by Taoist Huiyan, which depicts some of the proud sons of heaven in his era. There is only one copy of the temperament and image in the world today."

Jing Yingrong: "Oh."

Qianran: "...you don't have the aboriginal view."

Jing Yingrong: "If necessary, there will be."

"Big talk." Qian Ran smiled and pointed her finger in the mirror, and then put the booklet away with care.

He said seriously: "Little girl, let me tell you something secretly. Our Shijue Mansion plans to produce a series of fairy performances with the life experience of the Kongji Daoist as the main body of the story. Taichu Guan contacted Venerable Shangkongji and asked for his permission."

Mirror Yingrong: "..."

Qianran continued: "But the old man will definitely not come to play himself, so, we are already looking for a suitable candidate. You see that you look so similar to Taoist Kongji. Do you want to come to Shijue Mansion to try it out?" try?"

Jing Yingrong fell into a long silence.

Qianran is still lobbying: "It doesn't matter if you don't match the gender, you can solve it by dressing up as a man. You have to believe in the strength of our Shijue Mansion. If you were with us, little girl, you would definitely not serve tea and water for others, and participate in a You can earn a lot of money by recording Buxian performances, and you won't be forced to practice, and you can still be famous..."

Jijie Pen: "It's really digging into the wall."

(End of this chapter)