Wang Chengzhi shrank more and more in his eyes. In the bitter cold wind, he suddenly shook a little and asked his first question: "Do you still remember the master of the Heaven and Earth Hall, that is, Wang Gongshui, the current leader of the Yishan Sect?"

"Of course, that's our master. Even if you forget you, you can't forget your master.

Wang Chenghua answered immediately. Of course, he wanted to relieve his nervous mood, but Senior Brother Chengzhi didn't laugh at all.

It is fake to say that it is not embarrassing. At the same time, he also found it strange that the senior brother was the problem as soon as he spoke.

Then Wang Chenghua suddenly thought of the legend about the master in Guan. Not to mention, although Guan is a good place for the cultivation of the Qing Dynasty and it is very hard every day, farming, practicing boxing, and taking subjects, but the eldest brother doesn’t talk about the second brother, and no one is a paradise with a profound knowledge of Taoism. He also talks some gossip while practicing.

Legends about the Heaven and Earth Hall often scare the new Taoist priests wet the bed at night, and about what they go and go back after entering, or there is another world inside, where ghosts float over... In short, once Wang Chenghua thought of the Heaven and Earth Hall, he shivered immediately.

Shaking his head and shook off the messy imagination in his mind. He asked carefully with some suspicion: "But I heard that the master of the world was only 30 years old and went into seclusion in Tianditang and never came back... You shouldn't..."

"I met Master." Senior Brother Cheng Zhi's tone was calm.

"real!"

Hearing this answer, Wang Chenghua felt a little relieved, and then his peace of mind was pressed down by Wang Chengzhi.

"Yes, Master is still in the hall." Wang Chengzhi's voice was low, and there seemed to be a wry smile.

But when he lowered his head, the shock he could still reflect in his eyes when he saw the master's appearance.

"That's not very good!" Hearing this, Wang Chenghua became more and more envious, but he always felt something strange in his envy. Why did the senior brother's expression look like he had seen a ghost?

He looked around and felt that there was something furious, so he had to pretend to be reckless and push Senior Brother Chengzhi and happily said, "Senior Brother Chengzhi, you can still see Master Chengzhi, but I can't even touch the threshold of Heaven and Earth Hall. How great!"

"No, that's not good! Master, you won't come out again in this life. Uncle Master Wang Jingsong, Wang Jingtai, and I, I will do it too!"

The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and his expression became even more ferocious.

"For, why..." Wang Chenghua swallowed his saliva.

Looking at the senior brother's wide eyes and the bloodshot in his eyes, Wang Chenghua instinctively felt that the answer was terrifying. He even took two steps back unconsciously.

"because……"

Wang Chengzhi paused for a moment, then seemed to take out the courage he had left, took a deep breath, and then said-

"In the sixth year of Zhenyou of Emperor Xuanzong of Jin, Mr. Wang Yuyang, the founder of our school, made an assertion before the twelve centuries, that China would have a catastrophe. At that time, our Yushan Sect must do all our efforts to cast the magical artifact "Shan Haitan" to help the people in the world.

The last words of our ancestors were engraved on the head seal, and this secret was passed down from generation to generation by the head. We chose the person he needed to pass on the last words of our ancestors."

Wang Chenghua didn't dare to look at it, but said blankly: "Senior brother, I haven't read much..."

The bamboo forest has never been colder and more frightening than it is now.

"For more than six hundred years, our ancestors left their last words before ascending. He said that China will have a catastrophe in the future. The things that are cultivated in the Heaven and Earth Hall are the holy artifacts, mountains and sea altars forged by later generations in order to complete the teachings of ancestors and save the people of the world."

"Shan Haitan...cata...ah?"

Wang Chenghua scratched his head, rolled his eyes, and muttered in his mouth.

"Twelve Jiazi, ancestors are evolving..."

Wang Chenghua calculated, and then his mind buzzed, as if it exploded. He was so surprised that he could hardly stop talking. He hurriedly grabbed Senior Brother Cheng Zhi's arm and shook it violently: "Senior Brother, isn't the catastrophe mentioned by the ancestor just after 64 years?!"

"Yes, the catastrophe in the world is close to you."

The strong wind farther away than in the deep forest, or the commotion in the village at the foot of the mountain, made the wild dog roar almost like a wolf howl, and Wang Chenghua shivered fiercely.

Senior Brother Chengzhi held his hands behind his back and looked at the moon with a subtle tone: "Shan Hai Altar was selected and cast by his master 36 years ago, forged by the Three Rivers Water and Sanshan Earth, and filled with the ancient sacred tree heirloom: the seeds of the Lier wood, sitting upright on the altar of my ancestors, and being offered by the power of later generations every day. All the disciples of the Yushan School who were selected into the Heaven and Earth Hall must meditate and practice every day without distraction, and use all the cultivation skills in this life to support the Shan Hai Altar, and it will become a grand event in a century."

Wang Chengzhi spoke faster and faster. The little Wang Chenghua seemed to be able to see the estimated blue backs one by one, pushing open the ancient door of Heaven and Earth Hall. In the envy of the disciples, he closed his eyes and stepped into the door of fate sadly.

Everyone knows why their end is.

With the whisk in your hand, you will practice every day until you are a dry bone, and you will serve as a small jar. You will serve as a nation in the world.

However, no one knows their names after all.

"Senior brother, stop talking!" Wang Chenghua already understood completely.

He didn't care about the cold sweat all over his body and fell down.

Yes, Wang Chenghua is not talented, but he is not a fool. The method chosen by the master is clearly to let the disciples of the Yushan Sect use their flesh and blood to provide for the Shanhaitan! It is not one, but all the living forces in this sect that were in the past! It can be seen that they will have no joy in their lives until they are absorbed by the Shanhaitan.

This is a real destruction of a sect, and it is also the ending that the ancestors had foreseen when they were eternal.

But this method is to prevent the catastrophe of China and has to be implemented.

This kind of despair is clearly stated by the four words "killing oneself and becoming one's own despair".

Unlike in ancient times, the methods of "refining weapons" and "raising spirits" have been taboo methods in Taoist sects over the years. He once saw them in the collection of books he read with his senior brother Wang Chengzhi, and was discovered later. They were also punished for picking water and chopping firewood alone for half a year.

This time, this is not only a weapon refining, they also need a weapon refining spirit!!

This is a huge loss method.

"Senior Brother, is it really a weapon spirit?" Wang Chenghua still couldn't believe it.

Senior Brother Chengzhi smiled miserably, like a withered ghost.

"But the spirit of the artifact is not always despised by other sects outside the country, how could the ancestors..." The little Taoist priest was still struggling.

"So what about ‘noble’, so what about ‘despised’, can’t they see it? China has been weak over the years, people’s hearts are not as good as ever, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth has weakened to this point, and the cultivation world is in danger. The so-called upright cultivation methods are too late. There are no magic weapons and real people, and only such evil "artifact spirits" can fight.

Until the signs of the instrument spirit are nourished, the preliminary preparations are completed. After that, one person must be devoted to the mountain and sea altar to accompany the mountain and sea altar for a lifetime, and guide the instrument spirit to become an upright and powerful spirit that can save China. Until the 'day of the sky' that the ancestors predicted came."

His voice became more and more angry.

All of them are sarcastic in their wry smile.

Outside the picture, what is very unsightly is Yi Ruchang. He was scratching his head impatiently, as if he couldn't hold back the words "Can you say hurry up" in his mouth, and it was necessary to burst out.

Fortunately, he remembered something and turned his head slightly to look at He Lan's situation.

Helan was fine, but just sat there obediently holding his legs. He was not as sad as he often imagined. Instead, he was calm as if he was reading someone else's story.

However, whenever Brother Wang Chengzhi frowned or was in pain, he would unconsciously bend his eyebrows like smoke. At this time, his eyebrows would frown into a sad shape.

Perhaps after watching for too long, Helan looked up and bumped into Yi Ruchang's gaze, but the latter immediately turned his head and picked his nose, pretending that he was just looking for a piece of toilet paper to cover his nose.

He Lan lowered his head, stuffed his soft chin between his arms, and continued to look at the picture without even blinking his eyes.

"Teacher, senior brother...are you..."

The young Taoist priest Wang Chenghua swallowed his saliva. From the bottom of his heart, he did not want any affirmative answer, but the answer was never about to come out.

Sure enough, Senior Brother Chengzhi still raised his head.

"right."

He calmly looked at a bamboo leaf that he picked at some point in his palm and smiled—

“I was chosen to be the one who will accompany and guide the spirit for life.
Chapter completed!