Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

After leaving the tavern, Wang Fu walked into an empty alley. The next moment, a flash of light appeared, and his figure suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already standing in the Wang family ancestral temple.

Inside the ancestral temple was a rather luxurious three-story attic. At the entrance and exit of the attic stood several burly guards, who were obviously servants guarding the ancestral temple.

Wang Fu used an invisible spell, so these mortals could not find him.

After listening to the two Confucian scholars in the tavern, Wang Fu finally decided to break into the Wang family ancestral temple. Regardless of whether he was a descendant of Wang Feng or not, at least he had no regrets in his heart, and the blood disease had to be confirmed to be true or false.

Can't live past the age of forty? If so, the Wang family might have provoked some immortal cultivator and been cursed!

If he was really a descendant of Wang Feng, Wang Fu would be considered a distant ancestor of the Wang family, and he wouldn't mind taking care of Wang Feng.

Thinking of this, Wang Fu no longer hesitated. After casually glancing at the people guarding the temple, he entered the attic with an earth escape technique.

The first floor of the attic was quite ordinary, with the shape of a normal attic, nothing unusual, but when Wang Fu stepped onto the second floor, he was shocked by the rows of spirit tablets.

There were hundreds of these spirit tablets in total, arranged on the long tables around. In front of each long table was a round tripod with sandalwood inserted. Although they had all burned out, it was obvious that people often came to burn incense and worship.

But how could so many people die in this Wang family in less than a hundred years?

And the empty long tables in the back were obviously prepared for later generations.

With such doubts, Wang Fu glanced at all the names on the tablets. Although they were all surnamed Wang, they were all unfamiliar names.

Wang Fu did not stay for long, but went up to the third floor.

There were also some spirit tablets on the third floor, but the number was much smaller and more solemn. In front of dozens of tablets, there is not only a huge round tripod, but also the burnt sandalwood is much thicker and more delicate. In addition, there are several copper tripods filled with fragrant oil on both sides of the tablets. There is a lot of fragrant oil in the tripods, and each has a thick cotton core, with a candlelight that has never been extinguished.

Wang Fu just glanced at it and then focused his eyes on the dozens of tablets.

He looked up from the bottom, calm at first, but then his body froze and did not move.

He saw familiar names.

All the people of the Wang family in Wutong Village are here!

"Wang Quan, Wang Dafu, Wang Tie, Wang... Feng..."

"Wang Tong..."

"Wang Hong, Wang Hongshi..."

Familiar names, once lively lives, former partners, now have become such cold wooden signs. Wang Fu's heart stagnated, heavy and a little breathless, his heart was very depressed.

Especially, there are the names of his father and mother on it.

"Dad... Mom..."

Wang Fu felt a pain in his heart. He looked at the two tablets next to each other, as if he saw two blurry figures smiling and waving at him.

But his eyes had turned red without him noticing.

It is said in the world of immortal cultivation that the way of heaven is ruthless. If you want to cultivate the great way, you must cut off the seven emotions and six desires.

Wang Fu could not tell the truth from the false.

He only knew that cultivating immortality is desire.

Cultivating immortals to fight for resources is desire.

...

Have you not seen that

countless Qi Refining Realm cultivators fought for a foundation pill.

In order to obtain the resources for forming pills, Fenglei Ruins suffered heavy casualties.

Tianluo State invaded Daxia and Daqi, and countless immortal cultivators died.

Even the Qinghe Zhenjun, who had reached the state of transformation, was angry for his beloved and raised his hand to destroy the immortals and demons.

Is this called cutting off the seven emotions and six desires?

Wang Fu is now a late Jindan peak cultivator, and his strength is invincible. He is considered half a land immortal, but he still can't cut off his emotions. Otherwise, why would he seek revenge?

Why did the Qinghe Zhenjun destroy the Juque and Jiyin sects?

Cutting off emotions and desires, the great way is ruthless, is just a self-deception.

At least Wang Fu can't do it, he just buried his emotions deep in his heart.

After a long time, Wang Fu finally walked slowly to the tablet. He looked at those familiar names. Although he looked expressionless, the scenes he had been with them appeared in his mind one after another.

Each one seemed to be close at hand.

The candlelight flickered, and Wang Fu just stood there. I don't know when a smile appeared on his face, but tears flashed in the corners of his eyes.

It was not until the heavy sound of the door opening with a creak that Wang Fu was awakened from his past memories and thoughts. He only felt it slightly and knew that it was the second place Wang Shilang who came to worship his ancestors.

Wang Fu did not hide his body, but slowly took three sandalwood sticks from the side, lit them with candlelight, and worshiped in front of his parents' tablets.

At this time, footsteps came closer and closer downstairs, and the voices of a man and a woman talking.

"Ahem... Guangzu, after this worship, come with me back to Wangjiabao. Father doesn't have much time left, only these few years. Although you have inherited the position of Shilang, you still have to inherit the position of the head of the Wang family." A woman's voice was a little weak, and she even coughed twice. Despite this, there was a little unquestionable in her words.

"Sister, you've said it twice. Don't worry, I won't run away. I will definitely go back to Wangjiabao with you. Not only to visit my father, but also to honor the old ancestor of my Wang family. But I don't want to be the head of the family. You know, I have a lively personality. If I become the head of the family, I may bring our Wang family to the forefront of some storm." The other man's voice seemed much more full of energy, but his tone was not so firm. It seemed that he respected the woman next to him.

"Sister, you are the most suitable candidate for the position of head of the family. You have managed the family in an orderly manner on behalf of father over the years. Not only are you highly respected by the elders in the family, but even the reclusive ancestor of our Wang family likes you very much. As long as you agree, it won't be my turn."

"I can't do it. I am a woman, which is not in accordance with etiquette. Besides, I will get married soon, so I can't be the head of the family. Besides... cough, besides, I am infected with blood disease like my father, and I am destined to live no more than 40 years old. My condition is much more serious than my father's. Let alone 40, it is very difficult to live to 30, cough..." The woman smiled, seemingly gentle, but with a hint of injustice to fate, and a bit of self-mockery.

"Sister, don't say that... I will definitely ask the best doctor to treat you and use the best medicine. I don't believe that there is really no way to treat this blood disease." The man's voice sank.

The woman smiled when she heard this.

After a while, a man and a woman walked up the stairs to the third floor. A young man in a blue Confucian robe and a weak woman in a green dress. The former was handsome, with a sharp look between his eyebrows, while the woman was pale and thin. Despite this, she still couldn't hide her stunning appearance, and her weak appearance made people want to protect and pity her.

While the two talked, they almost climbed to the third floor at the same time.

But at this moment, the voices of the two people stopped immediately. In their sight, a slender black figure was standing in front of the tablet, with his hands behind his back.

The expressions of the brother and sister immediately stagnated.

Then they showed a vigilant look.

The young man in the Confucian robe immediately stepped forward and blocked the weak woman behind him. At the same time, the Confucian robe was puffed up, and his internal force was stirred up.

This young man was actually a martial arts expert who practiced internal skills.

He used his inner strength and growled with a frown:

"Who are you?"

"Why are you in my Wang family's ancestral temple? What do you want?"

Wang Fu turned his back to the two of them, still looking at his parents' spirit tablets, motionless, and didn't seem to have the slightest intention of answering.

The young man in the Confucian robe, that is, the Minister Wang, narrowed his eyes and moved his fingers slightly. A stone emerged, and the inner strength surged, and it was about to fly out of his hand and shoot towards Wang Fu's back.

The weak woman behind the young man in the Confucian robe seemed to see something at this time. Her beautiful eyes moved slightly, and suddenly she stretched out her slender little hand like a scallion, pressed on the young man's arm, and said urgently:

"Guangzu, stop!"

However, it was too late. The stone had already flown out of his hand, but fortunately the young man in the Confucian robe heard the voice of his elder sister and changed the direction in time, from hitting the back of the black-clothed figure to the shoulder.

Even so, the stone still flew through the air with a "whoosh" sound, with an astonishing momentum.