Nine Transformations of the True Spirit

After Chen Yuan left the Jinwu Mountains, he fled all the way north.

Last night, he asked for a map of Donghua Continent from Cao Xianji, and saw the entire Donghua Continent for the first time.

When he was in the Lingyun Sect, his cultivation level was too low. On the map he got from the Sutra Pavilion, there were only a few countries around Qi, and the scope was very narrow.

Only today did he know that Donghua Continent is about one-third the size of Jiuxian Continent, and there are more than 40 countries, large and small.

Wei State is located in the south-central part of Donghua Continent, and is separated from Qi State by Si State, Ye State, Sheng State and Liang State, more than 100,000 miles apart.

The strength of the countries in Donghua Continent varies. The strong ones are large sects such as the Blood Spirit Sect and the Zhiyuan Sect, which dominate a country. There are seven or eight Nascent Soul monks in the sect, and there are even big monks in charge.

Weak ones like the Liang Kingdom had only two medium-sized sects and were small and weak.

Qi State is quite powerful among the countries in Donghua Continent, with six medium-sized sects.

Ziyang Sect has two Nascent Soul monks in charge, and its strength is second to none among medium-sized sects.

However, under the massive invasion of the Demon Sect, Qi was unable to resist, and other small countries were no match. In less than a hundred years, five countries were destroyed.

However, the Demon Sect did not kill them all, but only occupied the land and later retreated.

Except for the three Nascent Soul cultivators who died, the sects behind them disappeared, and the other sects all moved back to their homeland.

According to Tong Zhenren, the world of immortality was peaceful after the war, and every sect was silently licking its wounds.

But along the way, Chen Yuan saw that the world was in dire straits and all life was in ruins.

Like the Wei Kingdom, refugees were everywhere in every country. Wherever Chen Yuan saw, there were dozens of battle formations, large and small.

The armored officers and soldiers and the refugee army who chopped wood into soldiers fought beside the dry and cracked river until blood flowed into the river.

People died of hunger everywhere, and the tragedies of selling sons and daughters and exchanging children for food could be seen everywhere.

Chen Yuan was used to seeing life and death, and his hands were stained with the blood of countless monks and monsters, but when he saw this scene, he felt heavy.

In less than ten days, he traveled through four countries. What he saw on the way was only insignificant in several countries. Even so, other places would only be more miserable.

Faced with this tragic situation, Chen Yuan could only save some mortals trapped by the flood.

Natural disasters can be overcome, but man-made disasters are difficult to eliminate.

Chen Yuan could save the hungry refugees for a while, but not for the rest of their lives.

This situation did not get better until he entered Qi State.

Qi State also has disasters and refugees, but it has not yet completely entered troubled times.

Chen Yuan passed through several prefectures and counties, which were still under the control of the government.

Occasionally, there were refugee rebels, but they were quickly suppressed by the government.

Thousands of feet high in the sky, Chen Yuan flew all the way and saw a mountain range stretching across the land in the distance, like a giant dragon, with no beginning or end.

There is only one mountain range in the entire Qi State that is so majestic.

Chen Yuan slowed down his escape speed, turned around, and flew to the northeast, arriving at the edge of the Chimang Mountains.

He overlooked the familiar mountains and rivers, and the familiar Leping County.

Under the influence of spiritual consciousness, Leping County is still prosperous, the streets are bustling with people, and caravans carrying banners are constantly coming and going.

More than sixty miles north of the county seat is Chenjia Village.

Chen Yuan came to the sky above Chenjia Village, where smoke was curling up from cooking stoves, chickens and dogs heard each other, and it was quiet and peaceful.

The last time he returned to Chenjiacun, the place had been burned to ashes and was in ruins, with only an old man living there.

More than a hundred years later, the place has regained its popularity, and there is no longer any trace left by the war.

In the north of Chenjia Village, a village is surrounded by high stone walls and covers an extremely large area, several miles in diameter.

Groups of soldiers patrolled inside and outside Zhuangzi. Each one was strong, wearing leather armor, holding swords and guns, and they were heavily guarded.

Inside Zhuangzi, there are courtyards, mills, warehouses and craftsmen's shops. In the center is a large house with four entrances, with the four characters "Dang Kou Hou Di" written on the plaque.

Behind the mansion is a magnificent building with the words "Chen's Ancestral Hall" written on it, and the door is closed.

Chen Yuan's spiritual consciousness swept across the inside and outside of Zhuangzi, and he was stunned for a moment before landing in front of the Chen Clan Ancestral Hall.

The two dark wooden doors are tightly closed, solemn and solemn, with golden couplets engraved on both sides. On the right is "Study diligently and write straightly, and we should remember the virtues of our ancestors", and on the left is "Assist the king and help the hegemon, and it is the merits of the ancestors that make the ancestors proud".

Chen Yuan smiled slightly, and the wooden door opened silently.

He stepped in, passed the patio, and came to the main hall.

There are four golden pillars in the center of the hall, with ever-burning lamps and candles, and a wooden platform several stories high, enshrining densely packed tablets.

On the top floor, there are two chestnut wood tablets enshrined, which read respectively "The Divine Lord of the Iron Pillar of the Great Ancestor of the Chen Family" and "The Divine Lord of the Li Family, the Great Ancestor of the Chen Family".

There are three chestnut tablets enshrined on the second floor. From the right, they are "The Divine Lord of Chen's great-grandfather Ta Niu", "The Divine Lord of Chen's great-grandfather Chen's mother Liu", and "The Divine Lord of Chen's great-grandfather Ta Erniu".

Further down, there are more and more tablets on each level.

Chen Yuan's eyes fell on the top two tablets, his expression a little complicated.

Suddenly, he sighed softly, picked up a stick of incense from the bottom of the altar, ignited without fire, and inserted it into the incense burner.

At this time, a sound of footsteps was getting closer and closer, accompanied by a confused whisper: "Why is the door of the ancestral hall opened? I have obviously closed it..."

A young man in his early twenties walked into the ancestral hall. He was wearing a coarse short coat and holding a broom in his hand.

When he saw Chen Yuan standing in front of the memorial tablet, his expression changed and he clenched the broom in his hand: "Who is it?"

Chen Yuan ignored him, knelt on the ground, kowtowed hard three times in a row, and then stood up.

Chen Yuan took possession of Chen Erniu's body and lived a new life. Chen Tiezhu and his wife raised him for another three years. He will always remember this kindness in his heart.

When the young man saw Chen Yuan kowtow, his expression softened, he let go of the broom in his hand, and said with a smile: "Brother, you scared me. It's still far away from the New Year's Day to worship ancestors. You came to worship secretly. I thought you were being punished." A thief."

Chen Yuan turned around, looked at the young man, smiled and said, "Are you from the Chen family?"

The young man was tall, handsome, fair-skinned, and had a frivolous look on his face. However, he was wearing a simple coarse cloth jacket and a pair of straw sandals, which looked extremely strange.

The young man was stunned for a moment and looked Chen Yuan up and down: "What do you mean? How can you enter the ancestral hall if you are not a member of the Chen family?"

He suddenly tightened his grip on the broom in his hand and looked at Chen Yuan warily: "Who are you? I don't think I've seen you before."

Chen Yuan said: "I am also a member of the Chen family, so you don't have to worry."

The vigilance in the young man's eyes did not lessen: "Which house are you from? What's your rank? What's your name?"

Chen Yuan thought for a moment and said, "I should be considered the eldest son, ranking second. As for my name, you can call me Chen Erniu."

"Nonsense!" the young man said sternly, "I am the eldest brother, how could I not know that there is a second brother like you? Who are you? What do you want to sneak into the ancestral hall of my Chen family?"

Chen Yuan said: "You should have seen that I am here to pay homage to my parents."

The young man looked hesitant. When he came in just now, Chen Yuan was indeed kneeling and kowtow. How could he do this if it were not for the Chen family?

He thought again of the name Chen Yuan just said, Chen Erniu...wait, Chen Erniu?

The young man suddenly raised his head and looked at the tablet on the far left side of the second floor - "The God of the Two Bulls, Taizu of the Chen Family".

He looked angry: "What a thief, how dare you insult my ancestors of the Chen family!"

As he spoke, he hit Chen Yuan on the head with a broom, with rapid force and a sound of whistling through the air.

Chen Yuan shook his head and laughed. He raised his hand and pinched the wooden pole of the broom. With a little force, he snatched it away.

The young man's eyes only dimmed, and the broom in his hand was taken away.

He was startled, and struck down with another palm, as powerful as a knife.

Chen Yuan raised his hand to block, and the young man's palm knife struck the back of his hand, as if it had hit a piece of fine steel. The tiger's mouth was violent, and he stepped back dozens of steps. Only then did he manage to stabilize his body, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

Chen Yuan stood there, motionless, not using even a single ounce of strength.

He put down his hand and said with approval: "Yes, at a young age, he has already developed inner strength, and there is great hope for his future achievements."

The young man was horrified: "You...who are you?"

His martial arts skills are unparalleled among the younger generation of the Chen family, and he is considered a master whether in the martial arts or the military.

The person in front of him seemed to be about the same age as him, but he had not used his true energy. He just punched him with his physical body. His body did not move at all, but the force of the counterattack shocked his internal organs.

Even his father, an innate warrior, couldn't do it without using his true energy.

Chen Yuan smiled slightly: "I have already told you, I am Chen Erniu."

"You...cough!" The young man was so angry that he coughed twice and spit out another mouthful of blood.

Seeing that he still didn't believe it, Chen Yuan shook his head and raised his hand to grab it. Chongxuan Peak appeared out of thin air in his hand, swelling to a height of several feet, shining with a faint aura, and majestic, like a thousand-foot mountain.

The young man was stunned. He looked up at the dark yellow peak that almost touched the main beam of the ancestral hall, and murmured: "This... this..."

It took him a while to come back to his senses: "Are you an immortal cultivator?"

Chen Yuan was a little surprised: "Have you ever seen an immortal cultivator?"

The young man looked up at Zhongxuan Peak, his face no longer filled with anger, but filled with awe.

He thought for a while and said: "You... Your Excellency, wait a moment, I will come as soon as I go. If you are really the ancestor of Erniu, I have a way to prove it!"

Chen Yuan put away Chongxuan Peak: "Go back quickly."

The young man turned around and left, but after taking two steps, he turned around again and asked cautiously: "Can I tell others about this?"

Chen Yuan looked back at the memorial tablet and said casually: "Don't make it known to everyone."

The young man grinned, covered his chest and abdomen with one hand, ignored the blood dripping from the tiger's mouth, turned around and walked out of the ancestral hall quickly.

Chen Yuan's eyes fell on his own tablet, and he thought of the three years he spent in Chenjiacun. Scenes flashed through his mind, and memories appeared in his eyes.

About half a quarter of an hour later, a few hurried footsteps got closer and closer, and Chen Yuan turned around.

After he entered the ancestral hall, he took back his consciousness.

The young man walked into the ancestral hall, followed by a middle-aged man in brocade clothes, holding a scroll in his hand.

There was still blood on the corner of the young man's mouth. He took three steps and two steps at a time, came to Chen Yuan, and bowed deeply: "Unfilial descendant Chen Yanwei, pay your respects to great uncle!"

When the middle-aged man saw Chen Yuan, his pupils shrank, he unfolded the scroll in his hand, took a look, and bowed deeply: "Unfilial descendant Chen Huaide, pay your respects to great uncle!" (End of this chapter)