The Sage Who Transcended Samsara

Ancestors of the Wangjiali tribe? The ancestors of the royal family in the era of myth? Meng Qi's pupils shrank slightly, inexplicably scary. Alas,

Although the Wang family deliberately hid, and many of the things in ancient times involved secrets, which were erased or sealed by the great men in the history, his legend is often unknown, but the most basic situation is known to the world.

He got Luoshu, understood the truth of the heaven, and created the "Arithmetic Sutra" comparable to "Fu Huang's gossip";

And such a supernatural person screamed with such terrible fear before dying, reverberating through the ages, difficult to completely kill?

What exactly did he meet before sitting? What did you see?

What is even more horrible is that this encounter is not accidental. Every ancestor of the royal family, as long as they have obtained the Dharma Body, will scream similarly before sitting. Is the "Arithmetic Sutra" too overbearing, and the Heavenly Wayback has turned into a curse and deepened. In this practice, as long as you practice, you must either die early in the morning or not die?

I don't know why, the words "may not end well" always lingered in Meng Qi's mind, scarlet.

In his heart, the emotions of horror and horror seemed to be blisters, grunting, and constantly appearing. He wanted to ask subconsciously, but when it came to the secret of Wang's family, there was the ancestral hall of the ancestors of the Wang family. It was impossible for him to find out, so he forced convergence. After thinking about it, he looked at He Xiang who was trembling and smiled, "Since it's always happening, why should I be afraid?"

He Xiang muttered, "You don't understand. For the girl's family, she will be scared if she listens 10,000 times."

Meng Qi smiled and was about to return to the room. A sudden flash of light flashed through his mind: Wang Siyuan has always been a "god stick". He didn't say everything, but he meant it beyond the words. Did he let him stay here tonight and talk tomorrow for another meaning?

Knowing that the ancestral shrines of the ancestors would scream in the middle of the night, they would arrange themselves in the nearby Tianji Building instead of the guesthouse far away. With the operation of the Wang family in Jiangdong since ancient times, the ancestral homes were fully furnished. It is difficult for the world to make a second thought, living a little farther, weakened with layers of prohibition, unless one intentionally overhears. Otherwise, it will not be noticed at all.

In other words, he stayed at Tianjilou just to make himself hear screams.

And why do you hear yourself screaming?

Thinking of this festival, Meng Qi looked back and looked at He Xiang: "A certain pair of ancestors of the royal family have admired each other, and now have a chance to come here. Want to pay homage to a joss stick, I wonder if there is a chance now?"

This kind of request is unreasonable. Not to mention that Wang Jiaqiang's deceased is numerous. For any family, the ancestral temple is the most important thing, and it is mainly open to family members. If outsiders really have a reason, they may bring respect and respect to them as appropriate. However, this must be a day, and I never heard of it at midnight. And not to the homeowner, but to a maid.

However, He Xiang showed a smile: "Su Zhangjiao admires my ancestors like Wang, and the whole family of Wang's grandmother is delighted. Xiaoxiong will take you to worship the ancestral hall."

Sure enough ... Meng Qi said quietly, no longer speaking, followed He Xiang down the Tianji Building, passed the pen washing pool, passed through Song Berlin, and reached the solemn and solemn ancient building.

The gates of Wang's ancestral temple were closed. At the door were two full-body black armors, and only a pair of guards with their eyes exposed. Their breath was covered by the armor, but those eyes were as dark as ink. As if the secrets have been hidden, quite extraordinary.

"Jiangdong Wang's family really has a lot of secrets. There are countless hidden strong men who don't walk the rivers and lakes ..." Meng Qi nodded secretly, watching He Xiang take out the token and opened the door.

The ancestors of the Wang family at least legend that they must have one or more caves. Opportunities for sharpening must not be lacking, and walking or rivers and lakes will not hinder the promotion of children.

What is the foundation of eternal life? This is!

Entering the shrine, Meng Qi suddenly felt a coldness, like stepping into a tomb built for many years, and the main hall was filled with long tables, and the table was filled with black tablets, densely packed, with famous names, as if one His eyes were looking at himself, inexplicable.

Jiangdong Wang ’s family has been in the family for at least 200,000 years. Even in ancient times, Shouyuan was long. Nowadays, I do n’t know how many ancestors have accumulated. Those who have achieved the Dharma Body and those who have not become Dharma Body are here, forming a forest of tablets!

In front of it is the most empty area. There is only one tablet above the incense case. It is rich in black and solemn in gold. It has a few big letters: "the ancestor of the Wang clan."

What about taboos? Is his name not so ominous that the Wang family dare not mention it? Meng Qi frowned, and looked closely, his eyes suddenly attracted by those few gold words, and then felt that it became bigger and bigger, everything was blurred around, and time and space appeared to change.

Suddenly, Meng Qi is now in front of a grave mountain. The mountain is dark and full of cliffs. Each cave has been excavated with many caves. A coffin or bronze or black wood is placed there. Ahead of them are the tablets you just saw.

There is only one road leading to the top of this grave mountain. The sides of the road are also coffins and tablets, and there is a bronze ancient coffin with a very heavy feeling on the peak. It is tied by nine purple black chains and stands quietly. On the top is a black tablet that looks like the night sky, with the inscription "The ancestor of the Wang Family" in gold.

Nine purple and black chains reached into the grave mountain, and seemed to spread to the core of the earth, linking themselves with this heaven and earth.

"The ancestral temple of the ancestral family of the Wang family is a cave of the Wang family, sad to be able to bury the ancestors of previous generations ..." Meng Qi had a clear understanding, but his brows were still slightly frowned. This arrangement seemed to suppress the bronze coffin?

The ancestors of the Wang's ancestors suffered terrible backlash to such an extent that even if they were seized, they would continue to their descendants. If they are not suppressed, they may even be destroyed directly.

At this time, a red lantern was added to He Xiang's hands, and the candle flame was swaying inside to illuminate the surroundings, but this "shrine" became more gloomy.

"Isn't Su Zhangjiao going to incense?" He Xiang asked with a smile.

Meng Qi didn't know what Wang Siyuan was doing, he hesitated softly, followed He Xiang to set foot on the mountain road, and slowly approached.

The coffins on both sides are like a forest, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and the sound of screams may reverberate and become more terrifying.

At this moment, Meng Qi's ears moved, and a crunching sound was heard from a black wooden coffin next to it. It seemed that someone was scratching the lid inside!

Meng Qi immediately stunned, holding a knife in his right hand, and was shocked in his heart. Was it not enough to scream before sitting, and turned into a fierce undead monster after death?

Zazazza!

The lid of the coffin was opened little by little, Meng Qi looked dignified, and stood in front of He Xiang, who was so frightened, that he had to pull out the knife.

Hehehehe Suddenly, a familiar cough came from inside the coffin.

Meng Qi's expression suddenly became weird. He saw a white, thin figure climbing up with difficulty, his cheeks were sickly red, and he seemed so weak that he could fall back into the coffin at any time. It was Wang Siyuan, the grandson of Wang!

"How can Prince Wang pretend to be a ghost?" Meng Qi hesitated, and the little girl He Xiang was almost fainted.

Wang Siyuan stepped out, chuckling: "This is the coffin I picked for myself. What do you think?"

"It's not bad ..." Meng Qi said casually, adding sloppily, "Bronze is more fanciful."

"Fan?" Wang Siyuan waved He Xiang to retreat from the grave mountain, and then proceeded slowly, without saying a word.

Meng Qi didn't speak, waiting for the God Stick to speak by himself, the two were silent all the way, reached the peak side by side, and stopped in front of the bronze coffin of the ancestor of the Wang Clan.

Until this time, Meng Qi had a dark picture in front of the coffin, which was tightly tied by a thin golden rope.

"Spiritual map of ghosts and gods." Wang Siyuan's voice was murky, like a ghost. "Ancient heavens fell, and the list of gods returned to the blank. A **** who achieved the gods with the true spirits came out of the trap. Some relatives and old people have relied on helping to reshape the body. Keke, but the lonely widows are extremely miserable. Their divine power comes from Fengshenbang and Tianting. Once lost, they can only become lonely souls and ghosts. The ancestors pity, and made this picture to contain them ... "

The matter of blocking the list of gods? Meng Qi really wanted to say that he only saw the real God List.

Unfortunately, when Uncle Xiaobai came to the real world, he was curious and walked around on his way from Langya to Jiangdong. Otherwise, he would not be surprised by the whip.

After a long period of weather, Wang Siyuan recovered: "Unfortunately, the night they reentered the True Spirit Map, this picture disappeared mysteriously, and it suddenly appeared again more than 20 days ago."

This ... Meng Qi took a breath.

Wang Siyuan's old illness is related to this?

Suddenly, he heard a creaking voice coming from the bronze coffin in front of him!

This is the coffin of the ancestors of the Wangjiali tribe!

Wang Dashen stick pretending to be a ghost? Meng Qi looked at Wang Siyuan suddenly.

Wang Siyuan said with a smile, "I just let you get used to it."

There was no smile in his eyes, only madness! (To be continued.)

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