Chapter 21 The dust of time

Every child has a strong curiosity, especially those areas that adults do not allow to touch, which are almost considered mysterious.

This mystery flows in the blood. If you don’t uncover the puzzle for a day, you will probably have to look forward to it all your life.

In my eyes, the ancestral temple is such a place, almost covered with a sacred veil, so they had to sort out their appearance before they were willing to go. Unfortunately, Zhang Xinya's bandaging skills were really bad. A few circles of gauze wrapped around me, making me look like a Japanese ronin. With a serious look, it was no different from the funny invaders in some god-like dramas.

In fact, when my dad took me into that mysterious area, it was a bit different from what I imagined.

This is a small house. Because it took too long, it was damp and dilapidated inside, and even the air was dirty and the smell of mold and rotten was everywhere.

At the center of the ancestral temple, a huge statue sat cross-legged, which is similar to the Buddha statue in the temple, but I can't recognize which sacred it is. No matter whether it is Buddha or Taoism, there is no such god.

This is a very majestic man. He was wearing a Confucian robe and holding a scepter in one hand. At first glance, he seemed to be a civil servant, but he had no hat, disheveled hair, his eyes were attracted by others, and his other hand pressed the long sword at his waist. His posture was extremely majestic and looked like a military officer.

I was so clumsy that I really couldn't see what kind of existence this was.

Below the statue, the altars are arranged like steps, almost filling the entire ancestral hall, so that the only thing that can be settled in the ancestral hall is a narrow area in front of the door. The altars are filled with dense spiritual sacred places, which are hard to stop at a glance!

"This is probably the last statue of the Saint Martial Heavenly Official in the world, right?"

Zhang Daoxuan looked solemn, and bowed to the statue in the middle again and again, sighing sadly: "The incense is so cold, it shouldn't be so cold!"

"You are probably the last person in this world who dares to call him Shengwu?"

My dad looked at Zhang Daoxuan with a smile and said, "Actually there is nothing to do. This is a chaotic world. It is too extravagant to talk about right or wrong. This statue is here, which is just a last thought of us lonely ghosts!"

After saying that, my father shook his head. Although he was still laughing, he already had a bit of silence. He held my hand and knelt down on the cushion very seriously. After kowtowed three respectfully, he stood up and said to me: "Jingzhe, I didn't bring you here before because you couldn't change anything. I brought you here today because it's necessary for you to get to know us again!"

Speaking of this, my father pointed at the statue, which was quite disrespectful, but his words were very excited: "Remember, we worshiped not the Jade Emperor or the Buddha of the Western Heaven, but the one in front of us, whose surname is Wei, and we are our ancestor. In his time, the ritual official was not a puppet that looked at the time, nor was it a Yin-Yang Master who chose to be the tombs of Feng Shui. At that time, people called the ritual official the heavenly official, the priest, the celestial official, the saint master, the saint master! Therefore, our ancestor, people called him the saintly martial heavenly official, and some called him the demon-suppressing heavenly master. Of course, the most common ones people called the saintly master of humanity!"

My dad almost shouted out these titles, which were deafening.

I was also a little dizzy, but I felt a sense of passion. These names were bigger than the other and were so domineering.

According to my father, the age of my ancestor's existence is no longer in the current traceable history. It is so long that he can't even explain it clearly...

“Is it reliable?”

Zhang Xinya muttered: "The thing that is confirmed to be traceable is that in the Shang Dynasty, the Xiadu that has gone forward has no exact archaeological evidence. To put it bluntly, the Xiadu may not exist. It is a legendary level ahead, and it is so mysterious..."

However, before she finished speaking, Zhang Daoxuan glared at her. She stuck out her tongue and didn't dare to say anything again.

But these words really touched my heart. My father used to tell me that my ancestors were ritual officials and was quite credible. Now they go further and further, and it sounds quite impressive. As for credibility, because this involves my own family, I can only say... it's hard to say, it's very complicated inside...

"Legendary, the Heavenly Official Blade...is left by the Heavenly Official of the Holy Wu!"

My father tried hard to give some evidence to prove his words, but when he said that, he was a little scared and could only add the word "Legend". He probably felt that he couldn't hold back his face, so he glared at me fiercely, and then touched the pig-killing knife that was blocked on his waist. The warning was obvious, so what else could I say? Of course, he looked like a crazy believer with a face full of faith and admiration...

"Don't interrupt!"

Finally, my dad summed up this, stroked a spiritual position in front of the altar, and whispered: "This is my grandfather's spiritual position. Do you know how he died? At night, a little ghost climbed on his back and covered his eyes and fell into a ditch and fell to death..."

"There is also this spiritual position. This is my grandfather's grandfather. He was overwhelmed by a ghost, but there was no good way to save himself. Fortunately, he was quite strong and occasionally when he was awake in that situation, he told his family that the ghost should be beaten and he had to be beaten. In fact, I don't know where I heard the wild path. But he was not lucky and met a young man and took a blow... He was..."

"And this spiritual position... This is probably... your distant ancestor? He was pulled into the cesspool by a fierce ghost when he was going to the toilet. It was in the summer again. The cesspool was so clear that he was too old and didn't climb up..."

“…”

My father, as if he had known it, briefly talked about the lives of ancestors in spiritual positions one by one.

As for my feelings, I still say the same thing - it's hard to say, it's very complicated inside...

"etc!"

Zhang Xinya probably couldn't hold it in anymore. She ignored her uncle's warning and hurriedly interrupted: "Why do every generation die at the hands of ghosts and monsters?"

"If you lose your ability, you don't want to give up your ancestors' business. If you force yourself to make a move, you can only end up like this."

My dad shook his head and felt a little bitter: "This is what I want to say. Our ancestors are so powerful, why are the descendants so unbearable?"

I looked at my dad, and when I talked about this, he seemed a little anxious. He paced back and forth in the altar, and stopped for a while, his eyes wandered in a large number of spiritual positions, and finally pointed directly at one of them and said, "Because we lost things, and it began to decline from the age of this ancestor, and then everyone became obscured!"

My dad was in a low mood and had no choice but to tell me some unknown secrets.

The reason why the ritual officer fell to this point was because he lost two things!

The same is called the Tianshi Blade, which is the weapon of the ritual official, and the same is called the Earth Spirit Pearl, which is the power of the ritual official!

With these two things, the ritual officials can fight against those ghosts and monsters. Many of the methods mentioned in the "Wan Burial Sutra" are useful, otherwise it will be a decoration!

Needless to say, the Tianshi Blade is just that black fire stick, passed down from the ancestral world.

And the Earth Spirit Pearl is the top priority!

Ghosts are powerful because of their sun and essence, and moonlight, and are violent because of their resentment, filth, evil and hatred. After all, the ritual officials are physical mortals. If they want to fight with these things, they naturally need strength.

My dad’s tragedy that has been passed down from generation to generation shows that the power of the ritual officer comes from the dragon vein.

The dragon vein is the earth vein. It is said that the dragon vein forms a hole, and the power condenses the beads, and the most powerful one is. The beads formed are called the earth spirit beads!

The ritual official is well versed in the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams and is well versed in Feng Shui and Ge. So the ritual official picks the earth spirit beads and burys them in his body. In this way, he can borrow the power of the earth spirit beads and cooperate with the Tianshi Blade, which is quite domineering!

"This ancestor was born in the Five Barbarians Invading China."

My father pointed to the blank spiritual position and sighed: "In the troubled times, demons and monsters are rampant. It is said that this ancestor is very powerful. Unfortunately, human power is sometimes poor, and it is still difficult to stop the torrent. The Tianshi Blade is also lost. Even he himself has no name or surname. Only a baby boy who is still in cradle and a lot of scriptures are taken away by his servants, otherwise our lineage will be finished at that time.

The Five Barbarians invaded China and moved south. Since that historical event, the dragon veins collapsed. The separated dragon veins are all small tributaries, and it is difficult to form caves and beads. Our ritual officials have no chance to pick the earth spirit beads. Some people say that the dragon veins may have become beads again during the prosperous Tang Dynasty and the Ming Dynasty, but for more than 700 years, the Tang and Ming Dynasty people have been running around for many generations, and they have never been able to find the earth spirit beads.

Our lineage has slowly become a charlatan..."

"It's really a pity..."

Zhang Xinya said embarrassedly: "But what does these things have to do with Wei Jingzhe? I think it's urgent to save his life first!"

I stroked the Tianshi Blade in my hand, touched my lower abdomen, and there was a vague guess in my heart.

Sure enough, my dad then said, "Of course it's related. Whether it's the Yumin you mentioned or the so-called ghost makeup, it's all related to the loss of the Tianshi Blade!!"

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(End of this chapter)
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