Chapter 1200: Fallen descendants conquer Feng Shui master 30
"Great? Why did you say that?"
Zong Yujing asked Shu Ange a little curiously, she gave him a thumbs up and said seriously: "For hundreds of years, the last one who successfully formed pills at a young age was Ning from Yuqingmen. Patriarch Wuji. At that time, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was abundant, and cultivation was much easier than it is now."
"Not yet born, success or failure is still unknown, Senior Ning is the real amazing talent."
"Fellow Daoist Zong, don't be humble. I believe you will succeed in forming a baby. Let's go up the mountain together."
When it comes to going up the mountain, Shu Ange's expression is a little more cautious, people in the evil way will never give up, especially Ning Zhanli.
As a traitor to the Yuqing Sect, Ning Zhanli is also a direct descendant of the Ning family, and he understands the inheritance of the ancestors very well.
What's more important is that Ning Zhanli and the original owner are related by blood, and Longhu Mountain has a great formation to protect the mountain, which can isolate her breath.
But after going down the mountain, it was very difficult for Shu Ange to completely hide his whereabouts and avoid Ning Zhanli, because he could find her by blood.
The Mantou Mountain in winter is cold and desolate, withered and yellow grass swaying in the wind, and a white hat like snow covers the top of the mountain in the distance.
The weather is cold and clear, and no one will go up the mountain at this time.
Shu Ange and Zong Yujing walked all the way, and finally reached the ruined and desolate Yuqing Temple.
The plaque was covered with a thick layer of dust. Shu Ange pushed open the dilapidated door, looked at the cobwebbed room, and the faded statue, remembering the situation when she first entered this plane.
She woke up from the futon in front of the statue with her head smashed. Thinking of this, Shu Ange looked at Zong Yujing and said with emotion, "Fellow Daoist Zong, do you remember the wound on my head? Qingguan was smashed by tiles."
"Remember, but how did you get hurt by the tile?"
Shu Ange pursed his lips and smiled, knelt on the futon, and kowtowed to the statues of gods and patriarchs. Then he looked at Zong Yujing and replied, "It may be that patriarchs specially reminded me that it is dangerous to stay here, so Hit me with tiles."
Her speculation actually made sense. The original owner was very weak at the time, and if he was caught by the bad guys, the consequences would be unimaginable.
For Ning Haoxue, it was the safest choice for Ning Haoxue to leave after the original owner was injured.
After worshipping the patriarch and the **** statue, Shu Ange stood up, her expression became a little serious, she turned around and held Zong Yujing's hand, and used her divine sense to transmit to him.
"Fellow Daoist Zong, I'm going to take the first step to start the inheritance of the patriarch. You are protecting the Dharma for me, and you must pay attention to safety. I suspect that people in the evil way will take advantage of the fire and seize the inheritance of the patriarch."
"Okay, don't worry."
Zong Yujing also used his divine sense to reply, Shu Ange let go of his hand and sat down on the futon again.
The cold air was blowing the old yellow curtains. Shu Ange first used a dust removal technique to clean the ground in front of him, then bit his fingers, closed his eyes and began to draw some strange symbols on the floor in front of him.
Every symbol looks odd, like ancient writing and runes.
The blood filled the air, Zong Yujing looked at Shu Ange worriedly, and clenched the purple jade flute in his hand.
The blood from biting his finger was far from enough to draw a talisman. Shu Ange forced the blood to his fingertips, endured the pain, and finished drawing the secret spell that started the inheritance little by little.
Just when all the inscriptions were finished, only a rumbling sound was heard, and the two statues suddenly sank, and a primitive stone gate hidden underground appeared in front of the two of them.
Shu Ange breathed a sigh of relief, stood up with a pale face, and glanced back at Zong Yujing: "Fellow Daoist Zong, let's enter Shimen first."
"OK."
Zong Yujing was not surprised, nor did he show a look of fear. He protected Shu Ange in front of him and was ready to do it at any time.
There was a groove on the stone gate. Shu Ange first cut his wrist and painted the thin groove with blood. After the groove became larger, he pulled out the Yuqing sword and placed it in the groove.
The door opened, and a dazzling light shot out from the door. The strange thing was that Shu Ange and Zong Yujing didn't find it dazzling.
This is a colorful door of light. When Shu Ange was about to step in, Zong Yujing suddenly held her hand.
"Let's go in together."
The two of them had just stepped into the door with one foot, when two black shadows suddenly rushed in front of them at high speed.
"Hahaha, the inheritance is mine, and I will definitely get it!"
"No, there is an ambush, we must get ahead of the other party to get the inheritance."
Shu Ange took Zong Yujing's hand and entered the gate of light without hesitation.
After entering the door, Shu Ange's hand was suddenly empty. She looked around and found that Zong Yujing was no longer by her side. She was standing in a spooky stone tomb.
Why did she come to the tomb?
Because the original owner did not successfully open the inheritance, Shu Ange's memory did not reveal what would happen after the door of inheritance was opened.
Shu Ange looked around vigilantly, and after analyzing various guesses, came to a reliable conclusion.
The grandfather can be called a talented person in the world. He cherishes the world, abides by justice, and even has requirements for the character of future generations who will start the inheritance.
Such a person will never let his inheritance easily fall into the hands of those with bad intentions.
Therefore, the grandfather will definitely set up certain tests, maybe one level, maybe three, a little harder or more.
After thinking about this, Shu Ange felt less nervous and more confident.
She walked to the platform in the middle of the stone tomb and found a brocade box on the stone table with a sentence engraved on it.
"Only those who do not kill innocent people indiscriminately and do not associate with demons can open this box."
Shu Ange opened the box without hesitation, and took out the jade slip that was inside.
Is this the inheritance left by the ancestors?
Shu Ange penetrated the divine sense into the jade slip, only to feel a powerful attraction coming from the jade slip, sucking her in, she didn't even have time to react.
After regaining her senses, Shu Ange found that she was wearing a goose-yellow Luo skirt and holding a fan in her hand, standing on the street where people came and went.
Shu Ange, who is familiar with history, can see at a glance that this is the street of Ning Wuji's era.
Why did the patriarch send her here, Shu Ange was wondering, the noisy street suddenly boiled like hot water falling into boiling oil.
"King Liang is on the street, everyone, run away."
I don't know who called such a person, the pedestrians on the street were chaotic, and the hawkers were busy closing their stalls.
Shu Ange looked at the chaotic pedestrians, and decided to find a place to hide first. She hid in the alley, quietly observing the situation outside, and at the same time observing her own state.
It's very bad, she doesn't have a trace of spiritual energy in her body now, and she is no different from ordinary people.
Fortunately, this body is still strong, Shu Ange reached out and touched the golden hairpin on his head, feeling a little more secure in his heart.