Chapter 1058 Ghost and God Spirit Map

Chapter 1058 Ghost and God Spirit Map

Ancestor of the Wang family? The ancestor of the Wang family in the mythical era? Meng Qi's pupils shrank slightly, feeling inexplicably horrified.

Although the Wang family deliberately conceals it, and ancient events often involve secrecy, and have been erased or sealed in the long history by big figures, and his legend is often unclear, the most basic situation is still known to everyone.

He obtained Luo Shu, understood the principles of heaven, and created the Suan Jing, which is comparable to the "Fuhuang Bagua"; he exhausted all the secrets of heaven and established an eternal foundation; he is at least a legendary power, and even more powerful!

And such a person with great supernatural powers actually let out such a shrill and terrifying scream before he died, which echoed for eternity and was difficult to completely eliminate?

What exactly did he encounter before he passed away? What did you see?

What is even more frightening is that such an encounter is not accidental. Every ancestor of the Wang family, as long as they have attained the Dharmakaya, will scream like this before sitting down. Could it be that the Suan Jing is too overbearing, and the backlash of heaven has turned into a curse and has penetrated deeply. In this technique, as long as you practice it, you will either die young at fifty or not die well?

For some reason, the words "Not a good death" always lingered in Meng Qi's mind, scarlet and ferocious.

Doubts, horror, and other emotions in his heart were like blisters, and they kept coming up. He subconsciously wanted to ask questions, but he thought that it involved the secrets of the Wang family, and it was the ancestral hall of the Wang family. It was impossible for an outsider like him to go find out, so he forcibly restrained himself. After thinking about it, he looked at the frightened He Xiang and said with a smile: "Since it is a common thing, why be afraid?"

He Xiang pouted: "You don't understand, that girl will be scared even if she hears it ten thousand times."

Meng Qi smiled and was about to go back to the room when a sudden idea flashed in his mind: Wang Siyuan has always been a "magic stick". He didn't say everything but meant what he said. Did he have other meanings in asking him to stay tonight and talk tomorrow?

Knowing that there would be obsessive screams coming from the ancestral hall in the middle of the night, he arranged himself in the nearby Tianji Tower instead of the guest house far away. With the Jiangdong Wang family's eternal management and the grand layout of the ancestral house, the whole world It's hard to think twice. If you live a little further away, with layers of forbidden laws weakening you, you won't be able to notice it unless you intentionally eavesdrop.

In other words, he let himself stay in Tianji Tower just so that he could hear the screams.

And what is the purpose of letting yourself hear the screams?

Thinking of this section, Meng Qi turned back and looked at He Xiang: "I admire all the ancestors of the Wang family. Now that I have the opportunity to come here, I want to offer a stick of incense. I wonder if I have the opportunity now?"

This kind of request is unreasonable. Not to mention that the powerful Wang family has many deceased members. For any family, the ancestral hall is a top priority. It is mainly open to family members. If outsiders really have a reason, they may bring incense and pay tribute as appropriate. But this must have been during the day. I have never heard of anyone going to someone else's ancestral temple in the middle of the night. Moreover, he didn't tell the head of the family, but only to a maid.

However, He Xiang showed a smile: "Master Su has such admiration for my ancestors of the Wang family. The whole Wang family is very happy. My little maid will take you to the ancestral hall to offer incense."

Sure enough... Meng Qi secretly thought to himself, without saying a word, he followed Hexiang down to the Tianji Building, passed the pen washing pool, walked through the pine trees, and arrived at the solemn and solemn ancient building.

The door of Wang's ancestral hall was closed. Two guards in black armor were guarding the door. Only a pair of eyes were exposed. Their auras were covered by the armor, but their eyes were as dark as ink, as if the secrets of heaven had been hidden in them. Extraordinary.

"The Wang family of Jiangdong is really profound, and there are countless secretly powerful people who don't travel around the world..." Meng Qi nodded secretly, watching He Xiang take out the token and open the door.

The ancestors of the Wang family at least said that they must have one or more caves, and there must be no shortage of opportunities for training. Whether they travel in the world or not will not hinder the promotion of their children.

What is the foundation for building a family forever? This is!

Walking into the ancestral hall, Meng Qi suddenly felt a chill, as if he had stepped into a mausoleum that had been built for many years. There were many long tables in the hall in front of him, and the tables were filled with black-bottom tablets, densely packed with names and taboos, as if they were a Both eyes were looking at him, which was inexplicably scary.

The Jiangdong Wang family has been in the family for at least 200,000 years. Even though they lived a long life in ancient times, they still have many ancestors accumulated today. Those who have achieved Dharmakaya and those who have not achieved Dharmakaya are all here, forming a forest of tablets!

Directly in front is the most empty area. There is only a tablet on the incense table. It is rich in black and has solemn gold characters. It has a few big words: "The ancestor of the Wang family."

What about names? Could it be that his name is so ominous that even the Wang family dare not mention it? Meng Qi frowned and looked carefully. His eyes were suddenly attracted by those golden characters, and then he felt that they were getting bigger and bigger. Everything around him was blurred, and time and space changed.

In an instant, Meng Qi found himself in front of a tomb mountain. The mountain was dark and full of cliffs, and many caves were dug out on each cliff. There were coffins of bronze or black wood. In front are the tablets we saw just now.

There is only one road leading to the top of this cemetery. There are coffins and memorial tablets on both sides of the road. There is an ancient bronze coffin on the top of the mountain that gives people an extremely heavy feeling. It is tied with nine purple and black chains and stands quietly. Above it is a tablet that is as black as the night sky, with the seal script "Ancestor of the Wang family" written in gold.

Nine purple and black chains stretched into the tomb and seemed to spread to the core of the earth, connecting themselves to the world.

"The ancestral hall of the Wang family is a cave of the Wang family. It's sad that ancestors of all generations can be buried..." Meng Qi understood something, but he still frowned slightly. This arrangement seemed to suppress the ancient bronze coffin?

The backlash suffered by the ancestor of the Wang clan was so terrible that even if he died, it would still be extended to future generations. If it was not suppressed, the clan would even be wiped out directly?

At this time, there was a red lantern in Hexiang's hand. The candlelight inside was flickering, illuminating the surroundings, but it made the "ancestral hall" even more gloomy.

"Don't Master Su want to offer incense?" He Xiang asked with a smile.

Meng Qi didn't know what Wang Siyuan had in mind, so he nodded gently and followed He Xiang on the mountain road, climbing slowly.

The coffins on both sides were like a forest, giving people a strong sense of oppression. The screams echoed occasionally, making it even more terrifying.

At this moment, Meng Qi's ears twitched and he heard a tooth-aching creaking sound coming from a black wooden coffin next to him. It seemed like someone was scratching the lid inside!

Meng Qi immediately paused, holding the sword in his right hand, and felt shocked. Could it be that screaming before he died was not enough, but after death he turned into a ferocious undead monster?

Zazaza!

The lid of the coffin was opened little by little, Meng Qi looked solemn, and stood in front of He Xiang, whose legs were weak with fear, and was about to pull out the sword.

Cough cough cough! Suddenly, a familiar coughing sound came from inside the coffin.

Meng Qi's expression suddenly became strange. He saw a thin white figure struggling to get up, with a sickly blush on his cheeks. He was so weak that he seemed ready to fall back into the coffin at any time. He was clearly the eldest prince, Wang Siyuan!

"Why is Mr. Wang so pretentious?" Meng Qi laughed, and the little girl He Xiang almost fainted from fright.

Wang Siyuan came out and said with a slight smile: "I picked this coffin for myself, what do you think?"

"It's not bad..." Meng Qi said casually, and added in a coquettish way, "It's more elegant to use bronze."

"Fan?" Wang Siyuan waved his hand to Hexiang to retreat from the graveyard, and then walked forward slowly without saying a word.

Meng Qi didn't say anything, waiting for the magic stick to speak. The two of them were silent all the way, walking side by side to the top of the peak, and stopped in front of the bronze coffin of the founder of the Wang clan.

Only then did Meng Qi discover a roll of dark pictures in front of the coffin, which was tightly tied with a thin golden rope.

"Pictures of the True Spirits of Ghosts and Gods." Wang Siyuan's voice was erratic and gloomy, like a ghost, "The ancient heaven fell, and the list of gods became empty again. One by one, the true spirits entered and achieved the status of gods, and they escaped. There are still relatives and friends who have relied on help to rebuild the Dharmakaya. Ahem, those who are alone are extremely miserable. Their divine power comes from the list of gods and from heaven. Once they lose it, they can only become lonely ghosts. My ancestor took pity on them and refined this scroll to contain them..."

The matter of the list of gods? Meng Qi really wanted to say that he had just seen the real list of gods.

It's a pity that Uncle Xiao Bai was very curious after he came to the real world and wandered around on his way from Langya to Jiangdong. Otherwise, Wang Dashun would have been shocked if the magic whip was here.

Wang Siyuan took a long breath before recovering: "Unfortunately, the scroll mysteriously disappeared the night they re-entered the True Spirit Map, and it suddenly reappeared more than twenty days ago."

This... Meng Qi took a breath.

Is the recurrence of Wang Siyuan's old illness related to this?

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

This is the coffin of the ancestor of the Wang family!

Wang Dashun is pretending to be a ghost again? Meng Qi looked at Wang Siyuan in shock.

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

There was no smile in his eyes, only madness!