Haoyu Zhenxian

Chapter 57 Ancestors and Representatives

For six hundred years in the Chen family, Xunxian asked Zhen Haichang.

Fuge Mountain, the Great Hall of the Ancestors.

Around the main hall, there are towering ancient trees, shaded by green trees, red walls and yellow tiles, which are full of style.

The ground paved with fine white jade shines with a warm light.

In the distance, there seems to be an unreal palace shrouded in mist.

On the eaves carved from sandalwood wood, the real phoenix spreads its wings and is ready to fly.

At the end of a straight road, a huge square sinks slowly along with the jade steps.

Center of the square.

A straight pillar on the huge altar is carved with lifelike dragon patterns, facing away from the phoenix in the palace.

child time.

Hundreds of people gathered in the Ancestor Hall with solemn faces.

The sound of breathing was clearly audible, and no one dared to openly chat and laugh on such a solemn occasion.

Those who are qualified to stand here are all orthodox members of the Chen family.

Cultivators with foreign surnames such as Xue Yun and Yu Yuanliu can only wait outside the hall.

Of course, if Zeng Tingxuan, the first-class guest minister, with his qualifications and cultivation, he can also enter the ancestor hall to watch.

In the middle of the altar stood an eight-foot-tall human sculpture, and on the left and right stood a dozen or so purple jade tablets.

The kind old man depicted in the sculpture is Chen Xinyou, the founder of the Chen family.

Chen Xinyou died at the age of 230 and five years old, and his merits reached the foundation building Dzogchen.

Although he was born as a casual cultivator, he passed down a promising foundation.

The second-generation patriarch of the Chen family remembered his ancestor and made a dharma body for him for future generations to look up to.

As for the twenty or thirty purple jade tablets, they represent the foundation-building ancestors from the past.

If you don't break the foundation, you won't enter the ancestral hall.

This is one of Chen's family mottos.

In this regard, Chen Ping was noncommittal.

The Chen family is still too weak.

The Qianfazong of the previous life had to have at least the cultivation of the Golden Core Realm, and only after the death of the immortal can he be enshrined in the Black Stele of Longevity for future generations to worship.

However, the development and growth of a force does not happen overnight.

The background of the Chen family is still shallow, and there is no Tianjiao master who has gone out of the Yuandan realm.

For hundreds of years, it is not surprising that it has been under the Broken Star Gate.

Headed under the altar is a middle-aged Taoist with a handsome appearance and a nose like a gall.

This person is the current patriarch of the Chen family, Chen Tong, a master in the middle stage of foundation establishment.

The black-clothed female cultivator standing two steps away from him was Fourth Elder Chen Yiru.

Then in the third row were more than a dozen gray-haired, dying Qi training elders.

The deacons of the five halls are also listed in the Foreign Affairs Hall, the Law Enforcement Hall, the Hugong Hall, the Xingzhi Hall, and the Internal Affairs Hall.

Next, there are more than 100 ordinary direct descendants.

In the end, the most numerous are the collateral descendants.

"There are only two Foundation Establishments present. It seems that the Great Elder and the others should still be confronting the Meng family on Tengshan Island."

Looking around the hall from the corner of his eye, Chen Ping did not find Chen Xiangwen and others.

The family sacrifices in previous years were all presided over by Chen Xiangwen.

"Everyone!"

The patriarch Chen Tong glanced over everyone like lightning, and held his breath, he said: "My Chen family has established a clan for 620 years, and now there are five foundation-building monks and 27 Qi-training nine-level monks!"

"Jurisdiction of one second-level island and nineteen first-level islands! Prosperous and prosperous, the situation is thriving!"

"This is the great foundation that generations of ancestors have gone through and worked hard to get back!"

"I wait for the younger generation to take the ancestors as an example, to make great strides forward, and to go forward bravely!"

As usual, Chen Tong said some words of encouragement to the younger generation.

The blessings of spiritual consciousness are deliberately used in the characters, which invigorates the spirits of the low-level qi-training people and makes the crowd excited.

Chen Ping had no joys or sorrows, he had experienced too many storms, how could he be provoked so easily.

"Boy Ping, have you advanced to the eighth level of Qi training?"

Just when Chen Ping was secretly feeling bored, a pleasant voice reached his ears.

It was Chen Yiru who was transmitting the sound to him.

Chen Ping bowed slightly, and nodded affirmatively at her.

"You bastard, don't you know to inform this elder in advance?"

Chen Yiru's face pulled, and he said displeased.

She was indeed somewhat dissatisfied.

As the elder of the family, he put down his dignity and helped him many times, but this junior has no self-knowledge.

That's fine too!

She, Chen Yiru, was worthy of Chen An's deathbed entrustment.

No matter whether she wins or loses in this competition, she has decided to terminate this unilateral assistance.

Chen Ping scratched his nose in embarrassment, with an innocent expression on his face.

Of course, this was just for Chen Yiru to see.

Before establishing the foundation, he didn't want to get too involved with this woman.

The favor owed to her will always be repaid one day in the future.

Seeing that Chen Yiru was no longer paying attention to him, Chen Ping turned his neck, just in time to see his second uncle Chen Baishan also looking this way.

The latter gave him an encouraging look.

Chen Ping's heart skipped a beat. Only Xue Yun, Chen Baishan and his son knew that he had advanced to the eighth level of Qi training.

It seems that this second uncle still has a good view of the overall situation and did not spread this matter to the outside world.

Chen Ping nodded slightly, his impression of Chen Baishan improved a bit.

"Everyone follow me to sacrifice to the ancestor of our clan, Chen Xinyou!"

After one stick of incense, Chen Tong stopped his long speech and began to lead the tribe to pay homage to the ancestors.

Following Chen Tong and Chen Yiru, who were the leaders, knelt down on the knees, everyone also collapsed in darkness.

After three kneeling and nine kowtows, Chen Tong said again: "I will pay homage to our family's ancestors who built the foundation in the past!"

……

The Chen family's ancestor worship ceremony did not have too many red tapes, it only took more than an hour from the beginning to the end.

After Zishi, the ancestor worship ceremony ends.

"Everyone, survival of the fittest has always been the principle in the cultivation world."

"According to the ancestral rules, all branches of the direct line that have not been established again within the [-]th generation will have to participate in the competition to determine the family identity!"

"The lineage of the winner, the title of the direct line will last for a hundred years!"

"The loser will be reduced to a collateral!"

Chen Tong spoke softly, although the tone was not high, but his tone was tough, revealing an unquestionable majesty.

Natural selection, survival of the fittest.

Even the direct descendants of Chen Xinyou, the ancestor of the founding clan, became a collateral line more than 100 years ago because of the gradual decline.

There are three branches participating in the war in this generation.

Since more than ten years ago, the three major factions have already begun preparations.

"Junior Chen Xun has met the patriarch, the fourth elder."

"Junior Chen Dieyu pays respects to the patriarch and the fourth elder."

No need for Chen Tong to say much, Chen Xun and Chen Dieyu leaped almost at the same time, and stopped at the battle platform in the square.

Afterwards, most of the clan's eyes turned to Chen Baishan and his son.

It can be said that Chen Baishan's faction has had a bad time.

At this critical juncture that determines the fate of the branch, several members of the high-level qi training either died of death, or suffered tragic disasters.

If Chen An hadn't passed away, then he must be the candidate to join the battle.

But God's will is unpredictable, after losing Chen An, the backbone of the eighth level of Qi training, Chen Baishan has only one way to go.

That is to consume doubled resources to train new main players to participate in the war.

In the old year, Chen Baishan went around to raise money and exchanged it for a Qiyang Pill in the family treasury.

After taking it, Chen Hongjie successfully broke through the barrier of the eighth level of Qi training.

Not to mention that everyone knows about this matter, but most of the family members are clear about it.

Moreover, Chen Baishan has always declared to the outside world that the representative of his lineage will be his son Chen Hongjie.

Therefore, even Chen Tong looked over and raised his voice, "Hongjie, are you still playing?"

Hearing the patriarch's roll call suddenly, Chen Hongjie's face froze suddenly, he opened his mouth, hesitant to speak.

"Patriarch, the candidate for the battle is my nephew, Chen Ping!"

Chen Baishan quickly walked through the crowd, and bowed his hands respectfully to Chen Tong.

"What? Chen Ping?"

"Is it that Chen Ping who is a bit weird and withdrawn?"

"I remember that he is Chen An's son. It seems that it hasn't been long since he broke through the sixth level of Qi training?"

"Well, Boy Ping hides quite deeply!"

Chen Qiudong muttered.

The last time I had a chat with Chen Ping, this kid didn't reveal anything.

Chen Baishan's words startled everyone, as if a rolling thunder crashed into the calm lake, causing the Chen family members present to look sideways in amazement and talking a lot.

(End of this chapter)