My cultivation script went astray

The temple guardian was shocked. What kind of thing is this? If you don't steal the Dzi beads, it's just disturbing the ancestral mausoleum. Why do you want to steal the ashes? Stealing so much at once?

Looking at the incense burner as big as a stone lion, his head exploded. If there were so many ashes as he said, how many ancestors would be disturbed?

If those families knew about it, it would be easy for them to crush you to ashes!

"Wait a minute, what do you want? Those are the remains of our ancestors and are of no use to you, so don't mess around." The temple guardian persuaded while holding back his anger.

"I want to hold the pen in my hand." Chen Lang said.

"I can give you exercises, sect secrets, and scriptures handed down from ancient times. Those are the most valuable." The temple guard said, "What do you want this for? It's not a magic weapon, and it's useless to you."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Lang was about to dump the ashes.

"Exchange the incense burner together." said the temple guardian.

Chen Lang said nothing and poured out the Fengming Stove. White dust poured down, and at least one can was poured out.

The temple guard's beard trembled, which was okay. It will be enough to even it out when the time comes.

In his entire life, he had never encountered such an outrageous thing. He really wanted to know which genius taught this disciple. He even suspected that this person had a premeditated plan.

After a while of releasing the Dzi Bead, he stole the opportunity.

If the matter was no matter how minor, he would report it directly to the sect!

"Okay, but don't touch the rooftop viewing platform next to it. It's the place where messages are transmitted. Only you and I know what you do now. If you put the ashes back, our big thing will be reduced to a trivial matter. But if you spread the word, God All the families in the Sword Sect will not let you go," the temple guardian said.

"I know." Of course Chen Lang knew what he was doing. If he had no other choice, what would I do?

It's useless to send assassins to kill you, and it's useless to do it yourself. If I don't come to kill you, will you fight with their ancestors?

He just wanted to try it. If he could directly write his name on the ancestral tablet, it would be recognized by the system. At worst, it would be returned to him. It would not be a big deal.

"Here you go." The temple guard threw the stone pen over.

"Now you can return the ashes to me."

Chen Lang ignored him at all, put away the Fengming stove, held a stone pen, and came to the huge ancestral monument next to it.

The black long sword whistled softly, carrying him into the air. He came to the end of the name list, pressed the tip of his pen on the rock, and carved it with all his strength.

A sharp friction sound was heard, the tip of the pen slowly sank into the rock, dust fell, and Chen Lang carved his name crookedly on it.

But just after he finished writing, Chen Lang heard some tiny clicking sounds like ice. His handwriting became thinner and lighter, and finally disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Chen Lang turned around and looked at the temple guardian, "I'm going to pour out the ashes."

The temple guardian stood aside and just returned with a stone jar in his hand, "What the hell am I doing? You can't get recognition from the ancestral monument, but you blame me?"

Chen Lang finally understood why he handed over the things so easily. It turned out that he had something to rely on.

"Then you write it for me." Chen Lang said.

"I have already given you the stone pen." said the temple guardian.

"I'm going to pour out the ashes."

"Maybe you threatened me before you fell." The temple guard ignored it, and took a broom and dustpan from the corner, swept the pile of ashes into a pile and put them back into the jar.

Seeing this, Chen Lang turned back and continued carving, writing his name again, but the result was the same as last time.

The temple guardian put the stone jar back and stood under the ancestral monument and sneered, "It's useless. If you don't grab the Dzi beads, you'll just do some evil things."

"If I can grab it, do I need to do this?" Chen Lang responded.

"It's your own problem if you can't get it."

Chen Lang turned to look at him, "Then if I can get it, will you name it for me?"

"Of course. What's your name? Which family do you belong to?"

"Han Tianxiao, what family? Do you only recognize the family and not grandpa?"

"Turns out he is a minor outside cultivator." The temple guardian sneered, "I thought he had a big background and dared to do things that disobeyed our ancestors. It turns out he is an incompetent and angry boy. Just keep making trouble. I'll see who can save you after the trouble. ”

And at this time.

There are many monks on the grassland, each holding an ancestral weapon, and they are confronting each other.

The Murong family and Zhou Yuanxing have both successfully obtained their quotas and are away from the battlefield. The intensity of competition has weakened slightly, but the pressure is even greater because there are only ten quotas.

However, there are many strong people here with many ancestral weapons, such as the Qingguan family, the Zhong family, and the insidious and cunning Yan family, who are all powerful enemies.

"Everyone, please give in." Zhong Sheng smiled and held his hands in a warm gesture.

Then, his right wrist was covered with a metal ring, and his left hand held a blood-stained tooth. A mysterious shadow appeared behind him, like some kind of ancient monster.

All parties realized that this person was going to make an effort.

Behind the Zhong family is Zhong Haoran, and it is an ancient family. No one dares to underestimate him.

"The next one is mine." Yan Xue'e said.

"Stand aside." The silver-haired man Wuya held a Zen staff and ignored her. The battle just now had proved that her Xuantian Tu was not actually a big threat.

Finally, thunderclouds rolled in the sky, and a sound sounded, sacred and simple.

"Here it comes!" Everyone looked to the sky to observe where the Dzi Bead would appear at the next moment so that they could act in time.

Then, a sacred voice came from the sky:

"What are you looking at? There are no more Dzi beads. I declare that the ancestor worship is over. Go home."

…

After saying this to the rooftop viewing platform, Chen Lang turned to look at the temple guardian, "Since you won't give me a place on the heavenly list, I don't think it's okay to worship the ancestors."

Since I can't get the Heaven Ranking, you all can't get it.

Then, there was one more person here.

Zhou Yuanxing.

He had just snatched away the second Dzi Bead and was on his way here. Unexpectedly, he saw Chen Lang scribbling on the ancestral stele just after he arrived.

He suspected for a moment that he was dazzled until he saw the old man standing nearby, watching helplessly. He must be the temple guard.

The stone pen inscribed with the ancestral stele is in Chen Lang's hand.

"Chen Lang, what are you doing?" Zhou Yuanxing was shocked. He had just disappeared after a fierce battle, but he actually came here?

Chen Lang remembered his failure again and stopped trying when he saw someone coming. "It's nothing. I just want to announce to you that there is no need to carry out ancestor worship this time."

"Why?" Zhou Yuanxing was confused.

"Because there is no me."

This left Zhou Yuanxing speechless, "The ancestral temple is open to everyone, and everyone competes fairly. If you have that strength, your name will be on the ancestral monument, and no one will stop you."

He had fought against Chen Lang before and had a good impression of him, but it was wrong to torment everyone just because he couldn't get the Dzi Bead.

"I see that there are many people who are obstructing me." Chen Lang sneered, "Take away all the ancestral artifacts in your hands, and there is no need to talk about fairness."

Zhou Yuanxing was slightly stunned. He probably understood where Chen Lang's resentment lay. He shook his head and said, "We represent the family, and the ancestral weapons are also part of our strength. If you have any objections to this and feel that such a duel is inappropriate, you can report it to the Council of Elders." Submit a suggestion."

"well said."

Chen Lang said, "Forget it if you submit suggestions or something, but remember what you are saying now, the ancestral weapon is also part of the strength, so I will use the ancestral weapon now."