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Chapter 1057 Ghosts and Gods True Spirit Map

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    The ancestors of the Wang family?  The ancestor of the royal family in the age of mythology?  Meng Qi's pupils contracted slightly, inexplicably terrified.

    Although the Wang family intentionally concealed it, and the ancient affairs involved many secrets, and were either erased or sealed in the long river of history by the big figures. His legends are often vague, but the most basic situation is still known to the world.

    He obtained Luoshu, understood the principles of heaven, and created the "Suanjing" comparable to "Fuhuang Bagua"; he exhausted all the secrets and established an eternal foundation; he is at least a legendary power, and even stronger!

    And such a great man with supernatural powers actually uttered such a horrifying scream before dying, echoing through the ages, and it is difficult to completely eliminate it?

    What exactly did he encounter before sitting down?  What did you see?

    What's even more frightening is that this kind of encounter was not accidental. Every ancestor of the Wang family, as long as he had attained the dharmakaya, would utter a similar scream before sitting down.  In this technique, as long as one practices it, one will either die young at fifty or not die well?

    For some reason, the words "unlucky death" kept lingering in Meng Qi's mind, scarlet and ferocious.

    Feelings of doubt and horror in his heart were like blisters, and Gulu appeared continuously, and subconsciously wanted to ask, but he thought that it was related to the secrets of the Wang family, and there was the ancestral hall of the Wang family, so it was impossible for an outsider like himself to find out, so he forcibly restrained himself.  After thinking about it, looking at the trembling He Xiang, he smiled and said: "Since it is a common occurrence, why be afraid?"

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

    Meng Qi smiled, and was about to go back to his room, when a flash of inspiration suddenly came to his mind: Wang Siyuan has always been a "magic stick", and he doesn't talk too much, but he doesn't mean anything. Does he have other meanings in letting him stay overnight tonight and talk about it tomorrow?

    Knowing that there will be obsessive screams from the ancestral ancestral hall in the middle of the night, he arranges himself in the nearby Tianji Building instead of the guest courtyard far away.  It's hard to think about the second place, living a little farther away, with layers of forbidden laws weakened, unless I eavesdrop on purpose, I won't be able to notice it at all.

    In other words, he allowed himself to stay in the Tianji Building so that he could hear the screams.

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

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

    This kind of request is unreasonable, not to mention that there are many sloughs left by the powerful members of the Wang family. For any family, the ancestral ancestral hall is the most important thing, and it is mainly open to family members. If outsiders have a real reason, they may bring incense sticks as appropriate  But it must be during the day, and I have never heard of people going to other people's ancestral halls in the middle of the night, and they didn't tell the head of the family, but just a maid.

    However, He Xiang showed a smile: "Shangjiao Su respects my ancestors of the Wang family so much, and the entire Wang family is delighted. My servant girl will take you to the ancestor's ancestral hall to offer incense."

    Sure enoughMeng Qi thought to himself, said nothing more, followed He Xiang down the Tianji Building, passed the pen washing pool, passed through the pines and pine trees, and arrived at the solemn and solemn ancient building.

    The gate of the ancestral hall of the Wang family was closed. Two guards in black armor were guarding the gate, with only one pair of eyes exposed. Their aura was covered by the armor, but those eyes were as black as ink, as if the secrets of heaven had been hidden in it.  extraordinary.

    "The Jiangdong Wang Clan really has a profound background, and there are countless hidden strong men who don't walk the rivers and lakes" Meng Qi nodded secretly, watching He Xiang took out the token and opened the door.

    The ancestors of the Wang family at least said that they must have one or even more caves, and there must be no lack of opportunities to sharpen, and whether they walk in the rivers or lakes will not hinder the promotion of their children.

    What is the heritage of establishing a family through the ages?  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-bottomed tablets, densely packed with names and taboos written on them, as if a  Both eyes were looking at him, inexplicably frightening.

    The Jiangdong Wang family has been established for at least 200,000 years. Even if they lived long in ancient times, they have accumulated countless ancestors. Both those who have achieved Dharma bodies and those who have not achieved Dharma bodies are here, forming a forest of tablets!

    And the front is the most open area. There is only one tablet on the incense table, which is black and rich, with solemn gold characters. There are several large characters written on it: "The ancestor of the Wang family".

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

      In an instant, Meng Qi found himself in front of a cemetery. The mountain was pitch black and full of cliffs, and many caves were dug out of each cliff, and there was a coffin of bronze or black wood.  In front of the coffin are the tablets that were seen just now.

    This cemetery has only one road leading to the top of the mountain. On both sides of the road are coffins and memorial tablets. On the top of the mountain, there is an ancient bronze coffin that feels extremely heavy. It is bound by nine purple-black chains and stands quietly.  On the top is a black tablet that looks like the night sky, and the seal script of "the ancestor of the Wang family's family" is written in gold letters.

    Nine purple and black chains stretched into the cemetery, seeming to spread to the core of the earth, connecting itself with this world.

    "The ancestral hall of the Wang family's ancestors is a cave in the Wang family. It's a pity that the ancestors of the past generations can be buried" Meng Qi realized something, but his brows were still slightly frowned. This arrangement seems to be suppressing the ancient bronze coffin?

    The backlash suffered by the ancestor of the Wang clan was so terrible that even if he himself died, it would continue to the descendants. If it is not suppressed, the family will even be wiped out directly?

    At this time, He Xiang had a red lantern in his hand, and the candle inside flickered, illuminating the surroundings, but it made this "ancestral hall" even more gloomy.

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

    Meng Qi didn't know what Wang Siyuan's plan was, he nodded slightly, followed He Xiang up the mountain road, and climbed slowly.

    The coffins on both sides are like forests, giving people a strong sense of oppression, and the screams reverberate from time to time, making them more terrifying.

    At this moment, Meng Qi moved his ears, and heard a creaking sound coming from a black wooden coffin next to him, which made his teeth ache. It seemed that someone was scratching the lid inside!

    Meng Qi stopped immediately, holding the Jue Dao in his right hand, his heart bursting with astonishment. Could it be that the screams before sitting down were not enough, and turned into a fierce undead monster after death?

    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 from fright, and was about to draw out the sword.

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

    Meng Qi's expression suddenly became weird. He saw a thin white figure struggling to get up, with sickly red cheeks, so weak that he seemed to be able to fall back into the coffin at any time, just like the eldest son Wang Siyuan!

    "Why does Mr. Wang pretend to be a ghost?" Meng Qi let out a hey, and the little girl He Xiang almost fainted from fright.

    Wang Siyuan came out, said with a faint smile, "This is the coffin I chose for myself, what do you think?"

    "It's not bad" Meng Qi said casually, and added meanly, "Bronze is more stylish."

    "Fan?" Wang Siyuan waved his hand to signal He Xiang to leave the grave, and then walked forward slowly without saying a word.

    Meng Qi didn't speak either, and waited for the magic stick to speak. The two of them were silent all the way, and walked side by side to the peak, and stopped in front of the bronze coffin of the ancestor of the Wang family.

    Until then, Meng Qi discovered that there was a roll of pitch-black paintings in front of the coffin, which was tightly tied up with a thin golden rope.

    "Picture of ghosts and gods and true spirits." Wang Siyuan's voice was erratic and gloomy, like ghosts, "The ancient heavens fell, and the list of gods returned to blank. One after another, the gods who became gods came out of trouble.  Ahem, those who are alone are extremely miserable, their divine power comes from the list of gods and comes from the heaven, once lost, they can only become lonely ghosts, the ancestors took pity on them, and refined this picture scroll to accommodate 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 after Master Xiaobai came to the real world, he was so curious that he wandered around on the way from Langya to Jiangdong, otherwise Wang Dashenzhu would be surprised if he hit the magic whip here.

    Wang Siyuan recovered after panting for a long time: "Unfortunately, the night they re-entered the True Spirit Map, this scroll disappeared mysteriously, and it suddenly reappeared more than 20 days ago."

    This Meng Qi took a light breath.

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

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

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

    Wang Dashen's stick pretending to be a ghost again?  Meng Qi looked at Wang Siyuan in astonishment.

    Wang Siyuan said with a half smile but not a smile: "I just let you get used to it."

    There is no smile in his eyes, only madness!  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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