Mr. Xie, please respect yourself! I am your grandfather's ancestor.

[I'm starting a new book again. I still say the same thing. The whole text is fictional and imaginary. There is no live broadcast and no school. It is set up to serve the plot. Don't argue with me. If you argue with me, you are right!

Thank you for your support, I read novels for fun, I hope you enjoy reading, I love you! Without further ado, turn in your brains and let's start reading. 】 Hmm?

Why is it so dark?

Si Tong blinked hard, but everything in front of him was dark and he could not see anything.

She moved her body.

Ok?

Why can't she move?

Si Tong was a little confused. Was her body being controlled?

No, she just entered a deep state of meditation, could she be possessed?

Si Tong frowned. This was not acceptable. How could she, the first abbot of Xuan Yue Temple, become possessed? If people from other Taoist temples and sects knew about this, they would surely laugh their heads off!

Humph, watch me.

She mobilized her own spiritual power to break free from the restraints, but at this moment several voices were heard.

Si Tong restrained his spiritual power in time.

When I listened carefully, I heard the voices of four people talking.

"Xie Senior Brother, the Taoist temple should be renovated. I just saw that some tiles on the side room have fallen off."

"Well, I have sent a message to Jun Yan, asking him to arrange for someone to come over and repair the golden statue of the ancestor."

"Master said that the body of our Xuanyue Temple's ancestor is inside this golden statue. When he passed away, he repeatedly warned us not to make any mistakes."

"Brothers, why don't we take the golden statue of our ancestor home to worship it? This way we don't have to worry about it all the time."

“Junior Brother Lu, the golden statue of the ancestor must be in the temple, because when the ancestor passed away a thousand years ago, it took the merits and virtues of 1,800 disciples of Xuanyue Temple and ten years of cultivation to preserve the ancestor’s body intact to this day. There is a formation at the bottom of the golden statue, so you must not move it without permission, otherwise the consequences will be disastrous!”

"Then what do you think we should do, Senior Brother Zhan? Not to mention that the spiritual energy is getting thinner and thinner in this era, let's just say that this formation has been gone for almost a thousand years. Who knows when it will completely disappear. What will we do with the golden statue of the ancestor then?"

Although the four people spoke in muffled voices, it did not affect Si Tong's ability to hear everything clearly.

The golden statue of the ancestor?

The spiritual energy is becoming thinner and thinner?

Almost a thousand years have passed since the formation was set up with the merits of all the disciples of Xuanyue Temple and their ten years of cultivation!

Si Tong's breathing became more and more rapid.

She closed her eyes and tried to comfort herself.

Don't be angry, don't be angry. They are all her disciples. They are just a little dumb and stupid. They think they are dead when they are in meditation. It's okay. She is not angry at all!

I just don't know which of my apprentices this is. They are so "smart" that he can't even tell whether she is in a trance or dead!

However, although a thousand years have passed, the tomb should still be there.

Since you are all so filial, I will go and see you later!

"Click."

"Crack, crack." Si Tong's fist clenched unconsciously.

Mr. Xie, who was lighting incense, was stunned.

"Brothers, did you hear any sound?"

Mr. Lu shook the three incense sticks in his hand and said, "What's that sound? Senior Brother Zhan, did you hear it?"

Mr. Zhan shook his head.

Mr. Xie turned his head and looked at Mr. Bai, and Mr. Bai looked at him.

It was obvious that Mr. Bai had heard the strange noise just like him.

Before the two could say anything, Mr. Lu had already taken the lead in raising incense and kneeling down, "Grandmaster, I, Lu Heng, the 108th generation disciple of Xuanyue Temple, have come to burn incense for you today. If you are still alive, please give me some hints. If the formation really disappears one day, how should we properly deal with your body?"

Grandpa Zhan reminded: "Brother Lu, the ancestor has been in the air for thousands of years. If he had sensed it, he would have already..."

Click... click...

Mr. Zhan paused, and the four of them looked up at the same time in the direction where the voice came from - the golden statue.

The four of them widened their eyes in disbelief and stared at the golden statue.

The golden statue of the ancestor...is broken!

"Lu Heng, you have such a bad mouth!" Mr. Bai, who was always the calmest, didn't even call him "junior brother" but directly called Lu Heng by his full name.

Several people came to worship but didn't bring any 'stuff' with them. What should we do?

Four of you, look at me and I look at you.

Well, even if I bring a magic weapon it will probably be of no use. That was a formation that was infused with spiritual power thousands of years ago. Now even the spiritual energy is pitifully scarce, not to mention the high-end stuff like spiritual power.

Therefore, with their abilities, they were simply unable to repair the formation.

Several people sighed heavily.

Alas! Xuanyue Temple was closed during their master's generation, but now they can't even keep the golden statue of their ancestor. How can they face their master and ancestors after they die?

The four old men who had once been powerful and influential in Jinghai City were now standing there at a loss, watching with shame as the golden statue of their ancestor dropped gold debris.

Suddenly, several people's pupils shrank, their mouths opened involuntarily at the same time, and they took a step back together. It was quite a tacit understanding.

Mr. Lu rubbed his eyes, pulled Mr. Bai next to him and asked, "Hmm? Am I seeing things, Senior Brother? Why is the old ancestor's body with its eyes open?"

Mr. Bai closed his sour mouth and was about to say that he saw it too, when he saw Mr. Lu slap his thigh hard and kneel down again.

"My poor ancestor, you didn't close your eyes when you passed away! Did you know that you would meditate in the Taoist temple?

It's all because of our disciples' failure to live up to expectations. What's the point of earning more money or having more power? Metaphysics is declining now, and the new generation of young people basically don't believe in these things. We really can't do anything about it!

Just close your eyes and rest in peace. Your disciples will definitely find you a place with the best feng shui in the back hills for you to rest in peace!"

As soon as Mr. Lu finished speaking, the "corpse" above closed its eyes.

When the three people standing saw this scene, they all silently gave Mr. Lu a thumbs up.

It turns out this works!

When Mr. Lu saw that the old ancestor's eyes were closed, he immediately fell to the ground and patted his chest, "Fortunately, I reacted quickly and kept talking. Otherwise, the old ancestor would have been so angry that he would have resurrected."

After saying that, he stood up from the ground, supporting himself with his left hand on the ground and holding on to the dragon-headed cane with his right hand.

Si Tong opened his eyes that were dazzled by the sudden sunlight and looked down at Lu Heng, "Who are you saying is pretending to be dead?"

Mr. Lu lowered his head and patted the dust off his knees. "Ancestor, what else could it be..."

The voice paused. Where did the woman's voice come from?

He raised his neck somewhat stiffly and looked towards the platform.

“Master, Master, Brothers, Senior Brothers, the ancestor, she really came back to life!”

Si Tong: “…” You are the one who pretended to be dead!

The others were already dumbfounded.

Lu Heng didn't see it, but they saw it. After the old ancestor's corpse closed his eyes, he raised his hand and rubbed his eyes after a moment, then knocked his arm with a fist, and stretched his legs.

Then he jumped down from the platform very lightly and landed steadily without any sound.

The most important thing is, who can tell them how old the ancestor is? Why does he look younger than their grandchildren?