Evil Master and Disciple

Amid the cheers of countless people, Ye Feng flew towards the west of Xingluo Peak with two large pieces of luggage on his back and a depressed look on his face.

The ancestral land of Yunhai. When Ye Feng was driven away from Luoxia Peak by Yun Shuang'er the day before yesterday, he passed by this place.

It was a green bamboo forest running east-west, about ten miles long from east to west and about three or four miles wide from north to south.

On the southern edge of the bamboo forest, there is a large, ancient house, which is the ancestral hall.

Ye Feng cursed as he flew.

He thought that if he practiced hard during this period, he might be able to participate in the Yunhai Sect's internal examination in a few months.

Now all my personal career plans are gone.

There are also possible dangers to be faced.

Just thinking about the forty taels of silver on me makes me feel like I’ve lost a lot.

After flying on the sword for a while, he arrived at the west side of Xingluo Peak. Ye Feng lowered his altitude and soon saw the ancestral hall he had seen last time.

Ye Feng fell directly from mid-air.

I have to say that the Yunhai Sect’s ancestral temple is really magnificent, and the surrounding environment is also very nice.

The ancestral hall is surrounded by flowers, plants and trees, and there is a well-maintained and flat open space in front of the gate.

The ground is paved with bluestone slabs.

A huge three-legged bronze tripod was placed at the door.

The bronze tripod was very tall. Ye Feng stood in front of it and could only look at it by craning his neck.

The bronze tripod is covered with rust and has many ancient reliefs and patterns. It is obviously an old cultural relic and definitely not the Xibei product from last week.

"What a huge bronze tripod! Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, was strong enough to lift a tripod, but he definitely wasn't lifting this big one!"

Ye Feng was deeply shocked by this huge bronze tripod.

I estimate it to be at least hundreds of thousands of kilograms.

I don't understand why such a huge statue is placed at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

The big tripod faces the gate of the ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall is not a large courtyard with three entrances and three exits, it is just a large house that looks very old.

The six doors are all very tall, with nine huge solid wooden pillars at the entrance. It is estimated that an adult man cannot hug each pillar. Judging from the quality, it should be golden nanmu.

The construction of the ancestral hall is very exquisite. The threshold is half a meter high, with blue bricks and golden tiles, hexagonal eaves, and an antique style.

Above the door rim, there is a large plaque with four large characters inscribed on it: "Yunhai Ancestral Temple".

There is also a couplet on the doorposts on both sides.

The first couplet is: The law is the Taoism, and the incense is prosperous in the ancestral hall.

The second line is: Fairy Gate in the Sea of ​​Clouds, there are many monks in front of Xingluo Peak.

There is a white lantern hanging on each side above the gate.

That lantern is really big, probably more than one meter long.

Ye Feng put away the magic sword, walked around the huge bronze tripod, and stretched his head to look into the ancestral hall.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge altar covered with a yellow cloth. On the altar stands a bronze incense burner with three huge dragon head incense sticks stuck on it.

There are also three fruit plates placed in front of the incense burner, which should be offerings.

Then Ye Feng saw many spirit tablets.

These memorial tablets are very exquisitely shaped, all painted red, and are quite large, with each one being sixty centimeters high.

There are many spirit tablets, placed in a stepped manner behind the altar. The top one is the most conspicuous and is golden in color. It should be the spirit tablet of the first generation ancestor of the Yunhai Sect.

On both sides of the ancestral hall, there are some wooden racks with many eternal lamps lit on them. Behind the eternal lamps, there are many spirit tablets placed in the form of stairs.

After all, the Yunhai Sect has a history of more than 4,000 years, and has been passed down for 27 generations to this day.

Even if there are only dozens of elders in each generation who are qualified to enter the ancestral hall and receive incense from later generations after their death, there will be thousands of spirit tablets after so many generations.

Although Ye Feng is now a cultivator at the Sky Control Realm, he is still frightened by the shrine’s heavy yin energy and dares not enter.

Just when I was about to shout if anyone was there.

Suddenly, a gloomy sound like the grinding of sand and stone came from behind.

"The ancestral hall is a restricted area, and you are not allowed to enter without permission."

Ye Feng was startled.

He actually jumped up.

Turning around, I saw an octogenarian with a haggard face and deep wrinkles standing not far behind me.

The old man was dressed in black and looked very ghostly. Even in broad daylight, Ye Feng only felt a chilling energy sweeping through his body.

The withered old man was still holding a broom in his hand. He looked at Ye Feng with his cloudy and lifeless eyes, like those of a dead person.

Then they began to clean up the fallen leaves on the open space in front of the ancestral hall.

Ye Feng patted his chest and said, "I'm so scared! I'm so scared! I'm Ye Feng, the eldest disciple of Master Yulong. Old man, are you the keeper of the ancestral hall?"

The old man said slowly: "Well, for many years, I have been the only one here. Mr. Ye, this is not the place for you to come. Please leave quickly."

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and said, "I want to, too, but I was sent by the head master to guard the tomb of Yunhai's ancestral land. The ancestral land is right next to the bamboo forest. You are the keeper of the temple, and I am the keeper of the tomb. We are neighbors."

The old man paused, seemed a little surprised, and looked up at Ye Feng again.

He said slowly, "What did you say? Since you are Master Yulong's eldest disciple, your status in the sect should be quite high. Why was you sent here by the Sect Master to guard the mausoleum?"

"The word 'send' is not quite accurate. I seem... to have made some small mistakes and was punished to come here." Ye Feng knew that this old man was the one who was assigned by his master to be the keeper of the temple last night.

Judging from the old man's decrepit appearance, he must have lived for many years, perhaps a reclusive master. Otherwise, the master wouldn't have specifically instructed us to come and help the old man with his cold legs if we were in danger.

Faced with an unknown master of this level, Ye Feng did not dare to hide anything and directly stated that he was punished to come here.

After all, if he really encountered any danger, he would have to rely on this old man to protect him.

"Oh……"

The old man uttered an "oh," and then seemed to be muttering to himself, "There hasn't been a tomb keeper for quite a few years. How long is it? Five hundred years... or eight hundred years..."

Ye Feng didn't hear the old man's words clearly, so he walked over and said, "Old senior, can I stay in the ancestral hall tonight? I'm only staying here for three months."

The old man shook his head and said, "No."

"Why? This ancestral hall is so spacious. I can just sleep on the floor in any corner. It won't take up much space!"

Ye Feng tried to persuade the old man.

The old man said slowly, "The Sect Leader punished you by sending you to guard the mausoleum in Yunhai's ancestral land, not to guard the ancestral temple. You should live in the bamboo forest."

"Don't be so stingy, I can help you with the work!"

"Master Ye, you should just do your job. There are over 4,000 tombs in the bamboo forest, and the tombstones from them will take you months to clean. Go away... and don't disturb me while I'm sweeping the floor."

Ye Feng smiled bitterly and had to sigh as he carried his luggage and walked towards the bamboo forest in the north.

Any sect attaches great importance to the ancestral temple or ancestral mausoleum. The Yunhai Sect is no exception. It has spent a lot of manpower and financial resources on the ancestral temple and ancestral mausoleum.

A quiet bluestone path leads directly to the bamboo forest.

As soon as I reached the edge of the bamboo forest, I could vaguely see many graves scattered in the depths of the bamboo forest, with black tombstones standing in front of each grave.

All the tombstones face the direction of Xingluo Peak in the east.

Ye Feng didn't even dare to enter the ancestral temple where the spirit tablets were enshrined, let alone the cemetery with more than 4,000 graves.

Standing at the edge of the bamboo forest, I felt that the temperature seemed to have dropped by several degrees.

Looking back, I could see the old man still sweeping fallen leaves about a hundred meters away.

Ye Feng didn't dare to leave because he was worried that the Discipline Institute would come to investigate.

However, Ye Feng still felt that being closer to the ancestral hall would provide some protection for his life and property.

The unknown murderer would not dare to kill people under the nose of this old senior.

"The three-month wilderness survival mission has officially begun!"

Ye Feng laughed at himself in his heart.

First, you have to build yourself a shelter that can protect you from wind and rain, and then you have to have a stable source of food.

As for cleaning the tombstones...

The head master only asked me to come to the Yunhai ancestral land for three months, but didn't ask me to do any work.

Ye Feng found a relatively flat area, put down his bag, and then started working with the Purple-Green Sword in hand.

An old man, who was sweeping fallen leaves, heard a rustling sound from the north. Turning his head, he saw a tall bamboo tree, more than ten feet tall, fall down with a loud noise.

The old man frowned.

Is this kid crazy? He's actually cutting down the bamboo in our ancestral land?

Before the old man could react, the second bamboo fell down with a rustling sound.

The old man watched quietly for a while, and did not try to stop Ye Feng from chopping trees. He just muttered to himself, "What an interesting young man."

Ye Feng used the Purple-Green Divine Sword to chop down more than a dozen bamboos in one breath.

Then start cutting the bamboos into certain lengths.

He planned to use these bamboos to build himself a quiet bamboo house in the mountains.

There are so many bamboos here anyway, so he doesn't mind cutting down as many as he wants.

He spent the entire morning building his own cozy wilderness cabin.

He didn't wipe any of the tombstones in the bamboo forest.

At noon, when I opened the bundle, I found that Ling'er had stuffed a lot of pancakes, steamed buns, and two strips of bacon into it.

She is truly my dear junior sister and is so nice to me.

After eating two pieces of pancakes, Ye Feng meditated and practiced for a while, mainly to heal his wounds and promote blood circulation and remove blood stasis.

After meditating for more than an hour, the pain in his injuries subsided, so Ye Feng continued to work.

The place he chose to build the hut was very good, and the straight-line distance from the ancestral temple was definitely no more than a hundred meters.

It did not go deep into the bamboo forest and was within the scope of the Yunhai ancestral land.

There is also a small stream winding behind it, so you won’t have to worry about water in the future.

After a day of hard work, Ye Feng's cabin has taken shape, with only the roof left. It should be completed with another day tomorrow.

At dusk, when Ye Feng was building a bamboo house, a cold female voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Ye Feng, what are you doing?"

"Are you blind? Can't you see I'm building a house?"

Suddenly, Ye Feng felt something was wrong. He turned around abruptly and saw a beautiful fairy in flowing white clothes standing behind him. Her beautiful face had a cold and aloof look, as if she was not of this world.

The long black hair cascades down her back like a black waterfall.

He was holding a snow-white sword in his hand.

"Shuang'er?"

Ye Feng was stunned for a while, finally came to his senses and said these two words.

Yun Shuang'er frowned slightly.

"You called me Shuang'er too? Call me Senior Sister!"

"Okay Shuang'er!"