Within the mountain gate, there is solemn and dignified.

In the ancestors' hall, the head of the old Taoist Xianyun, six disciples of the inner sect gathered together. The old Taoist priest sat upright in the middle, and the six disciples were divided into two rows, sitting intently. They were praying devoutly to the ancestors who had already ascended to the immortal world.

For this prayer, Xianyun Laodao and others were fully prepared and had unprecedented sincerity.

It was seven days and seven nights before it ended.

However, among these people, Xiao Wenbing was undoubtedly the one with the least sincerity. He was already tired of it a few days ago. At this time, he saw that all the incense sticks in front of the hall were extinguished, but the old Taoist priests and others were still motionless and seemed to have not noticed it.

He couldn't help but mutter in his heart, quietly pulled Mingmei around him, and asked whispered: "Senior Brother, is this useful?"

"Shh..." Mingmei's face changed and he hurriedly said: "Shut the sound."

Xiao Wenbing looked confused. Didn’t he say that after ascending to the Immortal Realm, he could no longer deal with the matters in the Cultivation Realm, so why would they still do so seriously?

Alas... it's already the 21st century, but why is this superstitious path becoming more and more intense, and even the world of cultivation cannot be spared.

"Well, Wenbing, you can see the things on the incense table." Although Xiao Wenbing's voice was soft, how could he hide it from the old Taoist Xianyun who was close to him? He twisted his long beard and said with a pleasant look.

Several brothers looked at each other. If someone else asked about such a traitor in the Ancestor Hall, the old Taoist priest would have to punish him immediately.

However, this old man was obviously very favored to Xiao Wenbing. Such situations have happened many times, and these people are no longer surprised by this.

However, for Xiao Wenbing, this freak who cannot be judged by common sense, is indeed worthy of such treatment.

As soon as they think that he can form an inner alchemy within one year, the brothers and sisters will never complain. If they can meet such disciples in the future, they will probably be even more excessive than Old Taoist Xianyun.

"See, Master."

"Those things are the magic weapons left by the seniors of this sect before they ascend to immortality. Although they are not very powerful, they have a little connection with those seniors because they have followed them for a long time. Even if they are in the fairy world, they will have some sense."

"What? Master, are you saying that the fairy world can know and interfere with the matter here?" Xiao Wenbing asked.

"Every world has rules, and immortals in the fairy world cannot directly interfere in the cultivation world. At least, I have never seen that ancestor come down from the fairy world, but..." The old Taoist smiled and said, "But it is okay for a certain ancestor to give some things occasionally."

"Ah." Xiao Wenbing was fascinated by hearing this and asked, "Master, have you seen it?"

The old Taoist priest's smile suddenly froze. He coughed twice and said seriously: "If the ancestors gave something, it was their grace. Even if they didn't give it, it would be natural."

Xiao Wenbing felt disappointed. As long as he looked at the old Taoist priest's expression and avoided answering his questions, he knew that even he had never seen it.

"Teacher...Master." Lu Jun suddenly shouted loudly, and the chief disciple of the Secret Fu Sect screamed out in a rare voice.

The eyes of the old Taoist Xianyun and others looked along his fingers, and the incense table was suddenly shrouded in a ray of light.

This light is peaceful and calm, but it gives people a sense of majestic and inviolable sacredness.

Old Taoist Xianyun opened his mouth wide, no longer had the calmness of the past. He slowly repeated two words from his mouth without any grace: "The immortal trace...the immortal trace..."

"Pu." Lu Jun was the first to wake up from the shock, immediately got up from the cushion, and fell heavily to his knees.

Old Taoist Xianyun woke up from his dream, and they all turned over and knelt on the ground in a hurry.

Xiao Wenbing looked at their movements and felt a ridiculous feeling in his heart. His eyes turned and he knelt down behind them. However, unlike the old Taoist Xianyun and others who bowed to the ground respectfully, Xiao Wenbing raised his head slightly, staring at the light on the stage with one eye, wanting to see what was going on.

The light gradually faded, and there was an ancient ring and a rune on the incense table.

"Thank you, Master..."

Within the mountain gate, birds and beasts were frightened, and there was chaos.

In the Ancestor Hall, the old Taoist Xianyun had white beards floating, and he shouted loudly with his disciples.

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Three days later, in the bedroom of Old Taoist Xianyun, Xiao Wenbing stood beside him with a respectful look on his face.

"Wen Bing, my master has searched through the allusions of this sect over the past few days and studied the Bible chapters one by one. Finally, he found the two ancestors who were given treasures." The old Taoist priest said proudly.

"Which two ancestors are they?" Xiao Wenbing pretended to be curious and had a very sensible appearance, with two bright little stars flashing in his eyes.

"It is the first generation of founding ancestor Bai He Zhenren and the third generation of ancestor Tian Xuzi Zhenren." Xianyun Old Dao was righteous.

Xiao Wenbingke didn't know who Baihe Zhenren and Tianxuzi Zhenren were, and his respect for them was extremely limited.

He just suddenly remembered something and asked with interest: "Master, will every cultivator leave his tokens when he ascends to immortality and communicate with the world of cultivation?"

"Otherwise, there are only a very small number of people who will leave their own tokens for their descendants."

"Ah, so that's it." Xiao Wenbing nodded repeatedly, thinking that no wonder when he was offering sacrifices to his ancestors that day, there were very few objects on the incense table. It turned out that not all the ancestors would leave their tokens when they ascended.

"However, the ancestors and sects of this sect are extremely nostalgic people. Every ancestor who has passed the period of the tribulation ascends to the Immortal Realm will leave their tokens. Although this cannot be said to be the only one in all the cultivation worlds, it is rare and a handful of people." The old Taoist priest had an unconcealed look of arrogance on his face.

However, when I heard this sentence, it was a completely different feeling.

"Master, you remember correctly, are you? All the ancestors left their own tokens?"

"That's right." The old Taoist priest said affirmatively, with a solemn face and a more decisive answer without hesitation.

"But, Master..." Xiao Wenbing said hesitantly, his face hesitant.

"Wenbing, just say it if you have something to do. There is no need to hesitate in front of your teacher."
Chapter completed!