PFC Chapter 838 Please enter the urn
Chapter 838 Please enter the urn
The headquarters of Xuantian Sect is located in Luoxia Mountain in the southeast of Qianling Prefecture.
The mountains here are undulating, shrouded in clouds and mist, and the scenery is beautiful, just like a fairyland.
The main peak of Luoxia Mountain towers into the clouds, and there is a huge palace on the mountainside. This is the headquarters of Xuantian Sect.
The palace buildings are magnificent and majestic, with flying eaves, brackets, carved beams and painted buildings, fully displaying the immortal style.
The palace is surrounded by numerous pavilions and towers, which are staggered and blend into the natural landscape.
Xuantian Sect is one of the seven major sects in Southern Xinjiang, with many disciples and masters.
They mainly practice Taoism and swordsmanship, pursuing immortality and transcendence.
Xuantian Sect's leader Situ Xuanye, after the revival of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, broke through from the great perfection of the out-of-body stage to the middle stage of the distraction stage in one fell swoop.
He is an elder with profound cultivation and high moral character, and is deeply respected and loved by his disciples.
Deep in Luoxia Mountain, there is a mysterious forbidden area called "Fantasy Land".
This is the place of cultivation left behind by the ancestors of Xuantian Sect. It is said that it contains infinite secrets of Taoism and swordsmanship.
Only elders who have reached a certain level of cultivation can enter the illusion to practice.
Three days flew by.
Xuantian Sect indeed implemented the contents of the announcement it issued.
At this moment, the inside and outside of the main hall of the Xuantian Sect’s headquarters were shrouded in solemnity.
Long white silks were hung on both sides of the gate, swaying gently in the wind, as if telling of grief and sorrow.
On the white silk, it was written in black ink "Deeply mourn Elder Haonan De". The font was solemn and powerful, showing respect for the deceased.
As you enter the main hall, the first thing that catches your eye is a mourning hall set up in the center.
Right in front of the mourning hall, there was a portrait that Situ Xuanye had found from nowhere.
The painting shows Hernandez with a smile on his face. His eyes are gentle and kind, as if he is giving his disciples the final comfort and encouragement.
Both sides of the mourning hall are hung with elegiac couplets, which are the wishes of the elders from different sects and schools.
It seems that every elegiac couplet expresses deep remembrance for Elder Hernandez.
In front of the mourning hall, the disciples of Xuantian Sect wore uniform mourning clothes, black robes with white belts and white hats on their heads, to express their inner grief.
They knelt on the ground with an incense burner in front of them. The smoke was curling and the air was filled with a faint scent of sandalwood.
All the disciples had solemn expressions, some had tears in their eyes, and some had their eyes closed, as if they were praying silently.
As the ceremony progressed, the disciples took turns coming forward to offer incense, kneel and kowtow, and then returned to their original positions to continue sitting in meditation.
The whole process was orderly. No one talked, and only the occasional sobbing broke the silence.
In the small square in front of the main hall, at this moment, the Grand Patriarch Situ Jing, together with the Sect Leader Situ Xuanye, as well as the Grand Patriarch Hua Wubian of the Hehuan Sect, the Grand Patriarch Ouyang Shouyin of the Tianyan Sect, and a group of elders gathered here.
Each of them was solemn and watched their disciples take turns burning incense without any sadness or joy, while also waiting for the arrival of one person, that was Lu Chen.
At this time, Hua Wubian looked up at the sky, and then transmitted his consciousness:
"Brother Ouyang, we've made such a big scene, do you think Lu Chen will come? It's already noon and there's no sign of that guy."
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Shouyin replied calmly through telepathic transmission:
"He will come. If he doesn't come, wouldn't he be destroying his image? Why bother to let Wei Sanmo spread his deeds? He will only be ridiculed by the world."
While the two were talking.
Suddenly, a figure came flying rapidly from the distant sky and landed on the small square in the blink of an eye. Everyone looked closely.
The person who came was wearing a plain white robe, with a solemn expression, and a hint of sadness and determination between his brows.
He looked to be only about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, but he exuded a terrifying aura. It was Lu Chen'er.
When Situ Jing and others saw Lu Chen, a cunning look flashed in their eyes.
At this time, Lu Chen walked to the altar on his own, picked up three incense sticks respectfully with both hands, lit them in the candlelight, and gently inserted them into the incense burner. Then he bowed deeply. The whole process was smooth and there was no hesitation.
After completing this series of actions, Lu Chen slowly turned around and faced everyone. His eyes swept across the faces of each senior in turn, finally stopping on the Grand Ancestor Situ Jing.
Then, he said politely: "Senior Situ really took the trouble. On behalf of Master, I thank you for everything you have done for him."
Situ Jing nodded slightly when he heard this, and then said with a little surprise: "You are too polite, Mr. Lu. I already know about your master's affairs.
I really didn't expect that Mr. Lu actually had such a deep connection with my Xuantian Sect.
Unfortunately, this is all I can do now."
"Since Senior Lu has arrived, let's begin our ceremony!"
Situ Xuanye spoke at the right time.
Upon hearing this, Situ Jing nodded in agreement.
Next, Situ Xuanye read the eulogy himself. It was hundreds of words long and gave Lu Chen enough face.
Situ Xuanye's voice echoed over the square, and every word was filled with solemnity and respect.
As the memorial service ended, the venue fell silent, with everyone immersed in remembrance of the deceased.
When the ceremony was over, Situ Xuanye shouted, "Rise!"
Then eight powerful men in the late stage of the Spirit Transformation Realm lifted up Hao Nan De's clothes and coffin, and walked out of the hall slowly. It was obvious that everything had been arranged in advance.
Then, Situ Jing looked at Lu Chen and said:
"I am going to build Elder Haonan's tomb in the forbidden area of Luoxia Mountain and bury him together with all the ancestors. Please move over, little friend Lu. We will send Elder Haonan off for the last time."
Upon hearing this, although Lu Chen didn't know why Situ Jing did all this, since it involved his master, he didn't think much about it and nodded in agreement.
Then the group came to the forbidden area of Luoxia Mountain in a mighty manner.
This is the holy land of Xuantian Sect, and only the sect masters and elders of all generations can enter.
Lu Chen saw tall tombstones engraved with the names and achievements of the ancestors of Xuantian Sect.
He felt a solemn atmosphere and also felt the sedimentation and inheritance of history.
After burying Hao Nan De's coffin, Situ Jing and others bowed to Hao Nan De again.
Lu Chen also followed them and performed the ceremony of kneeling three times and kowtow nine times in front of his master's cenotaph.
Just as Lu Chen finished bowing and looked up, the surrounding environment suddenly changed, as if time and space were distorted.
The original cemetery disappeared, replaced by a strange and mysterious valley.
Lu Chen was shocked, and his spiritual sense instantly extended out like an overwhelming force, but he found that Situ Jing, Hua Wubian and others were nowhere to be found.
"No, I fell into a trap."
"Hahahaha... Lu Chen, do you admit your guilt?"
At this moment, an old and proud voice suddenly resounded throughout the valley. The voice seemed to come from the sky, making it impossible to tell its direction.
However, Lu Chen could tell that this slightly familiar voice was from the Grand Ancestor of the Hehuan Sect, Hua Wubian...