Starting from the ultimate, the keeper behind the Nine Gates

Wu Sanxing, who originally wanted to discuss something with Jiang Xing, watched helplessly as he was dragged to the Huo family.

He wanted to bring the person over, but it was Mrs. Huo who snatched the person!

He's so fierce, he doesn't dare to offend...

Although Wu Sanxing thought that the old lady of the Huo family was unreasonable, she actually snatched the guests he invited.

But he wasn't worried that Jiang Xing would be won over by the old lady.

After all, he still has innocence.

How can this relationship be comparable to that of ordinary people!

On the other side, Mrs. Huo also scolded Wu Sanxing in her heart for being as cunning as his father and for being clever.

They actually blocked the news of the Jiang family's return.

For a moment, everyone had different expressions, not knowing what they were thinking.

Jiang Xing was the only one leisurely surveying the surrounding environment.

He took a general look at the cemetery, which faced north and south, with mountains at its back and flowing water in front of it.

There is a photo in front, a support in the back, and the mountain faces the water.

It can be used as a human being or as a source of wealth. It is an absolute treasure of Feng Shui.

Both the geographical location and the feng shui decoration here are very exquisite.

Even the placement of every tree here is perfect.

At first glance, it seems that someone has given guidance!

It is enough to show that [-]% of this cemetery was carefully built by Jiumen specifically for their own people.

As expected of Jiumen, it is indeed financially strong to be able to do this.

Perhaps seeing that he was too absorbed in watching, Mrs. Huo on the side smiled and said slowly: "This cemetery was built by Mr. Jiang for Jiumen. Every part of it was built according to his instructions."

Perhaps thinking of the past, Mrs. Huo was quite emotional:

"It can be said that every generation of Jiumen has been favored by Master Jiang."

Mrs. Huo's words were full of gratitude to Mr. Jiang, but Jiang Xing's face was full of black lines.

All this was done to build a cemetery for Jiumen, and the old man told him that he was just helping out a little.

Based on his understanding of the old man, he must have received enough money for such meticulous work.

So why are they still so poor?

Just as Jiang Xing was thinking more and more, a gentle female voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Grandma time is coming."

Jiang Xingwen turned around and saw a woman wearing a long black dress with delicate features and skin as white as snow standing next to Mrs. Huo.

Seemingly seeing Jiang Xing sitting on the seat that should have been Mrs. Huo, the woman's apricot eyes were full of confusion.

But there was no hostility.

At this time, Mrs. Huo stood up with a smile and introduced: "Mr. Jiang, this is my granddaughter Huo Xiuxiu."

A flash of surprise flashed through his eyes when he heard his last name, Huo Xiuxiu, but he quickly recovered and said calmly, "Hello, Mr. Jiang."

She had heard grandma say a lot about the Jiang family before.

If she guessed correctly, the young man in front of her should be a descendant of the Yizhuang Jiang family.

No wonder grandma respects him so much.

Huo Xiuxiu had been busy preparing things for sacrifice, so she didn't know what happened here just now.

Jiang Xing lowered his eyes and glanced at her hand, but he didn't mean to hold it. He just said in a deep voice: "Jiang Xing."

Huo Xiuxiu didn't care, and even felt that she was a little abrupt.

Because people in Yizhuang never like to have physical contact with others, and there seems to be a taboo in this regard.

Since ancestor worship is very particular about time, Mrs. Huo should not delay for too long.

Jiang Xing was left alone in the resting place for the time being.

Jiang Xing didn't care, after all, there was no one he wanted to worship here.

Uncle Wu didn't invite him to come with the intention of asking him to worship with him.

Mainly taking this opportunity to introduce him to people in the Nine Sects.

Jiang Xing knew this very well.

I just didn’t expect that the relationship between the Nine Gates Club and the old man would be so deep.

……

Soon the sacrifice began.

As the oldest of the six sects, Mrs. Huo stands at the top, followed by the current heads of the six sects.

The remaining people were arranged in order of seniority.

In some places, only men can participate in ancestor worship ceremonies, but there is no such rule in Jiumen.

The table in front of everyone was filled with sacrificial food, including food that flew in the sky, food that walked on the ground, food that swam in the water, as well as fruits, vegetables, and wine. It was abundant.

This shows that they attach great importance to ancestor worship rituals!

Everyone present held incense and stood silently with serious expressions.

Even Chen Wenshan temporarily put away the anger on his face.

The huge venue was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Until Mrs. Huo held the incense and raised her voice: "The descendants of the seven Huo clans and the nine clans are preparing to drink the delicacies to pay tribute to the ancestors!"

"I hope our ancestors will bless my nine sects and make them prosperous."

After saying this, Mrs. Huo held the incense and held it in her hands, while the others knelt down and kowtowed three times!

At the same time, a heavy bell sounded from the pavilion nearby.

"Boom--!"

"Dong dong——!"

The melodious bells echoed over the cemetery, and the ancient sounds seemed to comfort the souls of the ancestors.

After the obeisance was completed, accompanied by the sound of firecrackers, everyone stepped forward one after another and inserted the incense candles in their hands into the cauldron on the altar table.

The curls of candle smoke rose slowly and finally dissipated into the sky.

After that, each family dispersed to worship their deceased.

When Wu Tianzhen was about to get some more incense candles, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

At first glance, it was Wang Meng who he had left to look after his house in Hangzhou.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

Wu Tianzhen said casually while lighting incense candles: "I'm busy now. I'll pay you this month's salary when I get back in the evening."

"No, boss."

Wang Meng's voice came from the other end of the phone, "Have you received the express I sent you two days ago?"

"It was sent to Wu Shanju by your friend Zhang Qiling. I forgot to tell you."

Hearing the name Zhang Qiling, Wu Tianzhen's eyes widened instantly, and his voice rose a few degrees uncontrollably, "What did you say? Zhang Qiling?!"

"How is this possible? Others are still inside the bronze door!"

Wang Meng: “But his name is indeed written on it.”

"As for what's inside, I don't know. Boss, you have to see it yourself."