Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

..... Looking at the young and middle-aged villagers in front of him, Qin Fengming couldn't help but smile. Although the few people in front of him had already confirmed that he was in front of Qinjiazhuang, he still asked:

"Brothers, this is the Qin Family Village. I wonder if the descendants of the Qin Hong Family still live in this village."

"Hey, outsiders shouldn't speak openly. Qin Hong is our great ancestor. We are all his descendants. If you don't stay in Qinjiazhuang, where else can you go?"

After hearing Qin Fengming calling Qin Hong's name, several strong men immediately showed fierce looks on their faces. They stared at Qin Fengming and said.

"Forgive me for being disrespectful. I would like to ask, are there any direct descendants of his old man living here?"

Seeing Qin Fengming's extraordinary bearing, several young men did not make any mistakes. After staring for a moment, one of them said:

"Our great-grandfather is currently living in the Qin Mansion. Are you here to see our great-grandfather?"

Looking at the young adults in front of him, they were all around twenty years old. Judging from this, his great-grandfather must have been over eighty years old. For a person of such an age, Qin Fengming suddenly thought of someone.

After Qin Fengming killed Zhang's father and son, he returned to Qinjiazhuang once. Although he never met his parents, he looked around through the door and window. At that time, there was a young child of about one or two years old staying with his parents at home. .Could it be that the great-grandfather that everyone talks about is that young boy?

Qin Fengming was thinking in his heart, but he said: "What you said is right. My ancestors have friendship with the ancestors of the Qin family. I came here this time to find the descendants of the Qin family. I hope some elder brothers can give me some advice. .”

After hearing this, everyone looked at each other. Someone immediately rushed to inform the Qin family. However, the remaining few people led Qin Fengming slowly toward the village with vigilant expressions.

After passing through three streets, turning a corner and walking for dozens of feet, everyone stopped in front of the door of a very grand and tall courtyard.

"This is where our great ancestors lived. You will know in a moment whether he is the person you are looking for."

Looking at the bright vermilion-lacquered gate in front of him, the tall courtyard wall made of blue square bricks, and the front steps made of jade, Qin Fengming could hardly believe it. This was the place where his descendants would live.

As the door opened, four people walked out. The first person was an old man in his fifties with a reddish complexion. Behind him were two servants in neat clothes. The strong man walked away quickly. The young man also followed behind the three of them.

"Excuse me, where are you from? Are you here to look for my grandfather?"

The red-faced old man came to Qin Fengming. He looked at Qin Fengming's appearance. He couldn't help but trembled. He cupped his fists and raised his hands. He asked very politely. There was doubt in his eyes.

Looking at this red-faced old man, Qin Fengming could already see the shadow of his second brother in his face.

"I don't know what to call my grandfather and the late Qinshan."

"Excuse me. Qin Shan is my great-grandfather."

"Well, that's it. I want to meet your grandfather. I wonder if I can lead the way."

Qin Shan is the second brother of Qin Fengming. Since the great-grandfather that everyone is talking about is the son of Qin Shan, then there is no doubt that this manor house is the residence of his direct descendants.

"Of course. Qin will take this little brother to meet the ancestor. Please, little brother."

Although the red-faced old man was slightly confused, he did not hesitate at all. He very respectfully agreed to take Qin Fengming to the ancestor of the Qin family. Since then, everyone present could not help but be stunned.

Following behind the red-faced old man, Qin Fengming took Sima Hao's hand and entered the tall courtyard gate without any hesitation.

Looking at the huge mansion along the way, Qin Fengming couldn't help but feel emotional.

When Qin Fengming was young, what he remembered most was that his parents were so worried about each other over a copper coin. At that time, he could not have imagined that his children and grandchildren would live a prosperous life with plenty of food and clothing, as well as slaves and maidservants.

After passing through three courtyards in a row, everyone stopped in front of a spacious house.

"This is the residence of our ancestors. Please follow me into it."

The red-faced old man motioned for the others to stay outside, but he personally picked up the curtain and let Qin Fengming into the room.

This room is actually a Buddhist hall. A tall Buddhist niche sits on a huge square table in the room. Yellow curtains are hung around. A long table is placed in front of the Buddhist niche. Melons and fruits are placed on it. There is a sandalwood in the incense burner. The fragrance is lingering, making this room look solemn and sacred.

On one side of the Buddhist niche, there is another long table. Behind the long table, there are several spiritual tablets. On top of the spiritual tablets, there are four embroidered scrolls hanging.

On the lower row of scrolls on the right is a young child who is only fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Grandpa, this little brother has made a special trip to visit my Qin family." Standing next to him, an old man with white hair and white beard who was sitting cross-legged in front of the altar finished chanting the sutra. The red-faced old man bowed. Open your mouth and say.

Although this old man's beard and hair are all white, when he raises his head, his eyes are still very hale and hearty.

"Are you Qin Meng, the son of my second brother Qin Shan?" Qin Fengming stood in front of the white-haired old man. He looked at the old man and said with a very calm expression.

Looking at the young man standing in front of him, the white-haired old man's eyes widened suddenly. His hands touched the ground. With the help of the red-faced old man beside him, he stood up.

"I am Qin Meng. My father is Qin Shan. You...you...could it be that you...you are..."

"Haha. I never thought that after so many years, there would still be a descendant alive in the world that I met back then. Yes, I am your third uncle Qin Fengming."

Qin Fengming said as he stretched out his right hand. A cool inner energy flowed into the body of the old man in front of him.

This old man was already **10 years old. For such an old man, if something unexpected happened suddenly, Qin Fengming would feel uneasy. Therefore, Qin Fengming stretched out his hand to protect his mind. .

"Third uncle. You are really the third uncle. Wuwu~~~" The white-haired old man did not have much doubt or hesitation. After a moment of surprise, he suddenly knelt down in front of Qin Fengming. The red-faced old man Then my grandfather also knelt down and fell down.

"Qin Meng. You're not young anymore. You'd better get up and talk." Qin Fengming looked a little uncomfortable when he saw the two old men kneeling on the ground in front of him. He reached out and a gentle force helped them up. .

Feeling the extremely comfortable feeling, when the two old men regained their balance, their moods actually calmed down.

"Third uncle. When my grandfather passed away, he kept chanting his name. He said that third uncle was a very lucky person and would never die early. Later, when my father was seriously ill, he even warned me and other descendants that they must do it. When the third uncle returned home, I didn’t expect...I didn’t expect that I would see the third uncle in person just before my nephew passed away."

After such a long time, Qin Fengming's appearance has changed from when he left home when he was more than ten years old. However, when the Qin family originally embroidered Qin Fengming's appearance, it was only based on impressions. They asked a famous painter to study the painting for a full year. Only then did he compare the looks of Qin Xiang and Qin Shan and piece together a picture.

Although this portrait is not the same as when Qin Fengming was young, it is somewhat similar to Qin Fengming at that time. Therefore, Qin Meng and his grandson, the red-faced old man, recognized Qin Fengming's identity as soon as they saw his face.

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