CHAPTER 527: CHAPTER 314: FORGETFULNESS IS A TRADITION_2

Hu Jiusan, "Oh."

...

On this side, the uncle and nephew were wandering around the Ancestral Hall, while on the other side, Tang was acting as the bag-keeper.

Old Tang had placed some useful magical artifacts with Tang.

Because Tang had no experience and couldn’t help, since entering the Ancestral Hall he had been sitting in a corner with a big bag on his back, looking up at the surrounding murals.

However, there was no useful information in these murals. After looking for a long time, Tang found it meaningless and got up to wander around the Ancestral Hall like his grandfather and uncle.

The interior of this Ancestral Hall was also different from ordinary tombs. There were no statues or tablet objects, apart from the murals and the supporting pillars, there was only an inscriptionless stele standing in the center.

Old Tang and Hu Jiusan had already checked this stele several times without any discoveries, and at this moment, they were discussing whether to check the back mountain and the Divine Path area.

Tang looked at this inscriptionless stele and remembered the messy little stories Zhang Ze had told him, thus becoming curious.

After pondering for a while, he put down the large bag he had been carrying, then began to take things out from his small pocket.

Sunflower seeds grown by Fuji, oranges brought up by Xiaoxue, and signature pancakes from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion.

The latest model from the Thousand Mechanism Pavilion, a foldable little walnut that can be enlarged to use as a screen.

The latest volume of "Taoist Path to Heaven" written by Zhang Ze before he went in.

Fire Qilin Taoist Talisman Spear, "The Love Stories of the Dragon Tiger Mountain’s Past Sect Leaders" and other miscellaneous items were used by Tang as offerings in front of the stele.

Subsequently, he took out the diary disguised as Fengshui Secret Skills from the big bag.

He respectfully placed it in the middle of this pile of offerings.

Finally, he placed a small mat on the ground, knelt on it, and kowtowed three times loudly to this inscriptionless stele.

"Ancestral Master, the secrets in your diary have been discovered by us. Can we go in and have a look?"

After speaking, he kowtowed three more times.

Tang was unsure if this method worked, but since he was already there, he thought he should at least ask.

Moreover, since it didn’t cost anything, it was worth a try.

As a disciple, a candidate for the next Sect Leader, the future leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain, visiting the Ancestral Master must come with some gesture presents, right?

Let the Ancestral Master try out the foldable little walnut, experiencing the ever-changing East Continent.

Tang’s voice was neither loud nor soft, but old Tang and Hu Jiusan both looked over.

Old Tang was indifferent because he did something similar last time when he came during the day, although he didn’t ask if he could go in, he casually reported Dragon Tiger Mountain’s current situation to the Ancestral Master.

This was a tradition; when old Tang was an apprentice, he had come here with the previous Sect Leader, listening to his master ramble on for an afternoon.

Tang intuitively understood the passive role of being the Sect Leader of Dragon Tiger Mountain, showing great potential.

However, just as old Tang was planning to praise Tang, he saw a word appear on the inscriptionless stele.

[Okay]

Old Tang, "..."

Hu Jiusan, "..."

Hu Jiusan suddenly felt a bit cold, he tugged at old Tang’s sleeve, "I say, Uncle, should we come back during the day, I’m cold."

"Why are you feeling cold? Have you forgotten who you are?

"At your age, with your level of cultivation, what is there to fear, don’t claim to be from Dragon Tiger Mountain when you go out afterward."

Old Tang glared at Hu Jiusan.

"How can it be the same? Outside, encountering a Corpse Demon or evil spirits, a Thunder Technique would suffice, but this... this is the Ancestral Master, his old man couldn’t have been watching us like this all along..."

However, before Hu Jiusan could finish, the inscriptionless stele displayed more text.

[Rest assured, I’ve long since passed away]

Old Tang, "..."

Hu Jiusan, "..."

Old Tang was also a bit spooked, he went along with the suggestion, "How about we come back tomorrow? Tomorrow will be brighter, and we can bring everyone along when we come."

Hu Jiusan, "Uncle makes a valid point."

This matter had nothing to do with cultivation level or anything; it was just too outrageous, absurdly so.

How do I put it, it’s somewhat similar to, you go home, take a shower, crawl into bed, and while scrolling through your phone preparing for sleep, you turn around and see your long-deceased great-grandma holding an urn, casually lying next to you, asking to borrow your website’s premium membership...

And affectionately asking if you’d like an orange...

Old Tang waved his hand, calling Tang back and told him to take the diary back.

After taking the diary from Tang’s hand, old Tang spoke to the stele.

"Erm, Ancestral Master, it’s getting late today, I’ll come back to see you tomorrow, so we’ll take our leave now, no need to see us off."

However, just as old Tang and Hu Jiusan were preparing to leave with Tang, a door quietly appeared next to the stele.

The dark, narrow door seemed like a ghostly shadow, the same size as the stele.

[Since you’re here, come in and have a seat.]

Another line of text appeared on the inscriptionless stele.

Old Tang and Hu Jiusan didn’t respond this time, and quickly walked towards the main door of the Ancestral Hall with Tang.

However, the moment they stepped out of the Ancestral Hall, the world turned upside down, even Hu Jiusan couldn’t react quickly.

In that moment, he felt like everything in the world had lost its form, transforming into the original spiritual qi. While he himself seemed to be like the primordial giant and the Innate Tao Embryo in mythological tales, slumbering in the chaotic egg.

Old Tang saw even more, after all, he had once touched the Mahayana realm, at that moment, he even had a sense of merging into the chaos himself.

As for Tang... because his cultivation level was too low, he felt nothing; he merely experienced a moment of darkness and upon opening his eyes, found himself seated in a bright burial passage.