The system runs away at the beginning, I regard the way of heaven as my father

Along with a burst of fairy music, countless fairy birds spread their wings from the sky and dropped petals of weigela flowers.

The clan leader's succession ceremony began quietly.

Tu Mu, or Ri Xianchuan, dressed in gorgeous robes, began a long and complicated ceremony in front of hundreds of thousands of tribesmen.

Everyone, including Li Chuyi, looked on with a smile. No one felt impatient, and they only had good wishes in their hearts.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was from daytime to sunset, with a clear blue sky and a looming crescent moon.

"The sun and the moon are on different days, so meeting each other is fate."

"It coincides with the three surnames of Sun, Moon and Yuan of my Shoushu clan. Today is indeed a good and auspicious day."

There were old men stroking their beards and laughing and chatting, while little children of a few years old were pointing their fingers to the sky, laughing, and applauding happily along with them.

At this moment, Tu Mu was standing in front of the ancestral hall, and together with several old men, he kowtowed to the sky.

There were words in his mouth, as if he was saying some complicated oath.

After a moment, a breath that was vast, permeating the sky and the earth, and even overriding everything suddenly descended.

It only appeared for a moment, and then turned into two bright star points, falling into Tu Mu's eyes.

"This is a blessing from heaven, but it is more appropriate to call it a key to that space."

"Yes, it's just that this blessing from heaven will disappear in a hundred thousand years. At that time, we can only choose a new clan leader to receive the blessing."

Several old men couldn't help but feel a little emotional when they saw this scene.

Time is still passing by, the night is gradually getting dark, the stars are shining brightly, and the starry sky is spectacular.

Tu Mu walked into the clan hall alone.

At this time, there was an old man with gray hair and a childlike face, and his voice spread throughout the audience.

"All the younger generations of the Shushu clan, who have just had cinnabar dotted on their foreheads, have entered the ancestral hall and kowtowed to the heaven."

"As for the other tribesmen, let's have a banquet."

In an instant, exquisite jade tables suddenly appeared among the mountains and rivers. They were full of beautiful things and the aroma of wine was fragrant.

Figures sat down one after another in an instant, and all kinds of glasses were exchanged, and people came and drank.

As for the younger generation, they came in groups and walked towards the hundreds of stone steps hanging down from the ancestral hall. They all tidied up their clothes and showed piety in their eyes.

"Brother, let's go in too." Yuanqiu came over in a few steps, holding his brother's arm.

Li Chuyi smiled and shook his head, stretched out his hand to rub Yuan Qiu's head, "You guys go in first, I'll go in later."

"Well, brother, let's go first."

After Yuan Qiu finished speaking, he stuck out his tongue at Li Chuyi like he did when he was a child, and then walked toward the ancestral palace step by step with a few familiar women.

Li Chuyi was alone, watching everything in front of him silently, watching the laughter and laughter, and looking at the surroundings as if they were in a fairyland.

He knew that maybe after tonight, everything in front of him would be reduced to nothing and become the desolate and lonely place abandoned by heaven in the future.

Gradually, the moon reached its peak, and silver rays fell down, illuminating the entire mountain.

The younger generation of the Shoushu clan have basically entered the ancestral palace and worshiped the way of heaven.

At this moment, Li Chuyi, Yuan Qiu, and some young people were at the table, and someone was telling some anecdotes, making everyone laugh.

"Brother, you haven't been to the ancestral palace yet." Yuanqiu reminded.

"Go right away." Li Chuyi narrowed his eyes and smiled.

"Brother Yuanxia, ​​don't worry. We will take good care of Yuanqiu after you leave." A young man with dark blue eyes stood up and patted his chest to assure him.

"What are you talking about? My brother will always be safe and sound. Just be careful that I beat you up." Yuan Qiu immediately frowned and sounded quite unhappy.

"Originally, they all said that Brother Yuanxia can't practice cultivation, can no longer extend his life, and his true spirit has gradually become silent..." The young man muttered, feeling quite aggrieved.

"You also said that you know nothing." Yuan Qiu immediately slapped the table.

"Okay, okay, everyone, stop talking." Li Chuyi smiled to appease the two of them.

Then he stood up and looked at Yuan Qiu. He wanted to say something, but he didn't say it after all.

He just turned around silently and headed towards the stone staircase of the ancestral palace.

Staring at that very familiar figure, everyone felt a little lonely for some unknown reason.

The stone stairs are hundreds of feet long, and there are some mottled lines on them, which are traces left by the years.

Li Chuyi stepped on it step by step and headed towards the ancestral hall.

After a while, he was standing in front of the temple.

Li Chuyi looked inside and saw statues of immortals and Buddhas on both sides of the hall. Each statue was nearly a hundred meters high. They were extremely solemn and shocking to the soul.

The great reincarnation, the great good and evil, and Mahakala are among them, and there are some that I don’t recognize.

These are all formless immortals who have been cultivated in this vast world from ancient times to the present.

There are many long candles in the hall, and the candlelight is beating constantly, giving the entire ancient hall a warm yellow tone.

Tu Mu, on the other hand, stood under a blank painting in the center of the hall, watching Li Chuyi calmly, as if waiting for his arrival.

When Li Chu saw this, he just took a deep breath, and then stepped into the hall. Under the candlelight, he passed a statue of an immortal Buddha and walked slowly towards Tu Mu.

After a few moments, he stopped.

"Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes, I also saw the scene at the seaside in Rika River. I know why I am here. I will also cooperate with you next time."

Li Chuyi said nothing, but looked up at the huge scroll hanging in the hall. There was nothing on it.

"Is this the way of heaven?"

"Yes, the way of heaven is formless and formless, so it is replaced by a blank painting."

Li Chu nodded, looked at the many futons in front of him, chose the nearest one and knelt down to sit on it.

He put his hands together and bowed three times, his eyes pious and solemn.

But when he finished all this, he still didn't get up and just stared at the scroll silently.

"Aren't you going to do it? Use Rixianchuan's body to make elixirs." Seeing this, Tu Mu suddenly asked.

Li Chuyi took a deep breath and slowly shook his head.

"There's a banquet taking place outside. Let's make this night of joy last as long as possible."

At this moment, among the mountains and rivers outside the palace, hundreds of thousands of people were toasting and drinking together. An old man stood up and shouted.

"In the first Qing Dynasty, the clan leader was newly established, in the second Qing Dynasty, the fortune of the clan was rainbow, and in the third Qing Dynasty, heaven favored it."

"All clansmen, let's drink together."

In the hall, the two of them were silent for a long time.

Time passed by, and the earth was still shrouded in darkness, but a touch of fish belly white gradually appeared on the horizon in the distance.

Li Chuyi still knelt and sat under the painting, his Taoist robe and lotus crown covered with snow.

Her eyelashes hang down like butterflies, and there is a touch of cinnabar red on her forehead, which is unparalleled in beauty.

The ancient lamps burned out all night long, and the hall full of immortals and Buddhas seemed to be mourning.

At some point, a three-foot black ruler appeared in his hand.

At this moment, he lightly touched his forehead and heart with his ruler, and his voice was slightly cold, like a crane bending its neck.

"Everyone, I'm sorry."