Chapter 616: Ancestral Temple

Looking at Wangcai rolling on the snow on the cliff platform, Ye Xiaochuan laughed so hard that he could hardly close his mouth and said, "Don't make a scene. This is the only food you can get at Siguo Cliff. You have to diet and lose weight!"

The cold steamed buns were really not tasty. They almost broke their newly grown front teeth. After cursing Sun Yao for being inhuman, they thought of ways to make food for themselves.

There was no firewood in the snow, so they grabbed Wangcai and asked him to spit fire.

This trick really worked. Wangcai could do the simplest fire-spitting. He opened his mouth and a flame spurted out. Ye Xiaochuan was caught off guard and almost burned his hair. However, the steamed bun in his hand was not so lucky. It was burnt black, which was definitely comparable to the steamed buns baked by Yun Qiyou.

Fortunately, there was still a cold steamed bun in the food box. This time, I told Wangcai several times not to spit out too strong a flame, just a little bit. I twisted a pine branch from the crooked old pine tree next to it and inserted it on the steamed bun.

This time the effect was much better. Wangcai blew out a two-foot-long flame from his mouth. Ye Xiaochuan put the steamed bun on it and turned it a few times until it was golden. He took a bite and gave it to Wangcai. The two brothers began their arduous life on the cliff of repentance.

The days on the cliff of repentance were simple, even more boring than in Xuanying's cave. After all, in the cave, there was Xuanying talking to him every day, but on the cliff of repentance, the simplest right to speak was ruthlessly deprived. Wangcai only knew how to chirp. He could understand what you meant, but you didn't understand what he was chirping about.

This is the generation gap.

Situ Feng left early. The old man who taught Ye Xiaochuan the beast control spell had not had time to learn it before he died.

Until now, Ye Xiaochuan still hadn't figured out what was sealed in the energy in his soul sea. Last time in the cave, he wanted Xuanying to help him open it, but Xuanying didn't even lend a hand for such a small matter, saying that since it was left by Situ Feng, you should dig it out yourself.

This is completely bullshit, Xuanying is just looking for an excuse for laziness.

The things that Situ Feng left in his soul sea require the spiritual silence realm to open, and he estimates that it will take another three to five years to recover to the peak period of cultivation, that is, the middle stage of out-of-body.

It's estimated that it will take another 100 to 80 years to reach the spiritual silence realm. I think everyone is Yun Qiyou, that dead pervert, who only took more than ten years to reach the spiritual silence realm.

Half of the steamed bun was basically fed to the greedy Wangcai, and the small half plate of pickles was also eaten up by Wangcai like a chicken pecking at rice. Looking at Wangcai who was pretending to be dead on the ground after eating, Ye Xiaochuan grabbed a handful of snow and rolled it into a snowball and threw it at him.

"You won't starve to death if you eat less! Don't pretend to be dead, get up quickly and lose weight. If you want to eat delicious food, fly up and find it yourself. If you can fly, you can catch some mountain pheasants, even wild boars are no problem."

Ye Xiaochuan found the right way, which was the only motivation for Wangcai to lose weight. Sure enough, Wangcai, who was half dead just now, immediately flipped up with a carp. Under Ye Xiaochuan's command, he flapped his wings and fluttered around on the cliff. It seemed that he was determined to lose his fat.

The heavy snow fell intermittently for three or four days, and the snow was almost four feet thick. No one came to see him these days, and his favorite junior sister didn't come. He ate bran all day, which made Ye Xiaochuan despise Sun Yao's behavior of taking revenge for personal gain.

Fortunately, the flesh wound on his buttocks has healed after four days of recuperation. Ye Xiaochuan no longer needs to lie on the quilt every day. He can stand up and walk and jump.

Naturally, he has to build a shack for himself when he can move. Now that Siguo Cliff has been dug by Yu Jizi in order to find the treasure of the ancestors, a big hole with a depth of nearly ten feet can't get in even if it rains or snows, but the cold wind after the snow in winter is really life-threatening.

Ye Xiaochuan adheres to the fine tradition of self-help and adequate food and clothing. On the north side of Duantian Cliff, he got a lot of big stones. When there were not enough stones, he used Wufengjian to dig a lot of stones from the stone wall and piled them into a simple stone wall. He trimmed the crooked old pine tree, cut off the extra branches and made a simple small wooden door, and then found some moldy bedding, sheets, and tattered clothes from Qiankun to block the leaks. A simple and warm shack was built.

The space inside was quite large, with bedding spread on the ground and a large open space. Ye Xiaochuan thought about setting up a pot and making a fire, so that he would not have to eat steamed buns and pickles every day. In addition to improving his food, he could also marry someone to warm himself up.

It was late at night, and the back mountain was quiet. In the cold winter snowy night, no one had the leisure to appreciate the rare snow scene of Cangyun.

The heavy snow stopped, and thick fog rose in the mountains. Yun Qiyou, dressed in white, walked on the thick snow. She didn't know why she came to the back mountain. It had been seven days. She struggled in her heart for seven days. Tonight, she finally walked out of Yuanshui Xiaozhu. She originally wanted to go to Qingluan Pavilion to calm down, but the moment she walked out of Yuanshui Xiaozhu, she took the road to the back mountain.

The snow had covered the original road, and even all the surrounding creations turned into the only silver-white color. The fog was thick and the stars could not be seen. Yun Qiyou walked for a long time.

She thought she had reached the Moon-Viewing Platform, but she found that the fog in front of her eyes seemed to be thinner, and the lights were dimly visible in the fog.

Her brows furrowed, and she slowly walked towards the lights in the dark mist. When she got closer, she realized that she had taken the wrong road. In her heart, she actually wanted to go to the Moon Viewing Platform and take a look at the boy from afar.

But she ended up in the forbidden area of the back mountain, the Ancestral Temple.

There was only one bluestone road from the front mountain to the back mountain, but when it was almost at the back mountain, the road split into two. One extended to the southwest, leading to the Moon Viewing Platform and Siguo Cliff, and the other extended to the northwest, leading to the most important forbidden area of Cangyunmen, the Ancestral Temple.

The quaint house was covered with snow on the roof. Two pale lanterns were hung at the door of the house. The light emitted in the mist was a little dim and a little creepy.

Yun Qiyou had been to this place before, and she also knew that this was the Ancestral Temple where the spirits of the ancestors of Cangyunmen were enshrined.

She even knew that there was a quiet bamboo forest behind the Ancestral Temple, and many peerless masters of Cangyunmen lived in seclusion in the bamboo forest.

The two white-bearded old men I met in the valley behind the Guanzizai Peak of Mount Xumi two years ago came out of the bamboo forest.

This place is a forbidden area. After she saw clearly that she had walked to the ancestral temple in a daze, she turned around and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, a low voice came from the big house: "It's cold and lonely in the middle of the night, and the mountain is covered with snow. Why don't you come in and drink a cup of inferior tea to warm yourself up and drive away the cold, and burn a stick of incense for the ancestors of all generations."