There were two young guards guards guarding at the entrance of the hall. Most of the guards were sons of servants of the Zhong family, which is the so-called family sons. They were loyal and reliable and regarded themselves as members of the Zhong family. Unfortunately, neither surnamed Zhong and did not have the qualifications to enter the Zhong family genealogy or the ancestral hall.

The two of them vaguely heard Elder Zhong's words and looked at each other, conveying complex emotions.

Even if they were not allowed to change their surnames, they would go to the ancestral hall to burn incense for the ancestors of the Zhong family. That would definitely not be sincere, but changing their surnames was not what they wanted.

At this time, I heard the clear voice of the young man: "Then invite their ancestors in and receive incense with our ancestors!"

One of them shivered and the other screamed.

Just as he was frightened by the loss of composure, the noise almost lifted the roof with a bang in the synagogue.

"I want our Zhong family to burn incense and kowtow to the ancestors of the farmers? What nonsense are you talking about by the lord of the fort?"

"How can the Zhong Family Ancestral Hall be so humiliated? Are the ancestors uneasy even if they die?"

"This is to forget the ancestors and forget the clan, the castle lord thinks twice!"

"Xiao Yao, you... this is too nonsense!"

"Ahem, Uncle Chengye quickly checked Xiao Yao's meridians to see if he was caught in the nightmare and started talking nonsense."

The elders were all excited, and even Ji Xiaozhu's eyes were full of surprise. Elder Zhong was even more prepared to control Zhongyao to see if he had a nightmare in his mind.

There was a crisp sound, and another firewood exploded, and the venue temporarily settled.

If I had known that this would be the case, Zhong Yao had prepared this basket of firewood.

He threw out another bomb indifferently: "The nightmare of demons surged, and monsters penetrated deep into the mountains flocked to take refuge. Our Zhongjia Castle was just blocking their way."

"If there is no protection of the gods, Zhongjia Castle will be trampled on by monsters before the Demon Nightmare arrives."

Elder Zhong froze, rubbed his face, and his waist hunched over again: "What the Castle Lord said is so true. Guanshan monsters gathered together. Even if the Uncle Bo family helped them all... it would be useless."

Zhong Zhiqiang has been dealing with chores in the clan for many years and is good at summarizing the main points. He summarized Zhong Yao: "The current situation is that if you want to defend Zhongjia Fort, you can only rely on the gods."

Zhong Zhizhong couldn't help but pick on it: "Can our ancestors be happy by bringing the ancestors of the tenant farmer into the ancestral hall? If we can't get together, who will this incense be burned for? How can we invite the Land Lord?"

Some elders are still calling for disobedience to human ethics, but most people nodded in agreement. Their thinking has shifted to the level of whether they work or not.

Zhongyao took another piece of firewood, and everyone shut up before it exploded.

"Don't speak out on behalf of your ancestors..."

Zhong Yao said: "Whether it is our ancestors of the Zhong family or the tenant farmers, they all have the same wish, that is, their descendants can take root and reproduce and prosper."

"To put it bluntly, this is what mortals wish. The mountain gods can enjoy incense on the land of the land because of the rich people."

He shook the wood and smiled, "Long a thousand years ago, Guanshan four families are an ancestor. Going a thousand years later, mortals are also an ancestor. What kind of human relations are rebellious and their ancestors are angry, this is a joke."

His expression turned serious, and Zhong Yao said again: "There is no burial in Guanshan, and the dead are turned into ashes. When our ancestors made this decision, there must be many people who were like everyone else and were completely unacceptable."

"Facts over the past thousand years have proved that this is the price our ancestors had to pay in order to take root in Guanshan. Now, it is time for us to make more contributions and make greater determinations in order to take root in Guanshan."

"If you want to survive and keep going, you must have the determination to do whatever it takes!"

With a loud bang, he still shattered the firewood.

Everyone in the synagogue shook again, and was stunned by the momentum, of course, the main thing that was blown away by the broken wood.

"Move all the other people's tablets into our ancestral hall and burn incense together. Of course, it's good to invite the Land Lord."

Still Zhong Zhizhong spoke out: "But I always think this method is a bit... lightweight?"

Zhong Yao told the plan and the plate: "Replace the ancestral hall into a land temple, move all the tombs of the fortresses in, and convert the clan tombs into cemeteries."

The heaven and earth are only about the merits. In Guanshan, being able to curb the nightmare of demons is merits.

Whether it is the ancestors of the Zhong family or the ancestors of the Bao people, their life here is merit.

They reproduce offspring and continue their bloodlines, allowing mortals to take root in Guanshan. Ordinary people live and work are themselves the opposite of demon nightmare.

They cultivated fields, cultivated forests and livestock, which was also to curb the nightmare of demons and make merits for the world.

The land has spirits, and crops and livestock have spirits. The nightmare energy has been eroding in secret for thousands of years. However, if the fields are not cultivated, the land and crops and livestock spirits do not meet, but are just wilderness in the deep mountains and old forests, the nightmare will not only erode faster, but will also provide soil for the nightmare cave.

In short, whether it is the ancestors of the Zhong family or the ancestors of the Bao people, as long as they are born and died and buried here, they will be rewarded in heaven and earth.

Zhongyao believes that for thousands of years, the Zhong family and residents have buried countless ancestors here, and one of them will always be able to join in and take on the important task of taking over the Tudigong.

His plan seemed simple, but it was not easy to form. At first, there was only one vague idea of ​​"finding the land master by himself", and then he was inspired by the fox demon, and then talked to Lao He and his wife, and finally it was complete.

After explaining this principle, most people in the synagogue looked happy, and even Elder Zhong nodded with his white beard: "This is the principle!"

Zhong Zhizhong shook his head and sighed, expressing the concerns of a few people: "This is still the same as a bet. What if it cannot be done?"

Zhongyao naturally won’t bet: “So we have to take care of both sides and start acting now.”

"On the one hand, you have to prepare a fort protection formation. This will make it difficult for Uncle Xiqiang. Uncle Zhizhong also contacts Uncle Bo's family to explain the pros and cons of the boss of Bo's village and ask for help."

"On the other hand, the two uncles Chengye and Chenglin personally presided over, will rebuild the ancestral hall today and mobilize the fortresses to move to the tombs. It must be completed at the next day, that is, the first seven o'clock of my father. At that time, we can use the spirit of my father to move the ancestors of the Zhong family and the ancestors of the fortresses."

Elder Zhong raised his white eyebrows: "It would be great if Zhizheng came to take on this Land Lord."

The elders nodded one after another, which was an ideal thing.

Zhongyao didn't say anything, and he thought that his father's virtue could not be the Land Lord. He would need the merits of heaven and earth. Does he have it?

Zhong Zhiwei in the corner almost compressed a small space in terms of appearance. When she came forward, there seemed to be only half of the space left in the synagogue.

Her powerful voice made everyone feel even more cramped: "Xiao Yao, since he is a landlord, it is better to find the county magistrate of Du State. With the dragon spirit of the government, it should be very easy to entrust a land. I can go back to the sect immediately and find the sect leader to clear the county magistrate."

Zhong Zhizhong and others' eyes lit up and they all expressed their praise, which was a good idea.

Before Zhongyao could speak, Elder Zhong and Zhong Zhiqiang opposed it at the same time.

The former scolded that Du State was not easy to be with. At that time, not only would it not be supported, but it would also become the people of Du State and would have to defend the territory for Du State. The latter said that the affairs of the government could not be handled in two or three days, and that the distant water could not save the near fire.

Zhong Zhiwei had to go back dongdong, and the hall was suddenly cheerful and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"Time is too tight, and those farmers are fools, so how can they get there?"

Zhong Zhizhong said strange words dejectedly: "What are the farmers' ancestors who have the best hope for?

Zhong Yao stretched out his hand, but instead of taking a piece of firewood out of thin air, he pulled up the entire basket.

"A person is a piece of firewood, so fragile that a wisp of true energy can shatter."

He poured the wood-type true energy into the basket along the basket, and the remaining dozens of firewood shaking, making the elders change their faces.

This is not just the energy that can be found in the eighth floor of foundation building, it is powerful and inhuman.

Even Elder Zhong gave Zhong Yao a surprised look. Zhong Zhiwei also saw it and muttered something to Ji Xiaozhu, which made the girl roll her eyes angrily.

Both of them naturally realized that Zhongyao was not using the gold-type true energy, but it was really boring to pay attention to this now. Even the stereotyped Elder Zhong just pursed his mouth and didn't say anything else.

"One firewood is easy to break, and ten firewood is together, and it is not so easy to break when it comes together."

Just when Zhongyao was about to make a copycat allusion, an accident happened.

The wooden frame was fluffy and the firewood was broken, spewing out pieces of broken wood.

Zhongyao held his back basket and froze on the spot, and his whole person turned into a sculpture.

After all, it was a simulated wood-type true qi, and the control was not pure enough, and the performance accident!

The hall fell silent again, and the atmosphere on the scene was extremely awkward. Ji Xiaozhu and Zhong Zhiwei both covered their mouths and giggled.

"There is still a good root!"

The little maid Wang Mali came to life and picked up a piece of firewood from the ground.

It was a branch that had not dried, very thin and intact, but it had burst out.

"I understand what Uncle Yao means!"

Wang Mali waved his branch and said proudly: "One person is fragile. When ten people unite, one can survive!"

Everyone couldn't hold it in, and there was a burst of laughter in the hall.

Zhongyao looked at Ji Xiaozhu in the corner, and the two conveyed a deep tacit understanding.

Yes, at least one can survive, with hope.

"Shancun, follow your grandpa and start moving immediately!"

With Zhongyao's order, the plan finally began to move towards reality.

Elder Zhong, Zhong Zhiqiang, Zhong Shancun, the three grandsons in front and the others behind, flocked out to do things separately.

This plan is too subversive, but Zhongyao is not worried about being boycotted by his tribe members.

The Zhong family... or everyone in Zhongjiabao has two advantages. One is to solve problems first. After all, being adjacent to the demon nightmare is to make a living, and even more shocking, as long as you do not destroy the fundamental principles of being a human being, you dare to do it.

Another point is that when you have a resolution, you will have no other intentions and work hard. Just like the inheritance of the Zhong Family Fortress Lord is the father who dies and the son who inherits the father and his son, living in such a place will not allow internal struggles.

Ji Xiaozhu thoughtfully pulled Zhong Zhiwei away. Zhong Yao left the hall and walked towards the study outside.

Zi Luo, who had been hiding honestly on the road, finally spoke, and she said in a low voice: "You are not him."

Zhong Yao ignored this guy, and must have remembered something, but he never said it.

"He wouldn't say something like Yichai Yizhe and Shichai Tongxin. He treats himself as the whole world."

"If he were you, he wouldn't think about who to work with him at all, he would just rely on himself."

"If he feels that he can't stand it, he will feel that he is not strong enough, or that the world is wrong."

Zi Luo said quietly: "Maybe this is why he never came, but you came."

Zhong Yao still couldn't help it: "Remember him? Can you ask if he is a human or a demon, what he looks like, is he more handsome than me?"

Zi Luo sighed: "It's very vague and fragmentary, as if it's like her parents."

She chuckled again: "Are you jealous? Even if I still remember him, it is also the memory of my predecessor. Now I am the new purple loli, a... In your words, a fresh loli."

Zhong Yao was about to argue that this had something to do with jealousy, but Zi Luo called softly: "Zhong Yao..."
Chapter completed!