The Sect of the Xuanmen in the World

He remembered the peach blossom forest he saw when he was lying in the river before, which always gave him a strange feeling, but he couldn't say something was wrong. In short, it was very strange.

There is also this village, I don’t know if it’s because of its bad geographical location or for some other reasons. The village always gives people a smoky feeling, especially at night, the cold air penetrates into the bone marrow, making people shivering.

When every household here is dusk, the sun starts to make fire and cook before the sun sets. By night, it is already the gate that is not out of the door, as if there is something terrifying in the dark night.

Just when Ling Tian was thinking about things, the old village chief’s wife came over. She brought Ling Tian two thick quilts. While making the bed, she said: "Child, it's cold in the village at night. You were just caught from the river during the day. You must be weak. I've put a thick quilt on you so that you won't feel cold until midnight."

The old village chief's wife is a very kind-hearted person. She couldn't help feeling sympathy when she saw Ling Tian was a little baby, alone and as a stranger in a foreign land, she couldn't help but feel sympathy.

She pulled Ling Tian and chatted about family matters. Ling Tian looked at the kind-hearted old man in front of him, and a warm current couldn't help but rise in his heart.

Since the family went west, the old lady has been so concerned about him for so long.

According to the old man, her husband's surname is Zhang, and she is proficient in mysterious arts. She has been a Feng Shui master for generations. If there is any strangeness, something wrong, or something about building a land or building a building, she will ask her husband to come and take a look.

The old village chief has a very high prestige in the village. To describe it in an inappropriate word, it is the "local emperor". However, the old village chief is upright and has a good personality, and he has nothing to say to the villagers. Everyone respects him very much, and no one can replace his weight in the village.

According to the old man, the old village chief's ancestor was once a master of enlightenment. It is said that he was an immortal. He had his cultivation and skills and his magical powers, and his magical powers were even more shocking. He could change the world and change the world. The fingers and palms were sliding, and the stars were slid. The wind blowing between his sleeves could move the avenue.

Ling Tian was so shocked that he couldn't speak. According to what the old man said, this is not a fairy family, it is clearly a saint.

However, Ling Tian didn't believe the old man's words too much. How could the descendants of the saint be a mortal? This is simply unreasonable.

Faced with Ling Tian’s doubts, the old man shook his head and said, “This is not clear. According to the clan history records, we are the bloodline left by our ancestors before they attain enlightenment. After our ancestors attain enlightenment, they wandered in the void and did not return until their later years.”

"In my later years? Will the saints also get old one day?"

Ling Tian was a little confused. This state was too far from him and he really didn't understand.

The old man took a sip of tea and continued: "The ancestors returned to the family in their later years and created the Xuanmen, writing all their magical powers into a book. Unfortunately, the descendants were unworthy and lost this priceless divine book."

"Slowly, what did you just say? Xuanmen was founded by your ancestors?"

Ling Tian wondered if his ears had heard it wrong, and he seemed to have heard something earth-shaking.

"Yes, Xuanmen, is there any problem?"

The old lady looked at Ling Tian for some unknown reason, wondering why he was so disobedient.

"Nothing, you continue to say, can you focus on the Xuanmen? I'm more curious."

Ling Tian was a little lost and sat down in the bed, comforting himself in his heart. Perhaps it was not what he thought, but the name was the same.

"If you want to hear Xuanmen, I'll tell you, but I don't know much, my wife knows very well."

The old lady took another sip of tea and continued, "I tell you that the ancestors did not come from this world, they are said to come from the Three Thousand Worlds. After he created the Xuanmen, because of his mysterious means and supernatural powers, he was respected by the world as Master Zhang Tianshi and respected the Xuanmen Sect in the world."

"Shi Zhang Tian..."

Ling Tian was shocked. He was so familiar with the title of Tianshi Master. All the monks who came out of the outside world regarded themselves as Tianshi Master. Unexpectedly, the ancestors were actually here.

Ling Tian was shocked for a long time. The Xuanmen Sect in the world is actually in a human home. The one sitting in front of him is actually the wife of the descendants of the Xuanmen ancestors.

Although the ancestor of Xuanmen is no longer alive, his unpredictable magical powers must have been left behind. As a direct descendant of the ancestor of Xuanmen, no one knows the various wonderful methods of the ancestor of Xuanmen better than him.

"God's will!"

Ling Tian sighed in his heart. When he came here to this world, he met the descendants of the ancestor of Xuanmen. This was God giving him the opportunity to practice Xuanmen’s magical powers. Such opportunities really cannot be asked for, and he must seize them well.

"The ancestors wrote all their magical powers in a book, and they planned to spread them to future generations. As a result, this book is too evil and cannot tolerate heaven and earth. It has disappeared into the long river of history, and it is difficult to find any trace."

Speaking of this, the old lady sighed deeply.

At this moment, the old village chief came back in turmoil. He picked up the kettle on the table, took a few big mouthfuls before sitting down panting, saying, "It's getting late, so don't disturb the child's rest. We'll get up early tomorrow."

When the old lady heard this, she didn't say much, but just told Ling Tian not to run around at night, and then left.

After the old village chief and his wife left, Ling Tian also blew the lights and went to bed to prepare for rest.

This village is indeed a bit weird. It looks like a fairyland on earth during the day, but after night falls, there is a sense of evil in the air. It is a bit cold at night, and the cold air penetrates into people's bones.

At midnight, Ling Tian was awakened by a noise outside. He tossed and turned on the bed and couldn't sleep, and felt restless all over. Finally, Ling Tian simply stopped sleeping, got up and lay down by the window and looked out. In the dark night, there seemed to be something vaguely, as if someone was whimpering, or like the rustling leaves, which gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.

Ling Tian pursed his lips and remembered the instructions of the old village chief and his wife. He suppressed his curiosity and decided not to go out. If he hadn't had no cultivation now and was no different from mortals, Ling Tian would have to go out to find out.

There was nothing wrong all night, and the next morning, just dawn, the old village chief left his home and headed straight to the east of the village.
Chapter completed!