Fang Xiaohe's remarks were beyond everyone's expectations. No one thought that she would agree to worship the gods. As a result, no one could say anything to refute, looking at each other, at a loss.
Lu Fanli worshiped the gods, and now Fang Xiaohe also said to follow the rules. Fang Xiaohe took the key from his body and handed it to the maid beside him, asking her to go to the ancestral hall to fetch the gods.
The ancestral hall of Tsing Yi Tower is actually not an important place, it is usually used to worship the ancestors of the ancestors. The so-called fetish is nothing but a small box, and it is called a fetish because it was left behind by the patriarch. For many years, this small box has always been in the ancestral hall, and some people worshiped the gods several times before and after, but in the end, the box was not opened.
The maid took the key, and it didn't take long before she retrieved the fetish. I looked at it, and it was indeed a small box, antique in appearance, it should be sandalwood, with varnish on the outside. Although the box is not locked, there is an inconspicuous trace on the gap between the box body and the lid. That trace is the seal left by Master Tsing Yi Lou personally.
Since this box was left, it has never been opened until now.
"The fetish is here, worship." Fang Xiaohe took out a piece of silk as white as snow, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said, "Let's see if you really have a relationship with Patriarch."
The small wooden box was on the coffee table in front of him, and the hall masters all consciously flashed aside. At this moment, I was a little nervous, I couldn't tell, I didn't know why, anyway, my forehead was sweating all the time.
"Brother, come closer." Lu Fan gently pushed me behind.
I walked two steps forward, only one step away from this small box, and I didn't know how to worship the fetish.
Click...
I was about to turn my head and ask Lu Fan. The small box in front of me suddenly opened, and I heard the sound of the lid opening. The imperceptible seal seemed to have turned into strands of dust and filled it. In the air.
There was silence in the chamber, and everyone looked at this scene in a daze. No one could think of it, not even myself, that I just stood in front of this box, and the box was actually opened.
"Really! Really have a relationship with the Patriarch!" Lu Fan first came to his senses: "The seal has disappeared! The box is also opened!"
Qiao Sanyue and the others were dumbfounded, but Fang Xiaohe still didn't seem to have any expression on his face. I was also shocked, and stood there blankly, at a loss.
After a while, Fang Xiaohe got up from the seat, walked gently to the coffee table, held up the opened box with both hands, and brought it to me.
"Since you have a fate with Patriarch, this god is yours."
I reached out blankly and took the box. At this time, everyone was curious. The so-called gods have been unopened since the ancestor left behind. No one knew what exactly was in the box. Everyone craned their necks, wanting to see what is in this small box that has been circulating in Tsing Yi Tower for more than 100 years.
The box’s seal disappeared, and it became no different from an ordinary box. I slowly lifted the opened lid completely, and suddenly, a breath of time and years, like a silent tide, rushed over my face.
In this box, it seems to be full of time washed away
After the taste. The box was originally small, and the contents in it were limited. I saw a flute in the box, but nothing else.
"It's a flute..."
"This is the divine object left by the Patriarch?"
The little flute, less than a foot long, is made of green bamboo. The flute has kept its original appearance, perhaps because it has been played for too long. The surface of the flute is as smooth as a mirror. I picked up the flute and started heavy.
Everyone was a little disappointed, but if I thought about it again, I was relieved. The ancestor of Tsing Yi Building established a school back then, but he did not seek fame and fortune, he was indifferent by nature, and usually did not keep personal wealth. After the autopsy, all the relics except this box, that is, a few sets of clothes.
The god fetish is not a god fetish, it may be a bamboo flute that the ancestor often played and kept, nothing more.
"Little brother worships a fetish, he is a person recognized by the ancestor." Lu Fan stood beside him for a while, and said to everyone: "According to the rules of our Tsing Yi Tower, the god fetish recognizes the lord and is the owner of the Tsing Yi Tower."
The rules of Tsing Yi Tower were originally like this, but as soon as Lu Fan said what he said, the dizzy hall masters suddenly woke up again. Although everyone did not yell against it, from their eyes and expressions, it can be seen that they are 10,000 reluctance.
However, when the sky fell, there was a tall man against it. At this moment, everyone's heart is clear that this matter has something to do with them, but it has a bigger relationship with Fang Xiaohe. Therefore, no one spoke, just waiting for Fang Xiaohe to speak.
"What are you guys looking at me for?" Fang Xiaohe saw everyone's eyes, looked at him both lightly and secretly, smiled faintly, and said, "Everyone knows the rules left by the Patriarch, worshiping gods and gods. Recognizing the owner is the owner of our Tsing Yi Tower."
Everyone was dumbfounded once again, and no one would have thought that Fang Xiaohe not only let me worship the gods so happily, but after the box was opened, he actually asked me to be the owner of the Tsing Yi Building according to the rules of the patriarch.
"But..." Qiao Sanyue couldn't help it after all, and said below: "But he is not from our Tsing Yi Tower..."
"That's right." A man who was about 30 years old sat next to Qiao Sanyue, sipped his tea, and said: "I am not a Tsing Yi Lou, who is the owner of Tsing Yi Lou. Who will recognize him? Who will listen to him? The order? Everyone is going to work independently, and in the end it will become a mess of sand. At that time, our Tsing Yi Building will be gone."
The man in his thirties hasn't spoken much, but what he said directly touched everyone's hearts.
This man is the head of the Jiuyue Hall of Tsing Yi Tower, named Mu Qingqiao. The person is handsome, and has good skills, and is quite resourceful.
"Everything is done by human beings. The ancestor of our Tsing Yi Tower, at first, only sang in Liyuan." Lu Fan retorted: "I said that according to the rules, now that we worship the gods, we don't admit it?"
"No, no." I didn't wait for Qiao Sanyue and Mu Qingqiao to talk again, and quickly replied: "I was just watching the excitement, and I didn't want to do anything. "
"Then you just go straight, what are you doing here?" Mu Qingqiao looked at me with a smile, and said: "Now, it's just because of the Lord Lu.
Speaking for you? "
"I'm just speaking impartially, I don't have my own selfishness." Lu Fan looked at Mu Qingqiao, he was slightly angry, and it was not easy to attack.
"Everyone knows what Lu Ye is." Mu Qingqiao said with Erlang's legs upright, "However, what Lu Ye did this time is beautiful. The host is in the high position, maybe, let Lu Ye be the head of the December Hall?"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" No matter how good Lu Fan is, he can't stand Mu Qingqiao's cynicism. At that time, he patted the table and stood up and shouted: "Who is the surname Lu? Everyone has their own opinions!"
Mu Qingqiao was not afraid, smiled to himself, and took a cup of tea. He is a man of arrogance. Although he is only the master of Jiuyuetang, he is a bit respectful except for Xiaohe, and he doesn’t put anyone in the eye. Even if Lu Fan still has eleven mothers, Mu Qingqiao dares. Tit for tat.
"Who is Lu Ye? Everyone knows in their hearts. After so many years, everyone has a private business, as long as they talk to Lu Ye, Lu Ye has never been slapped." Someone said next to him: "It's just... Lu Lord, you must help this person who has nothing to do with us to be the host this time. What exactly does it mean..."
"I'll say it again, no selfishness! It's completely in accordance with the rules of Tsing Yi Tower!" Lu Fan was repeatedly questioned, and he couldn't hold back his face anymore. Forget it, what do you need these rules to do!"
All the people talked about it, but they were all dissatisfied anyway. In the end, everyone could only look at Fang Xiaohe again.
"Ye Lu is right. There are no rules and no squares. The rules left by the ancestors are like this. There has been no owner in Tsing Yi Building, just waiting for people to recognize the gods." Fang Xiaohe and others stopped quarreling. Then he said slowly: "No one was born as a Tsing Yi Tower person. Didn't they all come in later? I want to follow the rules."
When Fang Xiaohe said so, everyone stopped talking. Confronting Lu Fan is already considered the limit, if even Fang Xiaohe also collided with him, it would be unreasonable.
"However, my little brother just came here, listening to the accent, he is from the north, and he is not familiar with us here, nor is he familiar with Tsing Yi Tower. I mean, Master Lu, please stay with him first. Be familiar with him. When the time is right At that time, everyone will worship him seriously again." Fang Xiaohe asked with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "At this time, I don't know the name of Brother Zun."
"My name is Bao Shisan." I didn't hide it either. Qiao Sanyue knew my name and origin from the beginning, so there was no need to hide it in front of the Tsing Yi building group.
"Bao Thirteen, a good name, a good name." Fang Xiaohe said: "My body is often ill, and I don't have much energy to handle the affairs of Tsing Yi Tower. Bao Ye, you have experience and experience, and take the position of the host. I can relax for a while."
"I..." I just wanted to speak, but Fang Xiaohe stood up again.
"Master Lu, these matters are entrusted to you."
Lu Fan replied. Although the people below were not convinced, they were helpless.
I was even more like in a dream. I didn't even know what was going on, so I became the owner of Tsing Yi Tower in a daze.
(End of this chapter) (End of this chapter)