"His name is Lingjin. He lived in the same yard when he was a child." Qi Xueyan introduced the young man.

"He looks quite special." Lin Chao commented.

"Yeah." Qi Xueyan said, "Actually, he is not a member of the Daxia tribe, but a rare ethnic group, a tribe.

Of course, the feudal clan is actually the same bloodline as our Daxia clan.

However, during the Zhu Kingdom period, the high priest lineage was divided and became the current clan."

"Capitalized clan?" Lin Chao was slightly stunned, "It turned out to be a clan, and my grandmother is a clan member."

Lin Chao's grandmother died early and passed away when Lin Chao was five years old.

However, according to my mother, my grandmother escaped and was alone.

When he passed away, no one came from my grandmother's family.

My mother talked about this for a long time.

In the eyes of the older generation, if you have your mother’s family, you will feel at ease and you will have more confidence in your heart.

"It's quite a coincidence." Qi Xueyan said happily, "Because of Lingjin, I know a lot about the clan.

There are less than a thousand people in this nation now.

Maybe you and Lingjin are still related."

"Maybe." Lin Chao didn't care.

Grandma has passed away, and the past of the older generation has been overwhelmed by history.

"Do I want me to push his contact information to you?"

"No." Lin Chao smiled and refused.

He was not interested in the identity of Lingjin's clan.

What he was interested in was that this spiritual realm was likely to be related to the fifth person he had been looking for.

...

“It’s so weird.”

Ling Jin walked on the road, muttering in his mouth, feeling a little puzzled.

For some reason, when he saw the young man, he felt a special feeling in his heart.

Very strange.

Without thinking too much, Lingjin got on the bus.

Recently, he was feeling uncomfortable and he asked the school for a long vacation and was about to return home.

Half a day later.

Fengling Village.

Lingjin got out of the car and stretched comfortably.

The taste of my hometown is better.

Comfortable and at ease.

The entire Fengling Village is not large in area, only a few dozen families.

It can be said that almost half of the Feng tribes live in Fengling Village.

"Uncle Ling, it's early."

Ling Jin greeted the big man with a hoe on his back.

The big man grinned and smiled: "Xiaojin is back, come to my house to chat at night!"

"Okay." Ling Jin replied.

He continued walking on the path of shitty intestines.

His home is in the deepest part of Fengling Village.

Soon, an antique building appeared in front of him.

Lingjin showed joy on his face, he was his home.

"Dad, mom, I'm back."

He shouted, but no one in the room replied.

Seeing that the door was not closed, Ling Jin walked in.

At this time, an old woman appeared in front of Lingjin.

The old woman was wearing a gray linen and holding a string of beads in her hand, her eyes were a little cold: "Are you back?"

"Well, grandma." Ling Jin was a little scared when he saw the old woman.

The old woman is Lingjin's grandmother, the highest-ranking person in the family, and the highest-ranking person in Fengling Village.

Everyone in the village respects her very much.

However, Ling Jin always felt that his grandmother was nagging and was an old stubborn person.

I spent all day in the sacrificial hall in the backyard and didn't go out.

In the sacrificial hall in the backyard, it is not the ancestors who pay homage to them, but a piece of jade.

In the clan, there has always been a secret that has not been passed down.

The jade in the sacrificial hall is a spiritual accessories.

It is rumored that the ancestors of the clan were granted the supreme qualification to worship God.

This qualification is the entire clan who has the qualification to become a servant of the spirit.

The meaning of the existence of a clan is to serve the spirit.

Ling Jin disdained these things.

What era is it? What kind of spirit is there?

Where is the spirit?

I have never seen Lingjin before.

For so many years, the clan has always said to serve the spirit, but he has never seen the spirit before.

All the ancestral teachings are a scam and a joke.

As a result, grandma took it seriously.

Where is the spirit?

"Go to the sacrificial hall to sacrifice first, and then go back to the room." The old woman spoke, her voice unquestionable.

"Okay." Ling Jin was a little impatient.

The old woman glanced at her grandson and let out a long sigh.

"The qualifications that our ancestors finally asked for have been persisted for thousands of years, and they will definitely not be ruined in my hands!" The expression in the old woman's eyes was almost paranoid.

The clan ancestral teachings that can be passed down for thousands of years are not the self-consciousness of the clan members.

Ling Jin naturally didn't know what grandma was thinking, so he entered the back hall.

Looking at the beautiful temple, my eyes were a little impatient.

However, he was still in a proper manner, knocking three times and bowing nine times.

Just then, a voice came from beside him.

"Is this the sacrificial hall you have been talking about?"

A man covered in a black robe spoke.

His whole body seemed to be in the shadows.

Seeing this person, Ling Jin showed an excited expression on his face: "Yes.

Alas, my grandmother and those tribe members are really there. Every year, I come to the sacrificial hall to pay tribute to the jade, pray for the arrival of the spirit, and then become his servant.

It’s another story about whether the spirit exists or not. I feel that even if the spirit really exists, it is far inferior to you.”

The man in black robe smiled, his figure flashed, and he appeared in the front of the temple.

He looked at the jade and his eyes were calm: "This jade..."

"How is it?" Ling Jin asked.

This man in black robe is one of the... cultivators he has known recently.

Or, a visitor from another world.

In Lingjin's eyes, this visitor from another world is the real big shot.

The spirit in the mouths of our ancestors is just an illusory legend.
To be continued...