Strange Phenomena of Ancestor Worship

However, the earnestly worshiping villagers of Xiushui Village did not know that at this very moment, the entire graveyard mountain was undergoing a silent transformation.

Only Li Zhanying, who had been paying attention to this side from not far away, noticed the change.

Just as everyone was kneeling and kowtowing in mourning for their ancestors, a faint white light suddenly appeared around the entire mountain!

All the smoke from the incense merged into this faint white light. Then, the white light suddenly transformed into a giant hand, slowly caressing the tops of the heads of everyone on the mountain.

For a brief moment, Lin Xiao seemed to sense something. He tilted his head up slightly, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided against looking up and continued to lower his head, commemorating his ancestors in his heart.

Afterward, Li Zhanying saw that after gently caressing the heads of the Xiushui Village villagers, the giant hand turned into a formless mist and drifted rapidly toward Xiushui Village.

Finally, it gently scattered into every corner of the village.

Seeing this scene, Li Zhanying was quite shocked inwardly.

Could this... be the legendary manifestation of ancestors?

He had never believed in such things.

After all, if ancestors truly manifested, why had his powerful mother never appeared during the past thousands of years whenever their country faced critical junctures after her death?

Li Zhanying had always known that when a person died, they were dead.

The so-called spirits in heaven were nothing more than a way to comfort or warn the living.

For all this time, the grand royal sacrifices held every year were merely to deceive mortals.

All decisions were made by the living, racking their brains to achieve the best possible results with all their might.

But seeing the scene before him, Li Zhanying felt a little confused.

Could it be that ancestors truly manifested?

However, no one would give him an answer to this question now.

He forgot that those who had passed away were once living too.

Everyone climbs to higher peaks standing on the shoulders of their predecessors.

The foundation has already been laid, so how could one constantly hope for the ancestors to continue paving the way for their descendants?

The path ahead was now up to the living to walk themselves.

After the collective worship of the ancestors, it was time for each household to mourn their own relatives independently.

Lin Yun and Lin Xiao were, as usual, dragged by Lin Dayou to kneel and kowtow before their mother's grave. Then, Lin Dayou shooed the two of them away, sitting down in front of his wife's grave with a tender expression. He took out some of his wife's favorite snacks from his robes and began whispering sweet nothings to her.

Lin Yun and Lin Xiao were already accustomed to this.

The two brothers threw their arms around each other's shoulders and ran over to their grandparents' side, leaving this space for their parents.

Meanwhile, inside the Lingxian Sect.

Liao Pantu, nestled in his room, also took out a stick of incense and placed it into an exquisite incense burner on the nearby table.

Liao Pantu did not even know how many years it had been since he last worshiped his ancestors.

His hometown had long vanished in the river of time, now existing only in his memories.

If he had not been affected by the atmosphere of the village at the foot of the mountain today, he would not have even remembered to light a stick of incense for his ancestors.

Having cultivated for so long, he had almost forgotten that he, too, was born from a mother's womb.

He had mostly forgotten what his parents looked like.

Looking at the slowly rising smoke, Liao Pantu thought to himself, I do not know if you can receive this incense, but if you can, stop dawdling and hurry up to reincarnate. Your son is very formidable now, and life is great.

If you have the ability, bless me to become an immortal soon, so I can roam freely between heaven and earth.

Thinking of this, Liao Pantu could not help but laugh mockingly at himself.

If his parents truly had spirits in heaven and the ability to bless him to become an immortal, they would have attained the Dao and ascended long ago.

He then left the incense table, sat by the desk, and took out the storage ring and storage bag he had looted from that Nascent Soul cultivator earlier.

These were things he had not had the chance to give to Lin Xiao.

After thinking about it, he planned to give them to him during the New Year's Eve dinner tonight when everyone was together.

At this time, inside Mo Yuanjiao's room.

General Mo was leading Mo Yuanjiao in lighting incense and worshiping toward the north.

After the solemn worship, the father and son finally began to eat lunch.

Of course, it was mainly General Mo eating, with Mo Yuanjiao and Mo Que keeping him company.

Because on the battlefield, General Mo always ate and lived with his soldiers, so Mo Que always ate at the same table as him and Mo Yuanjiao, with no distinction between superior and subordinate.

At the dining table, Mo Yuanjiao hardly touched his chopsticks, instead chattering non-stop, boasting about their Lingxian Sect to his father in every aspect.

General Mo could not be bothered to pay attention to him, treating it as background noise for his meal.

However, he had to admit that the sect his youngest son had joined was indeed quite good.

It was not as if none of his brothers and sisters from his generation had joined the Three Great Sects, but he had never heard of elders from a family being brought into a sect as guests for a short stay.

The prerequisite was passing the Questioning Heart Path.

Thinking of the Questioning Heart Path, General Mo recalled how he was awakened by the peach blossom tree at the mountain entrance yesterday, only to be immediately pulled into the Questioning Heart Path by a massive suction force.

He felt as if he had lived an entire lifetime inside.

From a newborn to old age.

When he woke up from the dream, he thought a long time had passed, but according to his son and Mo Que's testimony, he had only been inside for a quarter of an hour.

Thinking of that overly realistic life he had experienced, a sense of awe toward this sect could not help but rise in General Mo's heart.

Recalling his various choices in the dream, coupled with his son's continuous descriptions of the character and conduct of everyone in their sect, he gained a certain understanding of this sect's ethos.

Turning to look at the still exuberant Mo Yuanjiao, General Mo felt that his youngest son had perhaps found a sect with a very bright future.

It was also from Mo Yuanjiao's mouth that General Mo learned that the so-called immortals and immortal sects were not all as arrogant toward mortals as the Three Great Sects.

It turned out that cultivating immortality did not necessarily mean abandoning the mortal world.

Adhering to the principle of not speaking while eating, General Mo only put down his bowl and chopsticks and spoke to Mo Yuanjiao after swallowing the last bit of food in his mouth:

"Yuanjiao, I wonder if your Sect Master has time. I would like to visit him for a brief chat."

Hearing this, Mo Yuanjiao was very happy. His father actually wanted to chat with his Senior Brother Sect Master! This meant he was moved!

However, thinking of Lin Xiao's busyness, he did not agree immediately.

"Dad, my Senior Brother Sect Master is a bit busy, and I do not know when he will be free either. Wait for me to ask him for you tonight."

General Mo nodded gently and said:

"No rush, no rush. Whenever he has time is fine. By the way, have you made it clear to the sect about my arrival? I want to stroll around tomorrow."

Hearing his father propose to stroll around, Mo Yuanjiao's eyes immediately lit up, and he nodded frantically:

"Yes, yes, I told Senior Brother Sect Master about this half a year ago. He said long ago that when my family comes, as long as a place is not locked, they can visit freely!"