Chapter 89 Ancestral Hall

"Uncle, calm down."

Chu Songjun shook his shoulders, trying to shake Chu Bingtian's hand off.

Zheng Yuanying also quickly glared at Chu Bingtian in a reproachful manner: "Be careful not to scare the child."

Chu Bingtian patted Chu Songjun's little shoulder. He was not affected at all, his face was still red. He clenched his fist excitedly and stood up: "My son! I dare not think about what will happen in the future!"

Zheng Yuanying wiped Chu Songjun's face.

The two looked speechlessly at Chu Bingtian, who seemed to be full of energy.

I think you have the guts to think like that.

The ancestral hall is located in the heart of the Chu clan's territory and has an unknown number of years of history.

Praying for blessings requires a lot of sacrifices, but Chu Songjun doesn't have to worry about these himself.

He only had to worry about how to walk smoothly through the dark ancestral hall.

There were many members of the Chu clan in the Chu clan's territory. Chu Songjun followed Zheng Yuanying and met them one by one. He was very fast. It didn't seem like they were recognizing his face, but rather that they were coming to recognize him.

On average, three in ten seconds. No matter what they call him, Chu Songjun only needs to say "Hello XX", and the rest of the people being called will handle it themselves.

No matter what these people thought in their hearts, as the eldest son of the Chu family, no one dared to look at him harshly, even though he was only a three-year-old child.

Instead, many people smiled broadly, trying to leave a friendly impression on him.

Rumor has it that the emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty was supported by 22 aristocratic families to found the country. After the Xuanyuan family became the royal family, the 22 aristocratic families became the top nobles.

From this we can see that the court is basically controlled by these aristocratic families, and the emperor is basically a mascot.

The Yuzhang Chu family is also one of these 22 families, but with the ups and downs in recent years, it is about to hit rock bottom.

But after all, a lean camel is bigger than a horse. Most of the 22 families are related to each other. The Chu family has only declined, but has not fallen out of the first echelon.

It's getting later and later.

It gets dark later in Xizhou. Chu Songjun calculated that it would start to get dark around the hour of Xu.

After he was carried out and examined, he stayed in the small courtyard, accompanied by Doctor Wang.

Doctor Wang doesn't drink alcohol, but prefers tea. He drinks tea and eats some snacks while complaining to Chu Songjun: "I will return to the palace as soon as you get better. You are a family of aristocrats, and the water is too deep."

Chu Songjun was weak, and the temperature difference between day and night was large. He wore a plush cape, and the cup in his hand was filled with warm water and some wolfberries. He coughed and said, "What is the depth of the water?"

Doctor Wang looked drunk from drinking tea. He snorted and laughed, then said in a daze, "Hey, you can't say it, you can't say it."

Chu Songjun shook his head and, while Doctor Wang wasn't paying attention, poured all the rice cakes on the small table into the shadow. Dalang in the shadow held up the mask that he had used as a head cover before and quietly caught the food from below. When the plate was put on the table again, it was already empty.

Chu Songjun drank a sip of water calmly and pretended that he had done nothing.

Then he reached out and shook hands with Dalang, reminding Dalang what to do.

Today, many friends woke up in the shadows, and were then frightened by the parents in red clothes deep in the shadows, and huddled together trembling.

Chu Songjun specially poured a lot of soft and glutinous cakes and asked Dalang to send them to them to comfort himself.

How can I not understand myself? I just like this.

"Ha—another one."

Doctor Wang smacked his lips, picked up the teapot and filled his own cup. He glanced casually at the table, feeling a little puzzled.

He raised his head and glanced suspiciously at the child who seemed to be indifferent, and the child smiled at him gently.

Hmm? This child, is he a little too fond of cakes? Eating so much at once, will he have indigestion?

Doctor Wang counted the number of empty plates on the table and thought silently.

Doctor Wang was thinking while about to drink tea. Just as his mouth touched the wall of the teacup, he shuddered all over his body as something living thing kicked his lips.

"***!" Doctor Wang poured the tea on the ground and cursed.

Chu Songjun paused his hand, coughed lightly, and turned to look at what Doctor Wang was doing. He saw the tea seeping into the ground, and a grasshopper lying on its back was waving its limbs and dancing wildly.

Doctor Wang wiped his mouth vigorously and said angrily, "Where did this bug come from?"

Chu Songjun stared at the dying grasshopper and his heart skipped a beat.

He got down hesitantly and walked to the tea.

The grasshopper was still struggling, and his shadow loomed over the grasshopper that was struggling to survive.

Chu Songjun narrowed his eyes.

A gray hand suddenly stretched out from the dark shadow and dragged the grasshopper in.

Chu Songjun looked around. The yard seemed a little empty. Sister Songzhi was standing nearby, handing a handkerchief to Doctor Wang to wipe his mouth.

The night wind blew coolly, and Chu Songjun felt a chill on his ankle. He looked down and saw a hand in the shadow tugging at his ankle, as if expressing its love for the "sweet cake".

Chu Songjun curled the corners of his mouth slightly, and then quickly calmed down.

The thing that played tricks with the puppet may not have left with the puppet, it is still here.

I hope that after praying for help, I can drive him away.

***

It was midnight, but he felt it was more like midnight.

Chu Songjun was wearing a black robe with the top hanging vertically, which looked extremely clean.

She took a bath and burned incense before wearing it, and her hair was slightly dried by the stove.

Standing alone in front of the ancestral hall, the gate of the Chu's ancestral hall was very tall and wide, like a cold giant beast that seemed to be examining his arrival.

There are no stars or moon this night.

The cold wind blew across the swaying lanterns, and their shadows seemed to come alive, swaying above the ground.

The lights on both sides of the gate slowly lit up.

I don't know who among the Chu family is singing with an old voice, as if he is clarifying his identity.

“Squeak—”

The door slowly opened.

A cold wind blew from the ground through the door.

Chu Songjun instantly realized what he should do.

It was dark inside the ancestral hall, with no lights.

Before the incense and candles are lit, only the three incense sticks in the hand have tiny flames.

The tiny sparks of fire distinguished his shadow from the darkness in the ancestral hall, flowing quietly like a river.

He needs to walk 99 steps, and after completing the steps, he will be able to touch the futon in the ancestral hall. If no ancestor responds, he still needs to kowtow three times and then insert incense sticks into the tripod in front of the futon.

Chu Songjun thought about it while taking his first step.

On this road, the gate will not be closed but open, but the others can only watch him leave from behind.

Chu Songjun suddenly heard a strange noise.

It was a bit like something fell and hit the ground.

Chu Songjun took the next step hesitantly.

After he stepped completely into the ancestral hall, he suddenly felt that something had changed.

That feeling is mysterious and very strange.

The incense stick was still burning, emitting a hazy smoke that was a bit spicy and choking. Chu Songjun felt an itchy throat.

He tried hard to hold back and just quickened his pace.

There were a few more sounds of things falling, and something fell to the ground.

But the others seemed not to hear it.

Some of the clansmen gathered in front of the ancestral hall were lamenting that the young man in front was walking so fast. They had to linger on the road for a while to wait for the ancestors' comments.

After he said this in a low voice, someone else answered, "The young master is very small, so even if he walks faster, it will be almost the same as a big kid walking slower."

“——”

Chu Songjun suddenly felt that his shadow was getting bigger.

Dalang suddenly stretched out a gray hand.

"call out--"

The fire suddenly burst into flames.

The light revealed a locust wood tablet with a name written on it in bright red cinnabar ink.

The clansmen standing by the ancestral hall door let out an uncontrollable cry.

Chu Songjun didn't have the heart to care about the lit incense and candles for the time being.

He just felt that his shadow was getting bigger and bigger.

Just like a balloon that has been inflated without knowing when, it is heading towards an uncontrolled explosion.

Chu Songjun was not sure whether these were related to this ancestral hall.

He quickened his pace, and sparks seemed to fly between his legs.

I just want to finish this prayer ceremony quickly.

As his footsteps fell step by step.

The incense sticks were lit one by one without hesitation.

The crowd, which had been exclaiming from time to time, completely stopped making any sound. Their excited, wide-open eyes were fixed on the small figure under the sky full of candlelight.

Everyone held their breath.

This kind of scene has never happened before!

This may be the first and only time in the history of the world!

The smell of the incense was too pungent, and Chu Songjun narrowed his tearful eyes subconsciously.

Crystal tears were sliding down his round outline into his collar.

“Bang—”

A heavier falling sound suddenly stopped Chu Songjun, who had been working hard.

He was taking the sixty-sixth step and stopped right in the center of the ancestral hall.

Chu Songjun raised his head hesitantly, and large patches of candlelight were reflected in his deep black eyes.

Those incense candles, some darker and some lighter, with swaying orange-red flames, were like a pair of scrutinizing eyes looking down at his face.

The tear in his eye suddenly fell as he raised his head.

That tear was like a drop of water falling into a lake or sea, blending into the shadow without hesitation.

Chu Songjun seemed to have realized something.

He held the incense in both hands.

Slowly lower your head.

His shadow almost covered the entire ground. Chu Songjun standing on it was like standing on a turbulent sea!

The incense sticks are still being lit.

Seeing the flames light up one after another, Chu Songjun suddenly widened his eyes.

Under his dark shadow, there seemed to be countless figures swimming like fish.

Forming a circle radiating outward, chasing his figure!

Chu Songjun could feel the excitement of each "self" in the shadow, and feel their inexplicable "excitement"!

These ancestral blessings seem to be strengthening the ghosts in the shadows!

And deeper in the shadows, a ghost is awakening.

The crimson light flowed along with the paths of the ghosts swimming around him!

“Bang—”

Everyone was shocked to see that a tablet had suddenly fallen to the ground.

"Song Jun! Hurry up and finish the rest of the way! Pay respect to the ancestors!"

Chu Bingtian suppressed the tribesmen who wanted to move forward and shouted at Chu Songjun.

Chu Songjun woke up with a start and strode forward, almost jogging.

The negative energy emitted by the ghost in the shadow became heavier, and the crimson light became brighter.

The fallen wooden signs knocked over the lit incense and candles. Countless wooden signs kept falling to the ground, and the candles that fell to the ground ignited the curtains in the ancestral hall.

The fire was blazing.

Chu Songjun took two steps at a time and jumped onto the futon.

Chu Songjun suddenly knelt down and kowtowed.

Countless wooden signs fell to the ground like a torrential flood, filling the ground in front of Chu Songjun.

Chu Songjun tried to ignore the growing flames, but the smoke from the fire was lingering in the ancestral hall, making him dizzy and his vision blurred.

As he kowtowed for the last time, he seemed to see a tablet rolling down in front of him. On the wooden tablet was the name "Chu Zhengjun" written in bright red cinnabar.

Chu Songjun's face turned pale and he stood up with trembling lips.

A surge of negative energy was emerging behind him.

The cold air froze my back until I lost feeling.

Two tall ghosts dressed in red walked out from the depths of Chu Songjun's shadow.

They were Chu Songjun’s parents who were sleeping deep in the shadows.

Their appearance caused a line of blood to slowly flow from the corner of Chu Songjun's mouth.

Chu Songjun tightened his face, endured the pain in his throat, and shouted loudly: "I, Chu Songjun."

Chu Songjun tried hard to ignore the chaos behind him and held the three incense sticks in front of him.

The blazing firelight was illuminating his face, even revealing some deep wrinkles on his tender cheeks.

He spoke word by word: "Pray to the ancestors of the Chu family for protection!"

In an instant, all the tablets fell to the ground with a crash.

In the half-burned ancestral hall.

Chu Songjun faced the empty front.

He knelt down and took two steps forward respectfully, then inserted the three incense sticks that were about to burn out into the cauldron in front of him.