Upon hearing Lu Yunqi's words, Ye Xingli's brows, which had been furrowed with gloom, twitched slightly.
He seemed to have found a slight respite from the solemnity, but his expression remained as heavy as ancient, cold iron, pressing down on everyone's hearts.
He knew perfectly well that this matter was no ordinary one and was of great importance.
Without hesitation, he turned around as fast as lightning.
His gaze was sharp and piercing, as if it could penetrate the darkness, and fell directly on a soldier beside him who was focused and ready to go at any moment.
His gaze held both the authority of a general and an urgency, and his tone left no room for argument.
The voice was as loud and urgent as a booming bell: "Quickly prepare incense and candles."
Although they do not have a deep and unwavering faith in Buddhism in their daily beliefs and conduct.
However, when King Jinrui Zhao mentioned Buddhism, the respect and awe that naturally flowed from his words were as bright as shining stars, clearly discernible and overflowing from his words.
Furthermore, King Zhao, in an extremely solemn tone, elaborated in detail, drawing on a wide range of sources and explaining in a simple and profound way, the deep and long-standing Buddhist doctrine of compassion.
That doctrine is like the warm spring sun, shining on all things in the world, advocating respect and care for all life.
At the same time, it also emphasized Buddhism's unwavering belief in the cycle of cause and effect, which is like an unchanging natural law, reminding us that good and evil will ultimately be rewarded.
This made Ye Xingli deeply understand that even if it was only out of respect for King Jinrui Zhao and the necessary caution and respect for an unknown faith, it was still necessary to act accordingly.
They must all approach this difficult situation with sincerity, respect, and caution.
Just moments later, a series of hurried but steady footsteps approached from afar, breaking the suffocating silence in the cellar.
A soldier rushed in, his footsteps like the drumbeat of fate, striking the tense nerves of everyone.
He held the incense and candles tightly in his hands, as if they were sacred objects carrying hope, redemption, and endless respect for the deceased.
His eyes revealed a hint of tension and focus, and his anxious expression seemed to convey to everyone the urgency and importance of the mission.
Ye Xingli hurriedly stepped forward, his steps urgent yet steady. He extended both hands and accepted the incense and candles with an extremely solemn and devout attitude.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the cellar was so heavy that it seemed to freeze the air.
As if drawn by an invisible force, everyone's gaze was focused on the incense and candles in Ye Xingli's hand, which carried a sense of reverence.
Ye Xingli turned around and joined Lu Yunqi and the others around him, who stood solemnly like statues.
His expression was as solemn as that of a priest about to perform a grand and sacred ceremony.
Their faces were filled with awe for the unknown and mourning for the deceased as they carefully lit incense.
The flickering flame, like a tenaciously beating heart in the darkness, leaped and shone, as if doing its utmost to dispel the long-standing evil and gloom that permeated the cellar.
As the flames gently licked the flames, wisps of smoke slowly rose, delicate and ethereal, like a dream.
It is as if an invisible and mysterious bond connects the realms of Yin and Yang.
It is as if the living are gently telling the suffering souls of the deceased in the afterlife that they have come here and express their deepest respect.
Ye Xingli took the first step, slowly kneeling down, his knees touching the cold cellar floor.
A bone-chilling cold, like a sharp arrow, pierced through my clothes and went straight to my heart.
But his expression grew even more solemn, as if the chill only strengthened his resolve to complete his mission.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze filled with sincerity and earnestness, like the stars in the deep night sky, quietly gazing at those "sculptures" that bore witness to innocent lives.
This gaze seems to transcend the boundaries of time and space, penetrating the cold and cruel shell to reach the tormented soul within, yearning for peace.
He took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, and slowly opened his mouth, his voice firm and clear, echoing like a great bell in the almost deathly silent cellar.
Every word seemed to be engraved with life itself, as heavy as a thousand pounds: "Ye Mouxingli, today's burning of incense and kowtowing is truly due to the circumstances, not my own intention."
Now, some thieves are acting recklessly and with audacity, using living people to fill the statues of you all when they are being made.
"I, Ye, now intend to remove the body from the body. I hope you will understand and forgive my intrusion."
Ye Xingli's words, like the resounding toll of a great bell, echoed for a long time in the closed cellar filled with the stench of decay.
Every word is filled with deep sorrow for the deceased and a burning hatred for the inhumane crimes committed.
As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere in the cellar instantly plummeted to freezing point, as if time itself had frozen in the oppressive atmosphere.
The crowd's expressions grew increasingly solemn, as if shrouded in a gloom, their eyes filled with deep reverence for the deceased.
And a strong indignation at this inhuman brutality, their gaze seemed capable of burning the sinful cellar to ashes.
Their movements were orderly and slow. They bowed deeply and performed the three kowtows with utmost piety and solemnity.
Each time he bowed his head, his skull almost touched the cold, dusty ground.
It was as if this was the most humble way to pay the deepest, most sincere and sorrowful condolences to those innocent souls who had passed away.
Their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were suppressing the surging grief and anger within them.
This silent yet deeply affectionate gesture conveys heartache and pity for the tragic fate of the deceased, a profound emotional resonance.
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