Chapter 88 Prayer
Chu Songjun lifted the quilt.
Hesitantly climbed out of bed.
I ran over and stood on tiptoe to try to pick it up.
No.
In the shadow, Dalang reached out and grabbed Chu Songjun's hand. He felt waves of fear.
He couldn't help but be speechless.
But he still patted Dalang's hand soothingly.
She lowered her voice and muttered to herself, "Maybe when I got out of bed to chase after Wang Bo, I accidentally brought the doll out, and it was swept under the bed. Sister Songzhi saw it and casually put it on the antique shelf."
Chu Songjun paused and pursed his lips.
Then he continued to comfort her: "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
But this is clearly not enough.
Dalang's bloody skull emerged from the shadows, and he looked up with a longing look in his eyes.
He and the ghosts were in tune with each other, not to mention that Dalang was himself in his previous life. Even if he didn't say anything, Chu Songjun could understand what Dalang meant. He sighed, "Okay, let's sleep together tonight."
He babbled, "Let me make a promise first, no blood or brains on the bed!"
Dalang nodded excitedly and took out a hood from somewhere and put it on his head. He was a ghost anyway and had died long ago and didn't need to breathe.
Chu Songjun struck a pose, hugged his friend who was older than him into his arms, and patted him gently.
Dalang hugged Chu Songjun's waist happily.
It's almost the same as holding a piece of ice to cool off on a hot day.
It feels very comfortable.
But in this case, the quilt had to be covered properly, so Chu Songjun pulled the quilt that was originally only covering her stomach over.
She rolled around while hugging Dalang, and then they both wrapped themselves in the quilt and rolled up twice.
Go to sleep!
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The ghosts of his parents are sleeping deep in Chu Songjun's shadow.
Chu Songjun had no idea how they got in.
His gift is "There's Someone Behind Me", and he can only summon his past life, and the summoned past life can live in his shadow.
And because it is essentially "yourself", when you control it, you are not only in tune with the other person's thoughts, but you can also do it with ease, without having to pay any more cost.
It's just that controlling ghosts requires energy. To put it in more understandable terms, it's the blue bar in the game. A child's blue bar is only that long. It only costs about 1 point to summon the previous life, but if you summon your parents, the blue bar will be almost drained in an instant.
When the emotions are aroused and the blue bar is not enough, the red bar will be drawn.
This is why he suddenly vomited blood before.
His parents are now extremely ferocious ghosts, and he cannot use them easily.
Chu Songjun woke up and stood up.
Dalang in his arms was still sleeping soundly.
Dalang used to be a spoiled child. All his relatives and friends regarded him as a treasure, which nurtured his lively personality.
While all other past lives were huddled in the shadows and melancholy.
This lively young ghost has already begun to enjoy life.
Ordinary people cannot actually see ghosts when their yang energy is sufficient. In order for them to be seen walking in the world, they usually need external force.
But it is still possible to do small things like creating bloody hand prints, bloody words, and moving things out of thin air.
Dalang was often careless and would rub his brain against corners, and sometimes he had to walk over with his short legs to wipe it to avoid scaring his parents.
However, compared to the frequency of Dalang's coming out when he was in the wooden house, he has become much more restrained in the Chu family, and his activities are limited to his bedroom.
From what Dalang said, it seems that because the Chu family is blessed by a master, he is afraid that he will be killed accidentally because of the talismans placed around his bedroom.
Chu Songjun had sensed something about this long before.
As a family of aristocrats living in a strange world, how could they not have some means and skills of self-defense?
When the ghost appeared that day, they did not blame him, but just persuaded him earnestly that parents always want the best for their children and it was his blessing to have such an opportunity.
I was afraid that he would get tired of these and be afraid of them.
Chu Songjun just thought that they were well-informed and had a strong ability to accept things, so he easily accepted his weirdness.
The sky was bright in the morning.
Chu Songjun sent Dalang back into the shadow.
He pulled back the quilt and was about to stand up when he suddenly stopped.
The tiger doll from yesterday was placed next to the pillow of his bed, close to the wall and almost next to his head. Its pair of green eyes were staring at the depression in the middle of his pillow.
Chu Songjun glanced at the antique display cabinet hesitantly, and then measured the distance between the two objects with his eyes for a moment.
"Sister Songeda! Sister Songeda!"
He stared at the tiger puppet and shouted repeatedly.
Songzhi hurriedly ran into the room from outside the screen: "Master! What do you want me to do?"
Chu Songjun pointed at the tiger puppet and asked, "Sister Songzhi, did you put it here?"
Songzhi stepped forward and took a closer look, then said with a smile, "It's me, sir. What's wrong?"
She tried to imitate her actions the night before: "I got up yesterday to see if your quilt was properly covered. I happened to see it lying alone on the ground. I guess it fell there at some point."
"I'll put it back for you."
"What's wrong?" Songzhi asked worriedly, "Is there something wrong with this puppet?"
Chu Songjun slowly reached out and pinched the tiger puppet.
The tiger puppet was limp, and even when he pinched it, it still looked harmless.
What's up with this puppet?
Songzhi lowered her head and thought for a moment, then glanced at the puppet obscurely and said quickly, "Sir, I will help you put it away."
Chu Songjun nodded.
Although I don't know what this puppet is, it's best to take it away for the sake of my life.
Songzhi asked the servants waiting outside the room to come in and help Chu Songjun wash and dress.
Dalang woke up at some point. He leaned over the bed and watched Songzhi take away the tiger doll. He tilted his head and thought for a while, then he made a gesture and followed him out.
Chu Songjun nodded slightly.
Although there are many talismans around Chu Songjun's courtyard, Dalang is not a good person either. He is also a fierce ghost born from an unjust death.
It's just that he was very young when he died, and he had never killed anyone, so he could only be an air conditioner, not a freezer that could freeze people to death.
When he passed by, people around him would just feel like a cool breeze.
Inexplicably, it is quite suitable for stalking others.
Songzhi smiled and opened the bedroom door, and ordered: "Keep a close eye on him, don't make him feel uncomfortable. Wait for him to finish washing up, feed him the warm soup in the kitchen, and after he finishes eating, send someone to find Doctor Wang to check his pulse."
Seeing that the servants all agreed, she walked out of the courtyard with the tiger doll.
Dalang quickly brushed past the attendant who entered the house and followed Songzhi.
Holding the tiger doll, Songzhi walked calmly along the corridor, through the front yard, out of Chu Songjun's courtyard, and turned into a road, smiling and greeting the maids passing by along the way.
Dalang tried hard to keep up by following the shade of the tree, but was soon blocked by a talisman. He stood under the shade of the tree, looking out curiously at Songzhi's back as he left.
He pursed his lips, a little annoyed that he had lost track.
The pile of fallen leaves under the shade of the big tree was disturbed by a gust of cool wind that rose up for no reason. They were blown into the air, spun around, and then floated down dizzily.
Chu Songjun had already eaten the porridge cooked in the kitchen. When she saw Dalang coming back, she quickly stole a piece of rice cake from the table and held it in her hand while the servants were not paying attention.
After all, I’m not very familiar with using chopsticks at this point, so I can only try it out as I go.
Chu Songjun threw the rice cake into the shadow calmly.
Dalang couldn’t actually taste it, but the sweetness of the rice cake and its texture were still in his memory.
After coming to the Chu family, he often coveted rice cakes.
Chu Songjun completed this series of small movements smoothly, pretended to cough lightly, and drank a sip of water.
Dalang whispered in his ear while chewing on a rice cake.
"North?"
The small courtyard to the north of Chu Songjun is Zheng Yuanying's residence.
I guess he went to ask Zheng Yuanying for advice.
Chu Songjun almost breathed a sigh of relief, but then couldn't help coughing.
He could see the sincerity of the Chu family towards him.
Sure enough, after Doctor Wang finished his diagnosis and chatted with him in the courtyard for a while about things that did not involve family secrets and would not cause him to lose his head, Aunt Ying went up to the courtyard and moved all the dolls away.
He also brought a few pieces of calligraphy and placed them in four directions of the bedroom.
After having lunch with him.
Chu Bingtian probably skipped his work at the Dali Temple and returned home early.
The two of them stayed with Chu Songjun for quite a while.
Chu Bingtian read to him some detective stories he had compiled.
He hugged Chu Songjun and said, "My son, these days are not peaceful. Why don't we go and ask for the blessing of our ancestors?"
"Ancestors' blessing?"
Chu Songjun was a little confused: "Uncle, what is this ancestral blessing?"
"My son, I will explain it to you in detail." Chu Bingtian ignored Chu Songjun's address and said, "Why can our Yuzhang Chu family be a thousand-year-old family? It depends on the good deeds of our ancestors. If we pay homage to our ancestors, they will bless us. Our Chu family has served in the Dali Temple for generations. We have countless ancestors who are gods and immortals. We can all light incense and pray for their blessings."
Chu Bingtian sighed slightly: "My son, you are the only son of our Yuzhang Chu family now. If anything goes wrong with you, the Chu family cannot afford the risk. I have noticed many attacks against you recently. I am afraid that someone is deliberately making things difficult for you."
"Thinking about it this way, the cause of death of Zheng Ze and Zhi Qing is still unknown, and it is inevitable that they are suspected of being involved."
"Today at midnight, I will open the ancestral hall to offer sacrifices to your ancestors and pray for your safety!"
Chu Songjun thought about it and asked again and again.
The so-called "blessing from ancestors" is actually equivalent to the sword cultivator going to the sword tomb to retrieve the sword in the immortal cultivation literature.
Under normal circumstances, the person praying must be over ten years old before he can enter the ancestral hall to pray.
Children who wish to pray must hold incense sticks and bow with each step as they walk through the ancestral hall from the main entrance to the cushion placed in front of the tablet.
A stick of incense is placed in front of each tablet. If the ancestor is willing to protect the child before the person praying walks to the kneeling cushion, the incense and candle in front of the tablet will ignite without fire.
The more incense sticks are lit, the more the ancestors favor the person praying.
There was once a man of extraordinary talent in the history of the Chu family. Although he was only from a side branch, he somehow got the opportunity to enter the ancestral hall. The head of the family who made this decision soon proved that he had a good eye for talent.
Half of the ancestors lit candles for that genius on the way to the futon.
Afterwards, the genius lived up to everyone's expectations and made the Yuzhang Chu family the most prominent family in the Xuanyuan Dynasty of Xizhou, which lasted for a hundred years.
However, if one fails to receive protection the first time one prays, one can only practice diligently the following year and try again.
Each person has only three chances to pray for blessings. If one fails to gain recognition from the ancestors, he or she will basically lose the chance to have real power in the family.
Chu Bingtian recounted his experience of praying for help, and his blood boiled with passion and saliva flew everywhere. When he was excited, he widened his eyes and held Chu Songjun's thin shoulders.
Appreciation, love, enthusiasm, recognition, all kinds of emotions are intertwined together.
I don't know why my uncle is so optimistic about him, Chu Songjun thought to himself.
"My son! Don't worry," he gently touched Chu Songjun's face: "The ancestors will understand..."
"You must be the hope for the Chu family's future glory!"
Chu Songjun widened his eyes slightly.
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