Chapter 32: Hu’s Family Ancestral Hall
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Chapter 32 - Hu’s Family Ancestral Hall
A normal family wouldn’t be able to afford to hire an entire troupe to perform for their ancestors. The Hu family was considered the largest family in Wuli Gang, with a third of the village’s population sharing the same surname.
Li Huowang learned from Lu Zhuangyuan that the person who hired them to perform was not only from the richest family in Wuli Gang but also the eldest member of the Hu family, Hu Qinghe.
Currently, Li Huowang was walking with Lu Zhuangyuan toward the Hu family’s ancestral hall.
“Old man Hu has already guaranteed that nothing will happen. He has hired some other troupes before, and nothing happened to them either,” said Lu Zhuangyuan, trying to calm himself down.
Li Huowang just ignored that statement. As far as he was concerned, it was just something Lu Zhuangyuan was saying to reassure himself. He gingerly touched the bronze bell on his waist and sighed.
I should be fine since I have this. Still, I hope nothing ends up happening. Giving an order to a Wandering God would cost me three months of my lifespan.
They continued their journey through the village and soon arrived at the Hu family’s ancestral hall. The place was illuminated by many lanterns.
There were many people in the hall, so much so that Li Huowang was not even able to squeeze through the crowd. He tiptoed to assess the situation and saw a lot of people kneeling on the ground, lighting up incense sticks to pray to the black memorial tablets.
“Hey, that’s old man Hu. He invited us for a meal after we are done with the performance,” Lu Zhuangyuan said as he pointed toward the person standing closest to the altar at the front of the crowd. It was an old man wearing silk clothes.
After a while, the people stopped praying and respectfully took the memorial tablets belonging to their ancestors and placed them on the tables they had prepared beforehand. Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.
Soon, the hall was filled with their ancestral tablets that were placed on the tables.
There was a long table with many delicacies placed in front of all the memorial tablets. Li Huowang saw that they had prepared red candles, incense sticks, gold ingots, and yellow papers, placing them all in plates meant for their ancestors.
As if they were afraid that their offerings to their ancestors were not enough, there were even several paper dolls depicting them serving tea and water on both sides of the wall. They would most likely be placed next to the tables of the ancestors to serve them in the underworld.
“Old man Hu is so generous. To think that he would even hire a troupe to perform a show for his ancestors.”
“Yeah. No wonder old man Hu and those near him did not suffer from sickness and disasters these past few years. Looks like their ancestors are blessing them.”
The sound of instruments soon started to echo in the ancestral hall. The Lu family had started their performance while Li Huowang remained backstage.
Time slowly passed, and the entire Wuli Gang soon turned quiet as the villagers went to sleep. The village was completely dark, with the exception of the ancestral hall, which was brightly lit with lanterns.
This was the first time Li Huowang had seen a performance for the dead. He peeked through the curtain to observe the surroundings outside.
It was quite eerie, even for him. The stage was bursting with action, but no sound came from the audience. Not even a single clap. There were only rows of black memorial tablets engraved with the names of the ancestors and the offerings meant for them.
Still, this was nothing compared to the Zephyr Temple.
From the looks of it, the Lu family was still inexperienced when dealing with this situation. In just a few minutes, Lu Juren had forgotten his script numerous times due to his anxiety. Lu Zhuangyuan, who was playing the gong, also made mistakes out of nervousness.
As time passed, they started to adapt to the situation, and the show became smoother and smoother.
Amidst the silence of the night, the sound of their singing resonated loudly within the hall and even outside.
Soon, Li Huowang sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He got bored and started humming along with their singing.
Soon, it was 9 pm. Li Huowang understood now that the people here separated the night into different sections; so, 9 pm–11 pm would be the second section of the night,11 pm–1 am would be the third section, 1 am–3 am would be the fourth section, and 3 am–5 am would be the fifth section of the night. The rooster would usually start crowing at 5 am.
He yawned. For some reason, he was much sleepier than on other nights. Unfortunately, he couldn’t sleep for the night since Lu Zhuangyuan had already hired him. So, he took out the sacred text and slowly started to examine it, trying to combat his sleepiness.
This had been his habit for the past few days; every time he needed to stand guard during the night, he would start examining the sacred text. He examined it again and again, but other than confirming that it was indeed some sort of scripture, he hadn’t found anything else about it.
The second section of the night soon passed, and it was now the third section. The ancestral hall continued to remain normal as nothing unusual had happened.
Li Huowang raised his head, staring at Lu Zhuangyuan who was looking into the bronze mirror and doing his makeup.
His heart must be bleeding right now; he will have to pay me 6 pieces of silver for absolutely no reason.
He thought about it and figured that nothing would happen tonight. After all, this was the ancestral hall of the Hu family. The descendants of the Hu family had gone out of their way to invite the troupe to perform for their ancestors; there was no reason for the latter to cause any problems for them.
Just as Li Huowang had thought that tonight would be a peaceful night, something strange happened.
The singing came to a sudden stop without any warning.
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Chapter 32 - Hu’s Family Ancestral Hall
A normal family wouldn’t be able to afford to hire an entire troupe to perform for their ancestors. The Hu family was considered the largest family in Wuli Gang, with a third of the village’s population sharing the same surname.
Li Huowang learned from Lu Zhuangyuan that the person who hired them to perform was not only from the richest family in Wuli Gang but also the eldest member of the Hu family, Hu Qinghe.
Currently, Li Huowang was walking with Lu Zhuangyuan toward the Hu family’s ancestral hall.
“Old man Hu has already guaranteed that nothing will happen. He has hired some other troupes before, and nothing happened to them either,” said Lu Zhuangyuan, trying to calm himself down.
Li Huowang just ignored that statement. As far as he was concerned, it was just something Lu Zhuangyuan was saying to reassure himself. He gingerly touched the bronze bell on his waist and sighed.
I should be fine since I have this. Still, I hope nothing ends up happening. Giving an order to a Wandering God would cost me three months of my lifespan.
They continued their journey through the village and soon arrived at the Hu family’s ancestral hall. The place was illuminated by many lanterns.
There were many people in the hall, so much so that Li Huowang was not even able to squeeze through the crowd. He tiptoed to assess the situation and saw a lot of people kneeling on the ground, lighting up incense sticks to pray to the black memorial tablets.
“Hey, that’s old man Hu. He invited us for a meal after we are done with the performance,” Lu Zhuangyuan said as he pointed toward the person standing closest to the altar at the front of the crowd. It was an old man wearing silk clothes.
After a while, the people stopped praying and respectfully took the memorial tablets belonging to their ancestors and placed them on the tables they had prepared beforehand. Emerging from n0v@lbin☆, this material harbors clandestine details.
Soon, the hall was filled with their ancestral tablets that were placed on the tables.
There was a long table with many delicacies placed in front of all the memorial tablets. Li Huowang saw that they had prepared red candles, incense sticks, gold ingots, and yellow papers, placing them all in plates meant for their ancestors.
As if they were afraid that their offerings to their ancestors were not enough, there were even several paper dolls depicting them serving tea and water on both sides of the wall. They would most likely be placed next to the tables of the ancestors to serve them in the underworld.
“Old man Hu is so generous. To think that he would even hire a troupe to perform a show for his ancestors.”
“Yeah. No wonder old man Hu and those near him did not suffer from sickness and disasters these past few years. Looks like their ancestors are blessing them.”
The sound of instruments soon started to echo in the ancestral hall. The Lu family had started their performance while Li Huowang remained backstage.
Time slowly passed, and the entire Wuli Gang soon turned quiet as the villagers went to sleep. The village was completely dark, with the exception of the ancestral hall, which was brightly lit with lanterns.
This was the first time Li Huowang had seen a performance for the dead. He peeked through the curtain to observe the surroundings outside.
It was quite eerie, even for him. The stage was bursting with action, but no sound came from the audience. Not even a single clap. There were only rows of black memorial tablets engraved with the names of the ancestors and the offerings meant for them.
Still, this was nothing compared to the Zephyr Temple.
From the looks of it, the Lu family was still inexperienced when dealing with this situation. In just a few minutes, Lu Juren had forgotten his script numerous times due to his anxiety. Lu Zhuangyuan, who was playing the gong, also made mistakes out of nervousness.
As time passed, they started to adapt to the situation, and the show became smoother and smoother.
Amidst the silence of the night, the sound of their singing resonated loudly within the hall and even outside.
Soon, Li Huowang sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He got bored and started humming along with their singing.
Soon, it was 9 pm. Li Huowang understood now that the people here separated the night into different sections; so, 9 pm–11 pm would be the second section of the night,11 pm–1 am would be the third section, 1 am–3 am would be the fourth section, and 3 am–5 am would be the fifth section of the night. The rooster would usually start crowing at 5 am.
He yawned. For some reason, he was much sleepier than on other nights. Unfortunately, he couldn’t sleep for the night since Lu Zhuangyuan had already hired him. So, he took out the sacred text and slowly started to examine it, trying to combat his sleepiness.
This had been his habit for the past few days; every time he needed to stand guard during the night, he would start examining the sacred text. He examined it again and again, but other than confirming that it was indeed some sort of scripture, he hadn’t found anything else about it.
The second section of the night soon passed, and it was now the third section. The ancestral hall continued to remain normal as nothing unusual had happened.
Li Huowang raised his head, staring at Lu Zhuangyuan who was looking into the bronze mirror and doing his makeup.
His heart must be bleeding right now; he will have to pay me 6 pieces of silver for absolutely no reason.
He thought about it and figured that nothing would happen tonight. After all, this was the ancestral hall of the Hu family. The descendants of the Hu family had gone out of their way to invite the troupe to perform for their ancestors; there was no reason for the latter to cause any problems for them.
Just as Li Huowang had thought that tonight would be a peaceful night, something strange happened.
The singing came to a sudden stop without any warning.
Chapter 32 - Hu's Family Ancestral Hall A normal family wouldn't be able to afford to hire an entire troupe to perform for their ancestors. The Hu family was considered the largest family in Wuli Gang, with a third of the village's population sharing the same surname. Li Huowang learned from Lu Zhuangyuan that the person who hired them to perform was not only from the richest family in Wuli Gang but also the eldest member of the Hu family, Hu Qinghe. Currently, Li Huowang was walking with Lu Zhuangyuan toward the Hu family's ancestral hall. Old man Hu has already guaranteed that nothing will happen. He has hired some other troupes before, and nothing happened to them either, said Lu Zhuangyuan, trying to calm himself down. Li Huowang just ignored that statement. As far as he was concerned, it was just something Lu Zhuangyuan was saying to reassure himself. He gingerly touched the bronze bell on his waist and sighed. I should be fine since I have this. Still, I hope nothing ends up happening. Giving an order to a Wandering God would cost me three months of my lifespan. They continued their journey through the village and soon arrived at the Hu family's ancestral hall. The place was illuminated by many lanterns. There were many people in the hall, so much so that Li Huowang was not even able to squeeze through the crowd. He tiptoed to assess the situation and saw a lot of people kneeling on the ground, lighting up incense sticks to pray to the black memorial tablets. Hey, that's old man Hu. He invited us for a meal after we are done with the performance, Lu Zhuangyuan said as he pointed toward the person standing closest to the altar at the front of the crowd. It was an old man wearing silk clothes. After a while, the people stopped praying and respectfully took the memorial tablets belonging to their ancestors and placed them on the tables they had prepared beforehand. Emerging from n0v@lbin, this material harbors clandestine details.Soon, the hall was filled with their ancestral tablets that were placed on the tables. There was a long table with many delicacies placed in front of all the memorial tablets. Li Huowang saw that they had prepared red candles, incense sticks, gold ingots, and yellow papers, placing them all in plates meant for their ancestors. As if they were afraid that their offerings to their ancestors were not enough, there were even several paper dolls depicting them serving tea and water on both sides of the wall. They would most likely be placed next to the tables of the ancestors to serve them in the underworld. Old man Hu is so generous. To think that he would even hire a troupe to perform a show for his ancestors. Yeah. No wonder old man Hu and those near him did not suffer from sickness and disasters these past few years. Looks like their ancestors are blessing them. The sound of instruments soon started to echo in the ancestral hall. The Lu family had started their performance while Li Huowang remained backstage. Time slowly passed, and the entire Wuli Gang soon turned quiet as the villagers went to sleep. The village was completely dark, with the exception of the ancestral hall, which was brightly lit with lanterns. This was the first time Li Huowang had seen a performance for the dead. He peeked through the curtain to observe the surroundings outside. It was quite eerie, even for him. The stage was bursting with action, but no sound came from the audience. Not even a single clap. There were only rows of black memorial tablets engraved with the names of the ancestors and the offerings meant for them. Still, this was nothing compared to the Zephyr Temple. From the looks of it, the Lu family was still inexperienced when dealing with this situation. In just a few minutes, Lu Juren had forgotten his script numerous times due to his anxiety. Lu Zhuangyuan, who was playing the gong, also made mistakes out of nervousness. As time passed, they started to adapt to the situation, and the show became smoother and smoother. Amidst the silence of the night, the sound of their singing resonated loudly within the hall and even outside. Soon, Li Huowang sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He got bored and started humming along with their singing. Soon, it was 9 pm. Li Huowang understood now that the people here separated the night into different sections; so, 9 pm11 pm would be the second section of the night,11 pm1 am would be the third section, 1 am3 am would be the fourth section, and 3 am5 am would be the fifth section of the night. The rooster would usually start crowing at 5 am. He yawned. For some reason, he was much sleepier than on other nights. Unfortunately, he couldn't sleep for the night since Lu Zhuangyuan had already hired him. So, he took out the sacred text and slowly started to examine it, trying to combat his sleepiness. This had been his habit for the past few days; every time he needed to stand guard during the night, he would start examining the sacred text. He examined it again and again, but other than confirming that it was indeed some sort of scripture, he hadn't found anything else about it. The second section of the night soon passed, and it was now the third section. The ancestral hall continued to remain normal as nothing unusual had happened. Li Huowang raised his head, staring at Lu Zhuangyuan who was looking into the bronze mirror and doing his makeup. His heart must be bleeding right now; he will have to pay me 6 pieces of silver for absolutely no reason. He thought about it and figured that nothing would happen tonight. After all, this was the ancestral hall of the Hu family. The descendants of the Hu family had gone out of their way to invite the troupe to perform for their ancestors; there was no reason for the latter to cause any problems for them. Just as Li Huowang had thought that tonight would be a peaceful night, something strange happened. The singing came to a sudden stop without any warning.
