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Among the monks who appeared in the ancestral hall, the leader was a very famous local monk. He was certified by a formal organization and held a certificate to work.

It's not easy to invite him over. You have to make a reservation long in advance, and it's not always possible to invite him.

A master at this level has a very tight schedule in his daily practice life.

If it were in the past, some clan members who had known this eminent monk would definitely be quite excited. But now, they have to think more.

Is this...inviting an eminent monk to perform rituals?

Will the ancestors be angry?

Or maybe the ancestors also like the master to recite sutras?

They were worried that their ancestors would be emotional, but they were also curious, would their ancestors show up again?

A little scared, but also quite looking forward to it.

Some clan members felt that children were not suitable for this occasion and took the children away to the side hall, but most of the other clan members stayed here and even went to the toilet in a hurry and hurried back, for fear of missing some exciting scene.

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall was strange, even the monks themselves were surprised.

The atmosphere at the scene was too difficult to understand. Didn't it mean that there were many people in the Feng clan who did not believe in Buddhism?

The Yangchengfeng family also said that they respect the personal beliefs of each clan member and not all of them may be present during the Dharma assembly. It is estimated that many people will go to the side hall to rest. If any clan member makes inappropriate remarks, please forgive me.

But now, there are many clan members present, far more than they expected.

I always feel it’s different from what I said before!

Can't see clearly, can't feel it clearly.

To put it bluntly, even the flower pots placed next to it are weird.

The monks came in through the front door, passed through the courtyard, and then walked to the Buddhist hall. Along the way, all the clan members present were staring at them, and their following eyes made them feel strange.

These Feng clan members...

I would say passionate, but also very restrained and don't say many words.

It doesn't sound like they are cold at all. The intense stares clearly express their inner feelings.

Cautious and expectant, expectant but also hiding a bit of uneasiness.

Here, it should be just an ordinary ancestor worship ceremony in an ancestral hall, not some evil gathering, right?

Should this Dharma conference go smoothly?

The monks all had their own thoughts in their hearts, but their faces showed an unearthly indifference.

The leading master is indeed an experienced monk. Even if he notices something strange here, he is very stable.

According to what was said in the appointment, Yang Chengfeng’s family invited them here to chant sutras and pray for blessings, which was not much different from the previous business.

But before we started, there was a temporary change on the Yangcheng Feng family's side.

Uncle Feng Yi invited the eminent monk aside and discussed in a low voice.

When the master heard this, he was surprised in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face.

If the monks are unwilling to make temporary changes, they can refuse the ritual.

However, after thinking about it, the eminent monk still agreed.

I am proficient in my business, but I have made some changes. After a little preparation, I started with my disciples.

Mr. Feng looked at the Buddhist hall with dark eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. But what is certain is that he is really not in a good mood right now.

The clan members have been keeping an eye on that side.

"What are you talking about? Why don't you start right away?"

"It seems like a temporary change was made. Alas, it's understandable. If this happens to our ancestral hall over there..."

"According to the custom here, it should be the kind of prayer scriptures. Asking monks to recite scriptures in places where ancestors are worshipped is usually to pray for blessings and eliminate disasters, eliminate ancestral karma, and protect future generations. But now there are changes, maybe Added some other scriptures.”

"They are not at peace in their hearts!"

"What nonsense? Who can be calm about this matter? None of the people watching the ceremony are calm, let alone themselves!"

"Guess, next these monks will want to chant sutras to achieve salvation? Or will they want to ward off evil spirits?"

"What are you trying to ward off evil? What are you trying to ward off evil? Where did the evil come from?! How can you speak in front of your ancestors? You are an unworthy descendant! When the ceremony is over, hurry up and kowtow to the elders!"

The clan members were discussing, and when the preparations were ready and the Dharma conference was about to begin, the discussion became quiet.

People chatting on mobile phones no longer looked at their phones at this time. They all stared in front of them, with expressions of nervousness and expectation.

In fact, they themselves are not sure what they are expecting. Are they expecting calmness? Or are you looking forward to the strange reappearance of the storm?

Someone adjusted the camera on their mobile phone and planned to record the whole process.

I didn't record it just now. I'll try to see if I can record some surprises this time. It doesn’t matter if you can’t record it, but what if it happens?

Some people have also switched their mobile phones to the dialing page. If there is any extraordinary or force majeure dangerous event, they must call the police in time!

Uncle Feng Yi had already stepped aside and quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead. Fortunately, the master agreed, otherwise this situation would be difficult to deal with.

In the revised ritual, there is not only one kind of scriptures to be recited, but several kinds of scriptures, praying for smooth career, resolving disasters, breaking evil spirits, and so on.

With the tapping of the magic weapon, all the noise stopped temporarily.

The low chanting of monks resounded in the ancestral hall.

When I first heard it, I felt it was deep and broad, but when I listened carefully, I felt it was powerful and powerful.

Like the scorching winter sun that gradually rises high, the coolness in my heart is driven away.

Some turbulent moods settled down.

Most of the sect members have the same idea in their minds - he is indeed an eminent monk, he reads it with artistic conception!

Feng Yi, who was standing in the group of clan members, had similar thoughts at this time. However, in addition to finding it pleasant to hear, Feng Yi always felt that these scriptures sounded familiar.

Feng Yi himself did not listen to these things before, nor did he go to the temple to listen to the monks chanting sutras.

These chanting sounds seem to awaken memories from long ago. It doesn’t have to be the same scripture, just to give him an approximation of how he feels.

That was not Feng Yi's own, but the memory passed down in his ancestral DNA. Not clear, that fuzzy, vague feeling.

I don’t know which ancestor, or which ancestors, listened to the monk’s recitation.

With a thought in his mind, Feng Yi closed his eyes to prevent the changes in his eyes from being noticed by others.

At this time, not everyone in the clan team could accept chanting. For example, Feng Cheng came all the way to Yangcheng from the other side of the mainland. In addition to helping his father sign in, he was also thinking about the headquarters of the Ancestral Factory Company.

During this ancestor worship ceremony, he stood at the end of the procession to facilitate fishing. I spend most of my time scrolling through my phone to see the latest updates from the Ancestral Factory, and I am not even impatient to watch the ancestor worship ceremony. He is not religious and has no interest in the sound of chanting scriptures.

As for what happened when Feng Yi was offering incense, he just thought it was a coincidence and others were making a fuss out of it.

He glanced at the time from time to time and complained in his heart: Why should I come all the way to participate in this damn ancestor worship ceremony!

In the spacious courtyard, bright sunlight shines on the earth. The sun is already high at this time.

Although the clan members who were watching the ceremony did not enter the Buddhist hall, they were all under the eaves and did not need to feel the heat of the sun.

However, Feng Cheng, who was scrolling on his phone with his head down, still felt agitated and thought that he might as well leave first and go to the side hall to rest for a while.

Just as he was about to move his feet, he saw something strange.

He saw that large shadows gradually blocked the sunlight in the courtyard from outside to inside!

It's like a giant thing is approaching from the sky!

look up.

Above, a large cloud group formed at some point, blocking the sunlight above the ancestral hall.

windy.

The wind was not strong.

The slow breeze seems to carry a little moisture, and also brings a bit of coolness, sweeping over people's skin.

The people present suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

At the front of the viewing team, a little girl of seven or eight years old put one hand in her pocket, holding the newly received zodiac sign to spend money, and the other hand clenched her father's hand tightly.

The middle-aged man with a fierce face protected his little daughter, with a rare look of confusion and vigilance on his face.

The intuition developed through so many years of hard work has given me a stronger sense of changes around the body.

At that moment, the hairs all over his body were about to explode, but strangely, he felt that it was not dangerous.

But why?

In another part of the viewing line, a clan member’s teeth chattered and rattled, and he pulled another clan member beside him.

"What are you doing?" the man asked.

"I feel like something brushed my foot!" His voice was trembling, but he didn't dare to lower his head and look, so he motioned for the other person to help him take a look.

The man looked down cautiously and showed a relaxed look.

"It's a blade of grass, blown in from outside."

I don’t know if it was brought in by the previous gust of wind or if it was blown in by the wind now.

When he heard it was Ye Zi, the timid clan finally dared to look at it. He moved his foot to kick the blade of grass aside, breathed a long sigh of relief, and touched his chest again.

My heartbeat was a little fast, I was scared.

He touched the back of his neck again. In addition to the standing hairs, there were also beads of sweat.

Other clan members were not much better.

The wind blowing is obviously not cold, but it makes people feel a shiver from deep inside. Feeling strange, I couldn't help but say a few words to the people next to me to relieve the strange feeling of fear in my heart.

"And you said this isn't evil wind? Is this created by air conditioners?!"

"We must look at this phenomenon scientifically and remain rational."

"I usually look at it scientifically, but I can't be rational about the current atmosphere! It is said that most ancestor worship ceremonies are during the day, and the yang energy is stronger during the day, but how to explain it now?"

"Well... if it were at night, maybe it would be more than that, right?"

Superstitious people have already concluded that the feng shui of this place is not good!

The ancestors are showing up again!

The ancestors are going to be angry!

No, I'm already angry!

This, this, this...

Offering incense, burning paper, and chanting Buddhist scriptures cannot calm the anger!

Some religious people knelt down directly towards the Buddhist hall and bowed sincerely. After praying, they moved in another direction and knelt down towards the incense hall where their ancestors were, without knowing what they were saying.

In the Buddhist hall, candlelight danced.

A monk sitting at the back had his robes blown.

He was relatively young and lacked concentration. He felt something was wrong and paused in his chanting.

However, seeing the performance of his master and senior brother, he quickly put aside his distracting thoughts, closed his eyebrows, calmed down, and continued to chant sutras.

They have undergone professional training, and their professional abilities are well-known in Yangcheng and even the whole province, so they can't ruin the reputation of their own masters!

Moreover, the Feng family gives a lot of money, so we can’t make mistakes at this time!

The sound of Sanskrit remains as calm as before.

There was no turmoil in the breeze.

But the thickening clouds in the sky, the obviously darkening light, the cool breeze, and the inexplicable feeling of fear that comes from the heart...

Not to mention the clan members who were watching the ceremony, even the Yangcheng Feng family themselves felt the pressure.

I even doubted whether the old man's choice was correct?

Isn’t the feng shui here really bad?

Feng Yi, who was standing inconspicuously among the clan members, felt a very mysterious feeling at this moment.

He was also familiar with this feeling.

Every time a certain vague memory hidden in the DNA is turned on, it will be like this. Before he met it, he didn't know what else was hidden in the DNA. He would only know it when it was solved.

In Feng Yi's ears, these chanting sounds were really pleasant. It has the effect of calming the mind and calming the mind.

It seems that a long time ago, someone also sang...ahem, chanted sutras.

Under the sound of Sanskrit, even the newly built ancestral halls and houses have a more ancient meaning.

After all, it was just a vague memory, not even a picture, just a little auditory memory, not very long. It is turned on after being triggered by external factors. In the process of turning on, energy substances will inevitably be mobilized to catalyze it.

As a result, local weather changes also occur.

After the memory is accepted, the energy mobilization stops, and everything gradually slows down.

The phone vibrated with new messages.

Feng Yi had broken away from the mysterious state just now, his eyes were slightly opened, and he didn't fully open them until his pupils recovered.

Unlock the phone and look through the messages. It was from Feng Chi.

Feng Chi wanted to share with others the wonderful feeling of witnessing all this.

Feng Chi: [Brother, what do you feel at this moment? 】

Feng Yi: [My DNA has moved]

Feng Chi: [? ? ? 】

Originally Feng Chi wanted to discuss the ancestral apparition with Feng Yi, but now when he saw Feng Yi's reply, he was shocked as to what he thought of, and his fingers trembled as he typed——

Feng Chi: [Brother, don’t be confused! There is still a lot worth cherishing in this world! ! ! 】

Feng Yi: [……]

Feng Yi: [I have no intention of becoming a monk]

Feng Chi: [Then why is your DNA messing around? 】

Feng Yi: [I just feel that we are destined and have a sense of familiarity. 】

Feng Chi: [It’s all “destined”! You also said you didn’t have that idea! 】

Feng Chi could no longer remember the appearance of his ancestors, and just wanted Feng Yi to change his mind.

The cool breeze blowing into the ancestral hall stopped.

The clouds that blocked the sun gradually moved away and dissipated.

The weird and frightening pressure that enveloped the entire ancestral hall also dissipated.

In the Buddhist hall.

The master sitting cross-legged at the front, after finishing chanting, stared at the Buddha statue placed in front of him for a long time.

This Buddha statue was selected by Mr. Feng, and they also gave some suggestions.

There are no hard and fast rules for worshiping Buddha statues in the homes of believers. Generally, they choose the ones they like and have a predestined relationship with.

But now, the master feels that this Buddha statue may not be suitable here.

After finishing the chanting, when he looked at the Buddha statue, he didn't see much of the Buddha statue in his eyes. Instead, he thought of the painting he had seen in the Zen room of the temple and given by a pilgrim.

That painting was drawn by the pilgrim by referring to some legends, adding the pilgrim's own imagination, and adding some artistic processing.

In the painting, under the bodhi tree, Buddha sits in meditation.

Behind the Buddha is a huge, snake-like body standing upright.

Hey, I haven’t finished coding yet, I owe you a chapter this month.

Happy Mid-Autumn Festival!

I wish you all good health and safety.