Chapter 990: Chapter 979: What Must Co Has Co
After finishing these tasks, Elder Wang said, “The inclusion in the clan genealogy is complete. Now, the ancestral worship begins!”
After speaking, Elder Wang took his notebook and walked away.
“Second Grandpa, what do we do next?” Song Yun asked in a low voice.
Mr. Song said, “First, bow to the ancestors, place all the offerings, and then each of us prays for blessings. Be solemn in your heart—this is in front of our ancestors.”
“What about Elder Wang?” Song Yun asked again.
“He still has other things to attend to.” Mr. Song finished speaking and turned to Qingsi, saying, “Qingsi, bring up the offerings.”
“Yes!”
Qingsi nodded respectfully, then went to the side and brought over so offerings like pig head at, placing them before Mr. Song. Mr. Song placed these items bowl by bowl in front of the three statues and said, “Ancestors, today is an auspicious day, and here we descendants co to see you. Please enjoy these offerings. If you need anything, reveal it in a dream to
tonight, and I will send soone to bring it to you. The Song Family is now thriving, and we are expecting the arrival of the fourth-generation main line soon. The family flourishing is just around the corner.”
Song Yun listened curiously as Mr. Song mumbled to himself and then saw Mr. Song pick up two fan-shaped objects and throw them on the ground.
One side faced up, and the other faced down.
“Thank you, ancestors, for your blessings.”
After saying this, Mr. Song stood up and signaled Song Yun to kneel and bow to the ancestors.
Song Yun naturally mimicked the actions.
“Hold on, make a wish, and then throw this.” Mr. Song pointed to the fan-shaped objects.
Song Yun nodded, thinking, “May all my won live in harmony. May I be loved by all and make lots of money. Wouldn’t it be great to suddenly have my skills skyrocket overnight and defeat Kunpeng tomorrow? Ancestors, bless . Ancestors, bless .”
Afterward, Song Yun tossed the fan-shaped objects on the ground, both facing down.
“Throw it again,” Mr. Song said.
Song Yun threw them again; this ti, both faced up.
“Once more!” Mr. Song continued.
Song Yun had no choice but to throw them again, still both facing up.
“Change your wish,” Mr. Song said helplessly. “The ancestors cannot help you with what you asked for.”
Song Yun shivered slightly, thinking his wish might have been too shaless.
“I hope the ancestors bless the ones I love and those who love , may we live peacefully and happily forever!”
After murmuring, Song Yun threw the fan-shaped objects onto the ground.
One was face up and the other face down.
“Hmm, it’s fine this ti!” Elder Wang said, motioning Song Yun to stand up.
Next, people ca one by one to pay respects to the ancestors. Only a few had the privilege: first Song Ergou, then Qingsi, followed by Qingluan, then Li Shishi who was entered into the genealogy, and finally the heads of the four main branches.
While they were paying respects, Song Yun quietly asked Song Laifu, who was busy around, about the purpose of those fan-shaped objects. Song Laifu replied that they were tools for communicating with the ancestors. It was said that if you made a wish and the ancestors agreed, one would land face up and one face down. But if the ancestors refused or couldn’t fulfill it, both would face the sa direction, either up or down.
Song Yun felt a bit abashed.
When everyone finished worshipping, Elder Wang appeared again before the crowd, but this ti he held a statue about half the height of a person. This statue, like those of the three ancestors, was dressed in celestial robes, but its deanor sowhat resembled Mr. Song.
Elder Wang placed the statue beneath the three deity statues and positioned a spiritual tablet in front of the little statue.
Seeing the writing on the statue, Song Yun realized that this was his great-grandfather, the father of his second grandpa.
This year was not only for ancestral worship but also the centennial of Mr. Song’s father’s birth. According to Song Family traditions, this deity statue could be placed before the three ancestors for a collective worship from the descendants, enjoying this honor once every century—said to share the fortune equally.
Then Mr. Song, bowing again, rely stated things like the current state of the Song Family, how it’s developing well, bursting with vitality, all the descendants are doing fine and are very happy—just family chitchat. According to Song Laifu, Mr. Song was reporting to his father, given that his father had entrusted such a large family to him; he should be inford about how well the family was being managed.
After that, Song Yun and the others stepped forward once more, promising to follow Mr. Song dedicatedly to bring the Song Family to new heights.
anwhile, during the ancestral worship, on the mountain wall that Song Yun had passed earlier, a few ropes suddenly descended from the top of the wall. In no ti, several figures in camouflaged uniforms slid down the ropes.
Thump, thump, thump.
With muffled sounds, these people landed safely.
Without delay, they positioned their guns in their hands. Once everyone was down, they moved into a nearby corridor.
“Who!”
A Song Family mber on patrol spotted the group.
Before he could shout any more, a muffled sound was heard.
The Song Family mber fell, his chest bleeding from a wound.
Without any pause, the group continued forward. Shortly after, about ten ters or so, the group had to stop again because a patrol squad of five people appeared ahead.
“Stop!” A mber of the patrol squad shouted and reached for his gun. But the Russians had already seized the initiative.
Thump, thump, thump.
There were gunshots once again.
However, this ti the patrol squad wasn’t imdiately wiped out; three fell on the spot, while the other two rolled nearby, hiding behind cover.
Then.
A piercing alarm sounded.
“Charge, don’t stop!”
The leading Russian man charged forward with his gun, and the others closely followed. As they neared the two hiding behind cover, the group ruthlessly fired, killing the two who had triggered the alarm.
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