Zhang's Ancestral Hall.

Ancestral hall in Zhangjiacun.

"Ancestral hall?"

Qin Feng looked at the ancestral hall in front of him.

The Zhang Family Ancestral Hall is the best building in the entire Zhangjia Village. It covers a large area and has a vermilion door. Above the door, there is a plaque of the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall.

It is majestic and grand, but it is extremely not simple.

"Is it inside the ancestral hall?"

Qin Feng stepped forward, crossed the wall of the ancestral hall, and came to the front yard of the ancestral hall.

After walking through the corridor, we arrived at the ancestral hall in the center. Each tablet was enshrined above, and a strange energy enveloped it.

Qin Feng knew that this power belonged to the power of incense.

The power needed for Shinto is the power of incense.

For example, if the City God's Temple and the Earth God absorb the power of the incense offered by the people, they will become more powerful and will always protect the safety of a city and a place.

Otherwise, even if the statues of the City God were sent from the Yunzhou Temple, the energy contained in them would still dissipate slowly. However, after absorbing the power of incense, these statues regained their strength and could even grow further.

In front of the tablet, an old white-haired man and his family of five were sitting on their knees.

The white-haired old man, the couple, and two boys. The two boys lay at the woman's feet and had fallen asleep.

The white-haired old man, the couple, and the three of them sat quietly on their knees, muttering something to each other, as if they were praying.

"It turns out it's about worshiping ancestors."

Qin Feng's eyes fell on those tablets. There were many tablets and the incense was extremely prosperous.

"The incense is really strong. It seems that the people in Zhangjiacun are very respectful to their ancestors."

Not noticing anything special, Qin Feng retreated. Returning to Zhang Lao'er's home, he thought carefully about the weirdness and specialness of the entire Zhangjia Village, but he never got a corresponding explanation.

In desperation, I had no choice but to continue practicing.

Only strong strength is the foundation of everything.

Even if Zhangjiacun is very weird, Qin Feng can resolve all crises as long as he has enough power.

…

The next day.

There was a knock on the door.

"Guest, it's time to eat."

Zhang Laoer's voice came from outside the door.

Qin Feng woke up from his meditation practice. A night of practice did not make him feel tired at all. Instead, he felt full of energy and refreshed.

The practice of Haoyue Guanmao made his soul stronger and more mysterious. Naturally, it made him more energetic and less willing to sleep.

With Qin Feng's current level of cultivation, even if he stays awake for ten days and ten nights, he can still maintain an energetic state. And a monk who has perfected the Soul Refining Realm can even stay awake for a year.

For example, some powerful monks can even completely replace sleep with cultivation and achieve a sleepless state.

Of course, there are also some special practitioners who practice special techniques. They practice in dreams for thousands of years, or in big dreams for thousands of years. When they wake up, their cultivation levels soar.

This makes Qin Feng very envious.

After Qin Feng simply washed up, he followed Zhang Laoer to have breakfast.

Zhang Laoer is alone, but the food he cooks is not bad at all. It is simple, but it is full of flavor and very delicious.

After breakfast, Zhang Laoer picked up his hoe, left the village, and went to work in the fields.

Qin Feng relaxed a little, walked out of the house, and walked around Zhangjiacun, trying to find the special and mysterious places of Zhangjiacun.

After walking around, there was nothing special.

"Why are there so many people?"

Qin Feng arrived at Zhang's ancestral hall and found a large group of people gathered at the entrance of the ancestral hall.

Standing on the steps at the entrance of the ancestral hall was the village chief. He was leaning on a cane, slightly hunched over, but his eyes were extremely deep. He slowly glanced at the person and spoke slowly.

The villagers stood in front of the ancestral hall, listening to what the village chief said, asking questions and nodding frequently.

Qin Feng did not approach the entrance of the ancestral hall, but due to his strength and physical fitness, he could clearly hear the village chief's words.

"The Blissful Fate Ceremony?"

Qin Feng's eyes moved slightly.

"Is there such a grand ceremony in Zhangjiacun? What kind of grand ceremony is this?"

"Blessed fate?"

After listening for a while, the village chief did not mention the specific content of the blessing ceremony. He just asked everyone to prepare the corresponding things and come to the ancestral hall in the evening to hold the blessing ceremony.

"etc."

Qin Feng's eyes swept over the people at the door one by one. They were all young and strong people, and there was no old person. The most important thing was that these people were the villagers from the twelve households that Qin Feng observed last night.

"what on earth is it?"

There was a look of solemnity and thought in Qin Feng's eyes, and things in the village were getting weirder.

"My father-in-law?"

Qin Feng glanced at Zhang's ancestral hall and walked quickly to the white-haired old man's house.

There was movement inside the house.

Qin Feng knocked on the door. After a while, a voice came from inside the house.

"who?"

It's a man's voice.

"I'm from the Yamen." Qin Feng thought for a moment and then said, "I have something to ask you."

"People from the Yamen?"

The man's voice was a little surprised. After a while, the door opened. A middle-aged man walked out, it was the man Qin Feng saw last night.

"You are from the Yamen? What do you want from me?"

"The case I am handling has something to do with your father, and I want to ask your father something." Qin Feng said.

"My father?" Zhang Tiezhu was surprised, "What crime did my father commit?"

"It's not that your father committed the crime, but the case involves your father. Just call your father out and I'll ask him about it," Qin Feng said.

"My father is dead." Zhang Tiezhu said calmly.

"died?!"

A brilliant light flashed across Qin Feng's eyes.

He had seen the white-haired old man yesterday and last night. Although the white-haired old man's body was not strong, he was still healthy. If he didn't get sick, he should have no problem living for three to five years.

But now he's dead?

When I saw it last night, it was still fine.

"When did you die?" Qin Feng asked immediately.

"He died just last night." Zhang Tiezhu said, "If there is anything about the case, you can just ask me. I usually know about my father's affairs."

"The case is not something you can handle. Where is your father now? I want to go see him." Qin Feng said.

Died last night?

Qin Feng really cared about this.

The white-haired old man from last night was still kneeling in Zhang's ancestral hall, looking very pious.

"You can't see my father now. My father needs to hold a blessing ceremony. After the blessing ceremony is over, he needs to be buried." Zhang Tiezhu looked at Qin Feng, "Sir, my father is dead and I can't answer your question.

Moreover, the dead person is the most important, so just let him go in peace."

"If there is anything about the case, you can just ask me."

"No need."

Qin Feng turned and left, his eyes gradually darkening.

A celebration of good fortune.
Chapter completed!