Amidst the scent of incense, the spiritual tablets of the ancestors of the Yin family were solemnly placed on the ancestral hall.
After the men of the family paid homage, the eldest elder lit three sticks of incense and handed it to Murong Rong, "Place three sticks of incense for the ancestors. After paying homage to the ancestors, you will truly be a member of the Yin family."
Murong Rong looked at the incense and didn't dare to pick it up. She quietly said to Yin Zai who was standing next to her: "Why don't you offer the incense? I'm not from your Yin family."
Yinzai glared at her, took the incense from the elder's hand, put it into Murong Rong's hand, and said in her ear: "When acting, you must perform the whole scene to avoid suspicion."
Murong Rong had no choice but to take the incense, walk under the spiritual tablet, and bow three times.
The First Elder placed a futon in front of Murong Rong again and asked Murong Rong to kowtow three times uprightly.
Putting the incense in the incense burner, Murong Rong put his hands together and secretly reported to the ancestors of the Yin family: Ancestors of the Yin family, I am Murong Rong, not your daughter-in-law. Your daughter-in-law is Ouyang Xiyu.
I am now burning incense to you on her behalf. Since I am so sincere in worshiping and kneeling, I pray that you will do well and bless my brother and I to reunite soon. Thank you.
After praying three more times, firecrackers were set off outside.
Yin Zai walked up behind Murong Rong and asked her after the sound of firecrackers stopped: "What did you say to your ancestors when you were mumbling just now?"
Murong Rong saw that there was no one around, and everyone was leaving the ancestral hall one after another. He smiled and said: "I will confess to them that I am not from your family, and please protect me."
Yin Zai rolled his eyes at her, "Since you are not from our Yin family, who will bless you? Hold on or stay idle?"
Murong Rong followed Yin Zai to the ancestral hall, "It's hard to say. Are your ancestors good? Do you think they are all as ruthless and vengeful as you?"
"I'm sorry, my ruthlessness and grudge are hereditary. So if you are stupid, you have to admit that you go to other people's ancestral halls to worship and kneel down. Be careful that they come to you at night to ask for an explanation."
Murong Rong was frightened and felt the dark wind behind her. She tugged on the corner of Yin Zai's clothes, fearing that he would throw her away. "Are you telling the truth or are you lying?"
Yinzai turned around and smiled, then bent his fingers and hit Murong Rong on the head, "Of course it's a lie. You still don't believe me when I say you're stupid."
Murong glared at him angrily, but did not dare to let go of the hand holding his clothes. She was timid by nature and was most afraid of supernatural things. She always felt eerie and scary in the big ancestral hall.
After coming out of the ancestral hall, everyone walked around the path behind the ancestral hall and walked up the mountain.
Yin Zai put a sun hat on Murong Rong and followed them.
"Where are you going? Mountaineering?" Murong Rong asked.
"Worship the mountain."
"Is it far?"
"It takes almost an hour to walk on the mountain road, and the round trip takes more than two hours."
"It's so far! Just wait for me and I'll be back as soon as I go." Murong Rong ran back to Yinyuan. After a while, he came out carrying a small backpack.
Yinzai also put on a sun hat and climbed up the mountain along the winding mountain road.
The weather is very good today, the sky is blue, the sun is not too hot, and there is wind.
The higher the mountain, the stronger the wind, blowing the wide sleeves loudly.
At the Bajiao Pavilion on the top of the mountain, everyone was ready to rest for a while before continuing on their way.
Yinzai pointed to the other side of the mountain and said: "We will reach it after climbing two more mountains. That is the old site of the Yin family. Every year we go there to pay homage and worship. When we get there, every year the elders review the fortunes of their ancestors.
History, to warn future generations to guard against arrogance and impetuosity. The stable and prosperous life we live now is the foundation laid by our ancestors with their blood and sweat..."
Murong Rong sat on the stone beside the pavilion, listening to Yin Zai's rich voice talking about their family's deeds, the cool mountain breeze caressing his face, the soft blue sky, the green mountain peaks, there was something about him.
Optical illusion in painting.
She took out a bottle of water from her bag and handed it to Yinzai.
Yinzai looked at her strangely: "You ran back just to get water?"
"Yes, the old Chinese medicine doctor said that you should drink more water these days to reduce the heat. Look, I even brought you herbal tea. If you feel stuffy or hot, just drink some." Murong Rong opened his backpack.
There are two bottles of water and a bottle of medicinal soup in the chain, which is enough for Yinzai to drink for two hours.
"Idiot." Yinzai rubbed the top of Murong Rong's head angrily and funnyly. The servants had prepared these things long ago. She was carrying a few bottles of water while walking. It would be strange if they didn't tire her out.
Yinzai took off Murong Rong's small backpack and threw it to the servant who was following the team. "Let's go."