Mr. Wang walked to the front of the wooden door, and for some reason, a very primitive key suddenly appeared in his hand, and he inserted it into an old-fashioned lock in the center of the wooden door.
There was a click.
When the lock was opened, Mr. Wang did not rush to open the door. Instead, he bent down and knelt down on the ground.
Mr. Zhao and others who followed him also knelt down one after another. There was nothing on the ground, but it was extremely clean.
Zhao Tiezhu hurriedly followed his parents and knelt down.
"The xxx generation descendants of the Zhao family, Zhao Wu, Zhao Meiqin, Zhao Meifeng, Zhao Dong, Zhao Chun, Zhao Ergou, Zhao Tiezhu. Bow to the ancestors!" After Wang Lao finished speaking, he did not bow, while Zhao Lao and others
They all bowed down and stretched their hands forward, almost touching the ground.
Zhao Tiezhu naturally followed suit. The rules of this big family were different from those of ordinary people. Before entering, you had to bow at the door. It might get complicated when you go in later.
After bowing three times, Mr. Wang stood up, and Zhao Laifu quickly walked to Mr. Zhao and helped him up. Naturally, other old people also came forward to help them up, and the people who helped them were all from across the street.
The Zhao family of the dynasty.
"Come in! See you, ancestors!" Wang Lao said as he opened the door and walked in first.
Mr. Zhao and others followed him and walked in, while Zhao Tiezhu and the others walked in last. As for the others, they could only stand at the door and could not enter the house.
As soon as Zhao Tiezhu entered the ancestral hall, he felt a faint smell of incense. Directly in front of him was a very large table. This table was in the shape of a rectangular parallelepiped and was divided into three levels. The largest number of items were placed under the first level.
There are obviously fewer tablets on the second level. When it comes to the third level, there are only two tablets with some ancient Chinese characters written on them. Zhao Tiezhu cannot recognize them all, but he can vaguely understand them.
See the word Zhao.
This is the tablet of the ancestors of the Zhao family.
The moment Zhao Tiezhu saw these tablets, he became solemn. It was these people who created the unprecedented foundation of the Zhao family. And everything flowing in him is their blood.
"Descendants of the Zhao family..." Mr. Wang closed his eyes slightly, stood in front of the table, and murmured something while ringing the bell. Zhao Tiezhu stood at the back and could not hear very clearly, and there was a lot.
The vocabulary sounded very bitter and difficult to understand. Zhao Tiezhu wondered if he was talking about classical Chinese?
After about five minutes of Mr. Wang's recitation, Zhao Tiezhu saw the person in front of him kneeling down again, and Zhao Tiezhu quickly followed suit.
Next, he kowtows three times.
Then he stood up again and continued to listen to Mr. Wang's reading. After another five minutes of reading, Mr. Zhao walked aside, took out a handful of incense from a bag, lit it, and placed it on the incense burner in the middle.
The rising green smoke gives off a pleasant smell.
Mr. Wang walked to the side and lit the candles in front of each plaque. According to Zhao Tiezhu's understanding, this should be soul summoning. To put it simply, it means summoning the souls of the ancestors, and then taking a look at the descendants of the Zhao family.
, of course, these are some idealistic things, just a tradition. As for whether they can really summon spirits, no one knows.
After all the candles were lit, the light in the whole room seemed a little strange. It was already close to five o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was beginning to set. The sunlight slowly turned yellow, and it passed through the hollows around the room.
The carvings penetrated into the ancestral hall, and the candlelight was also yellow, but it was different from the yellow of sunlight. The image produced by this interweaving made people feel a little dazzled.
After Zhao Lao finished offering incense, he stepped back, and then Zhao Meiqin and other branch leaders came up to offer incense. Soon, the entire incense burner was filled with incense, and the fragrance in the room suddenly became very strong.
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Zhao Ergou also went up to offer incense at the end, and then Ye Qingxia did not go up. Instead, it was Zhao Tiezhu's turn. Zhao Tiezhu estimated that only someone with the blood of the Zhao family flowing through his body could offer incense, otherwise he would not let his own
Neither mother nor Cao Ziyi can offer incense.
After finishing the incense, another long and obscure scripture-like thing was read from Mr. Wang's mouth. This voice sounded very mysterious and made people feel drowsy, but it was very
The comfortable drowsy feeling, but if you really want to sleep, you won't be able to fall asleep, because there will often be one or two words in the scriptures that are more irritating to your nerves, and as a result, you will suddenly fall asleep.
You can wake up, and then fall asleep all of a sudden. Anyway, it just makes you mentally confused and awake. Zhao Tiezhu was completely confused when he didn't pay attention at first, but later he became aware of it.
That's good. After all, Zhao Tiezhu's willpower is also very strong. As for Mr. Zhao and others, perhaps because they have heard it many times, they don't have any other reactions.
This passage of scripture was recited for a full ten minutes. After reciting it, Mr. Wang asked everyone to kneel down, bowed three times, and then just knelt on the ground. Mr. Wang continued to read the scripture.
He had been reciting for twenty minutes, and Mr. Wang had no intention of letting everyone stand up. It would be very uncomfortable for a person to kneel for ten or twenty minutes. Fortunately, Zhao Tiezhu was in good health, but neither did the other old people.
What other expressions are there, each one looks calm and composed.
At twenty-five minutes, Mr. Wang asked everyone to stand up, and then read, "The descendants and daughters-in-law of the Zhao family pay homage to their ancestors!"
At this time, Ye Qingxia followed Cao Ziyi, and the two of them sat on a soft cushion in front of the table. Then Mr. Wang stood in front of the two of them, shaking the bell back and forth, and muttering something in his mouth.
, but this time it was very fast. It only took about three minutes for the scriptures to be read. Then Mr. Wang asked the two of them to burn incense, but the position of the two of them was different from that of Zhao Tiezhu and others.
, they directly rubbed the incense on the pillar nearby.
Then, under the instructions of Mr. Wang, Mr. Zhao walked to the front of the table and knelt down, and then said, "Zhao family, the second generation descendant of China, Zhao Wu, now brings the third generation descendant Zhao Ergou, and the fourth generation descendant Zhao Tiezhu,
I pay homage to our ancestors. Due to various hardships, Zhao Ergou and Zhao Tiezhu left the Zhao family. Now, with the blessing of our ancestors, they have returned to the Zhao family safely. Therefore, I would like to ask my ancestors whether they should be allowed to return."
As he spoke, Mr. Zhao threw two wooden blocks on the ground.
One with the front facing up and one with the back facing up.
A smile appeared on Mr. Zhao's face, he kowtowed and said, "Thank you, ancestors!"