Chapter 11405
Yang Huaming and Luo Fengtang came to the front yard and found Yang Ruoqing waiting for her alone in the main room.
Yang Ruoqing stood in front of the shrine enshrining the ancestral tablets of the old Yang family. She was holding a fire folder in her hand and was respectfully inserting the lit incense into the incense burner in front of the shrine.
The green smoke curled up and drifted towards the shrine, and the black names engraved on the tablets were also shrouded in smoke. Those tablets absorbed the incense and seemed to be awakened.
The hall was solemn and solemn, yet extremely peaceful.
When Yang Huaming saw this, he was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Qing'er, today is not a special day, why do you still offer incense to your ancestors?"
Under normal circumstances, except for a few special festivals in the year, more particular families will light incense on the shrine at home on the first and fifteenth day of each month.
I almost never burn incense casually unless something very special happens and I need to report it to my ancestors.
After Yang Ruoqing put the incense in the incense burner, she bowed three more times, then turned around and said to Yang Huaming: "This trip to fight against Tai Sui at the construction site is very dangerous and filthy. I can get out of trouble safely, thanks to our ancestors of the old Yang family." for their protection, so I offered them incense sticks.”
Yang Huaming understood and nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Yang Ruoqing's behavior: "Yes, yes, yes, it's time to pay incense."
Luo Fengtang walked out from him and went straight to Yang Ruoqing. He glanced at the shrine in front of him and said, "I am Qing'er's husband and the son-in-law of the old Yang family. I should also bow twice."
Luo Fengtang also bowed and bowed several times.
The names on the tablets on the shrine were in a trance, as if they were shining with light.
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang were worshiping with all their hearts and did not pay attention to that.
However, Yang Huaming, who was standing not far away, seemed to catch a glimpse of something in the corner of his eye. He looked intently, but there was nothing.
"Fourth uncle, do you want to come and pay homage too?" Yang Ruoqing asked Yang Huaming.
Yang Huaming waved his hand directly without thinking: "I won't bow, you can just bow."
Yang Ruoqing said to her heart that your fourth aunt, Mrs. Liu, of the fourth room, almost caused a big disaster this time. She hid Tai Sui meat and ran around, almost harming her relatives, friends and the entire village. Fortunately, her ancestors blessed her and allowed Tang Yazi and the others to do so. He found her in time and cut off the source of the disaster.
No one can help but worship me, but your fourth uncle deserves it the most!
"Fourth Uncle, the incense is still burning, it's just right for you to come and pay your respects." Yang Ruoqing said again.
Yang Huaming still shook his head and even took a few steps back.
"Hey!" Yang Ruoqing sighed secretly, and could only face the shrine and mentally beg the ancestors for forgiveness and continued protection for the fourth room.
After the worship, Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang prepared to leave hand in hand, with Yang Huaming following behind them.
Before he had taken two steps, he suddenly heard a sigh from behind him.
That sigh sounded like the sigh of an old man who was very disappointed with his younger generation.
Yang Hua turned around quietly, but there was nothing behind him.
He continued to walk forward, and suddenly there was a 'click' on the shrine behind him! ’ There was a sound, as if a tablet fell down.
Yang Huaming turned around suddenly.
The tablets on the shrine were all placed upright, and none of them fell down.
"Fourth uncle, what's wrong with you? Why are you walking around?" Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had already walked through the front patio. When they noticed that Yang Huaming was lagging behind for a long time, she couldn't help but stop, turned around and asked in surprise. Yang Huaming, however, stood crouched on the spot, stretched his neck and looked nervously left and right at the shrine, his brows furrowed slightly, his face full of confusion, and he was still muttering: "No way? I obviously heard it clearly, What’s going on? ”
His strangeness made Yang Ruoqing shake her head.
She said to Luo Fengtang: "I have already gone to talk to Grandpa Jiang. Let's go to my father's house! I don't care about my fourth uncle!"
Luo Fengtang nodded, "Okay, my fourth uncle will follow him later."
The two of them went hand in hand and left the main room of Lao Yang's family.
In the main room, a dark wind suddenly poured in from the patio, rolling up the dead leaves in the patio to form a small tornado.
Yang Huaming tightened his clothes tightly and shivered. When he looked over, the dead leaves rolled up by the tornado were twisting and turning in the patio, like a human figure standing in the patio staring at Yang Huaming, and Twisting towards Yang Huaming.
"Oh my God, what a ghost!"
Yang Huaming howled, jumped up, and ran to the door with all his strength.
Behind him, the tornado actually floated up from the patio more than half a meter deep and chased behind Yang Huaming. There seemed to be old men and old ladies laughing in the roaring wind, and there were even hands reaching out from the wind to catch him. Yang Huaming’s ankles...
"Bang!"
Yang Huaming tripped on something with his right foot and fell out into a room.
The room was so quiet and dark.
Yang Huaming put his hands on the ground and held something slippery and delicate similar to incense ash. What he smelled in his nose was also the smell of ingot candles.
He suddenly thought of something and raised his head suddenly. There was a four-room table in front of him. On the table was Yang Yongxian's spiritual tablet. There were offerings in front of the spiritual tablet, and there were two extinguished white candles on the candlestick.
There was an earthenware basin placed under the table. In the earthenware basin, there were paper money that Old Yangtou burned for Yang Yongxian during the New Year and the 15th day of the lunar month. The incense ashes from the paper money blew out and spread all over the floor.
"I'm a dear mother, what's going on!"
Yang Huaming didn't dare to look around. He didn't know what happened to him today. He was so evil that he fell into the house where Yongxian lived!
This room is a restricted area in the eyes of the rest of Lao Yang's family. Except for the old man, Yongjin, Yongzhi, Yongqing and the other three brothers come in to take care of it, and no one else dares to come in easily.
"Yongxian, my fourth uncle didn't mean to offend. Don't be surprised if you find it strange!"
Yang Huaming struggled to get up from the ground, muttering in his mouth, burying his head and escaping from Yang Yongxian's house in a panic.
As soon as he left the house with his front feet, an inexplicable wind hit him with his back feet, slamming the door behind him hard.
It was as if Yang Yongxian was standing in front of the door and slamming the door hard.
"Oh my god!"
Yang Huaming gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. His stiff body was like a clockwork iron toad. With a howl, he jumped forward suddenly. He jumped out of the main hall door of the old house and fell down all of a sudden. On the bluestone pavement at the door, it rolled twice before stopping.
Yang Ruoqing and Luo Fengtang had already walked out of the main hall of the old Yang family and were about to reach the entrance of the alley. Suddenly they heard a noise from behind and they both turned around at the same time.
Then Yang Huaming rolled out, one shoe flying off his feet. If it weren't for the two knee-sized rolling stones placed on the edge of the road at the door, he would have rolled directly into the ditch at the door. go!
"Uncle Four!"
Yang Ruoqing exclaimed, turning around and running back together with Luo Fengtang.