These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 68: Ancestor: These younger generations are like me

How to worship ancestors?

The opening chapter of the Book of Ancestor Worship and Invitation to the Gods records a basic point:

No matter how strong or weak the embers are, they cannot form an understanding of "death".

Therefore, in most tombs, these empty bubbles of embers without any soul self do not feel that they are dead.

They generally consider themselves to be still in retreat.

After all, monks have extremely long lifespans, and seclusion is the norm for most high-level monks.

They had no doubts that they were connected to the earth veins, forming earth-bound spirits and could not go out too far.

"So, this time when we worship our ancestors, we are burning incense at the dead graves without embers! As for the living graves with embers, it is more like greeting our ancestors and wishing them a happy new year every year."

Jiu Cairong in front of him was thinking about how the world in the book worshipped ancestors and performed sacrificial rituals in front of tombs.

I have to say this worldview is very interesting!
It is divided into two types: the tomb of the dead and the tomb of the living dead.

At this time, Jiucai Rong had been reincarnated as a human and became a tall and straight young man.

Because he had little education, he failed to open his three flowers successfully and died suddenly, and was reborn as a human.

Even as the richest player in the villa, he spent 50 magic coins to buy items to increase the number of embers, but no embers were produced.

After all, there is only a one in ten chance.

"Everyone, be more obedient and serious."

Jiucai Rong scolded everyone and patiently reminded them: "Be serious, be serious, and be serious again."

In the Sword Casting Villa, everyone can do whatever they want.

Graffiti, making instruments, skipping rope, throwing sandbags, sewing clothes, being a hairpin girl
But once we leave the villa, or even in front of outsiders, we have to behave like a normal person, and it’s best if we appear a little cool and mysterious.

The master blacksmith must maintain his status.

Otherwise, how can we become the best casino in the world?
For example, the mature lady businessman I met before, and the Master of Demonic Cultivation in front of me.

We are the disciples of the devil, we cannot show any stupidity.

Jiucai Rong felt it necessary to warn them.

Everyone actually thinks it makes sense.

As a high-level player, you must start to take it seriously.

So everyone held their heads high, looked calm, and imitated the mental outlook of the NPC villagers at the foot of the mountain, learning their words and deeds.

However, since he is a demon cultivator, he must be more ferocious.

So they took the villagers' smiles a step further and included some more ferocious micro-expressions.

tread!
Tread!

Soon, the vanguard entered.

The old man in red was fishing in the yard when he was startled by their stiff, cold and evil smiles. He then laughed heartily, shaking the whole house:

"Good! Good, you, the new generation, are great!"

"You are thoughtful. You have practiced your expressions well. They have the posture of a demon cultivator like me! When we walk on the street, others dare not even breathe heavily."

"To overpower others with your aura is the first step in becoming a demon cultivator. If we can make people afraid of you the moment they meet us, we will be able to win first."

"This spirit is well-trained. It seems that this generation has received a good education."

The blacksmiths were confused.

The old ancestor felt their blood and found that they were indeed descendants of his own lineage. He then carefully observed their temperament, voice, appearance and smiles, and immediately became more and more satisfied:

"Good magic cultivator, good magic cultivator!"

He praised repeatedly, stood up carelessly, and said with full energy:
"You are much better than the current family's villa owners!"

"Those guys are so timid and insignificant! They just hide in the mountains, capture a few slaves, rob a few caravans, and dare not cause any big trouble."

At this point, everyone seemed to realize that this heroic ancestor had complaints against the current owner of the manor.

When they thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true.

Although I have never seen the owner of the manor in seclusion in person, judging from the old steward's attitude, he seems very gentle and kind, and does not seem like an orthodox demon cultivator.

Not violent enough, not arrogant enough, not overbearing enough.

It’s understandable that the ancestor hates him for not fighting!

But from the perspective of a magic cultivator, he is not pure enough, but from the perspective of a blacksmith, he is a very good manager and owner of the manor, and he treats them very well.

He is much better than the wicked Jiucai Rong. I have wanted the old steward to come out and seek justice countless times.

The first impression of this ancestor in front of me:

He is the type who is not fussy about details and is very bold and rough.

According to the basic common sense of cultivation they learned, such a strong blood-colored aura can only be felt by the infamous demon cultivators who have killed countless people.

The book sternly warns that if you encounter a powerful demon cultivator who is willing to destroy a city or a village at will, you must run away!
But they came to worship their ancestors, how could they run away when they saw each other? They just thought in their hearts:

As long as there are ancestors like this alive and they have not been buried in the ancestral tomb to become the foundation, I think our lineage must have had an extremely glorious history.

Of course.

The current owner of the manor is in seclusion, and his cultivation level is unknown, but he is not necessarily worse than this one.

Jiucairong was relieved to see that the other party was bold and casual, not paying attention to etiquette. He felt that he didn't need to be so reserved, so he immediately bowed with his fists clasped:
"Today is Chinese New Year, let's pay our respects to our ancestors. Everyone outside, come in!"

Suddenly.

The sound of suona began.

Beating gongs and drums, it’s so lively.

The first dancing lion to come in was a lion with bared fangs and claws. It was made of crows' hair, bird beaks and bird claws, and had a very lively beauty.

It has to be said that their current manufacturing technology is not very advanced, but their aesthetics are always online.

The lion dance relied on the monk's good health and performed a very trendy mechanical street dance, like a robot, which surprised the old ancestor. "What kind of dance is this?"

“This is our blacksmith’s mechanical dance.”

Jiucairong responded fluently, bowed again, "We work as ironsmiths every day, studying the mechanical arms and power hammers, dancing to the songs, and thus we have this kind of mechanical dance."

"Good." The old ancestor was obviously in a good mood.

After all, the demon cultivators also come from a family of scholars, they are well-mannered and have profound knowledge.

Then, a beautiful maid dressed as a maid brought gifts, jade hairpins, and long robes.
And then the next team.

It was the God of Food who led the team, with ingredients for all kinds of delicious dishes, including chicken, duck, fish, roasted until golden and crispy, and fried once with breadcrumbs, smelling extremely tempting.

It’s a pity that no one dared to cut that piece of meat.

Otherwise, I can treat the old man to a good meal today~
He, the God of Food, stayed up late to learn how to make stinky tofu, which is crispy on the outside and crunchy on the inside. If this new dish is added with corpse-colored mushrooms, I guarantee that the ancestor will say it is delicious after eating it.

What a pity, there is no raw material.

"You are interested."

The old ancestor had a good first impression of them. He took a bite of the fried chicken, glanced at Jiu Cairong who was leading the group, and became more and more appreciative:

"Sit down, don't be shy, we are all younger generations of the clan, and we are here to visit Old Antique."

"Yes." Jiucai Rong sat down quickly.

"I am the eighth generation of the Qi family. You can just call me Qi Zu or the eighth ancestor."

The old ancestor was easy to talk to. "After all, I am the eighth generation, and I am the only one left. There will be no one who overlaps with me."

"Meet Qi Zu!"

"Greetings to Qi Zu!"

A group of people shouted in unison, very respectfully.

Through her perspective, Ning Zheng secretly observed the other party's every move and was ready to take precautions against any unexpected events at any time.

This operation is extremely dangerous.

If you are not careful, you will lose everything.

It seems that this person should be an extremely familialistic ancestor.

Don't be fooled by his gentleness, that is only towards the younger generation in his family. Perhaps to the monks from outside, he is just a cruel devil who kills people at will.

But this kind of ancestor who helps his relatives but not others is easier to communicate with.

Before these blacksmiths came, they made a detailed analysis of the ancestor worship and guessed the various types that might appear.

The type of ancestor I’m most afraid of meeting is the mad dog type.

He practiced magic to the point of insanity, disregarding his relatives and even killing his own people. He would often take his anger out on the younger generations who were offering sacrifices to their ancestors.

Ning Zheng, who was hiding in the well in the yard, was observing secretly:

"When it comes to the critical moment, they are still reliable, very concerned about face and tough talk, and very concerned about the completion rate of [tasks]. I, the old manager, give them the option of choosing one of the two."

"At the same time, they are more afraid of exposing themselves and like to pretend to be very mature and elegant in front of outsiders. From their tone, it seems that 20 years later, this behavior is called pretending to be superior."

Seeing this, Ning Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe I was too cautious.

Normally, people worship their ancestors once a year.

This is not a special event. As long as you behave properly, you can get through it.

Jiucairong and others are also working hard. They don't act weird on purpose. They are serious when they need to be serious. They have pretended to be serious very successfully in front of businessmen before.

(End of this chapter)