Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 440 - 305 Daytime Encounter..._1

Chapter 440: Chapter 305 Daytime Encounter..._1

The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned.

Feng Chi’s eyes widened as if he had seen a ghost.

Uh...

It was almost like seeing a ghost in broad daylight!

Trying to muster his courage, Feng Chi quickly glanced over at Old Man Feng and then immediately retracted his gaze.

Geez, that was frightening!

His veins were bulging!

Old Man Feng liked to smash things when he was angry, but this was the ancestral hall! You couldn’t just smash things here!

But the look on Old Man Feng’s face was so bad that Feng Chi was worried he would flip the incense table in his rage.

No, that shouldn’t happen, Feng Chi dismissed the thought.

In this place, on this occasion, after such long preparation, Old Man Feng would have to hold back even the greatest of his fury.

Just hoped he wouldn’t suppress it until he got sick.

After all, he was getting on in years—what if he got so angry he ended up in the hospital?

A hall full of filial sons and grandsons was watching.

Feng Chi then looked at the ancestral plaques that had toppled over and then glanced at the relatives—several of them had the spirit of enjoying the commotion as if it were none of their business.

[If the ancestors really had spirits, they would probably be moved to tears by everyone’s display of ’filial piety.’]

[If any were hot-tempered, would they rise from their coffins in anger, cursing their unfilial descendants?]

Feng Chi thought to himself.

In front of the incense table, Feng Yi was still holding the incense in his hand.

This sudden twist caused a brief silence in the ancestral hall, which was followed by a burst of murmured conversations. The voices were not loud, but with so many people present, it broke the solemn atmosphere and became noisy.

It wasn’t that everyone lacked respect; it was just that the scene that had just unfolded was too psychologically challenging, prompting an irresistible urge to discuss it with those nearby.

Feng Yi even overheard some young people saying, "Which ancestor unleashed their primordial powers? They must be of a high rank, right? Look, the ones with lower ranks got knocked down..."

The master of ceremonies for the ancestral worship, Feng Yi’s uncle, quickly regained his composure, respectfully picked up the fallen plaques, and straightened out the ancestral tablets that had been tilted.

The extinguished candles were also relit.

But, even if the candles were lit again, it couldn’t change the fact that they had all been blown out by a gust of wind!

This was an ominous omen no matter how you looked at it!!

Had the ancestors become angry?

A few of the elder relatives who held such beliefs were visibly alarmed, and, forgetting their canes, they trembled as they moved to kowtow.

Feng Yi’s uncle stepped forward to save the situation, trying to dissipate the strange atmosphere with a string of auspicious words.

But the relatives didn’t seem cooperative.

Many of them were mumbling to themselves:

Who does the ancestor in this hall truly bless—the Feng Family of Yang City or Feng Yi?

Who exactly is disfavored by the ancestors?

Some had a clear view of the recent incident; it may have been due to shoddy renovation causing the ceiling board to loosen, or perhaps for other unspoken reasons. But what about the wind that followed?!!

Man-made?

Could that possibly be man-made?!

Of course, apart from the falling ceiling board, the relatives were even more shocked by—

The ancestors truly manifesting their spirits!!!

Over there, Feng Yi calmly finished offering incense and returned to his spot.

As soon as he returned, the other relatives gathered around, eager to find out the details of what he experienced.

"It happened so suddenly, I didn’t see clearly," Feng Yi said with a look of bewilderment.

An elder relative said to Feng Yi with profound meaning, "You may not have seen it clearly, but we saw something. Perhaps, the ancestors of the Feng Family in Yang City still favor you!"

The other relatives standing nearby asked, "Who saw it clearly just now? I missed it."

"Was it the board that fell first, or did the wind start first?"

"How did that board fall anyway? Was it an accident or..."

"The board fell first! I was close by, I think the board fell and then the wind started!"

"If there hadn’t been any wind, I would definitely think the fall was man-made, but that gale, cough... that chilly wind, cough cough... with that strong gust coming along, my original thoughts suddenly became less certain. Maybe it really was the ancestors’ blessing? Seeing that Feng Yi was about to be hit by the ceiling board, they summoned a gust of wind to blow the board aside!"

"But the board hit the ancestor’s plaques, how do you explain that?"

"Ah, elders, you know? As long as they protect the younger generation, a little injury to themselves is nothing."

"Indeed."

"Feng Yi, you should really thank the ancestors again later. They’re favoring you—burn more paper money for them."

Uncle Zhen, standing not far away, listened to the relatives’ conversation, feeling a mix of amazement and regret.

He disdained the petty tricks of the Feng Family people in Yang City, but he was also uncertain, sharing some of the other relatives’ thoughts.

He wasn’t sure about his own conjectures anymore.

Everything that had just happened exceeded his understanding and logical inertia.

There were no wind machines present at the scene, and the gust was obviously not created by a machine.

Coincidence?

How likely is a series of coincidences?

Could it really be that the ancestors have manifested?

Worth looking into!

What a pity, I didn’t capture the scene with my intelligent mechanical pet Kylin!

Didn’t catch it on my phone either!

Who would have thought such a thing would happen?!

As the relatives became engrossed in their conversations, Feng Yi’s uncle was struggling to maintain his composure.

Fortunately, his ability to control the crowd was evident, and he eventually managed to quiet the noise.

The ancestral hall quieted down once more.

However, the atmosphere could not return to what it was before.

The ancestral hall, once an imposing structure, now seemed to carry an extra chill within its walls.

Feng Zeng, supporting Old Man Feng, hung his head low, not daring to gauge the old man’s mood.

Even Feng Chi could sense the old man’s emotions; Feng Zeng, being much closer, felt it even more profoundly and thus dared not apply any pressure while holding his arm.

His face was pale, and he was careful not to breathe too loudly.

He had botched things.

Previously, Old Man Feng had indicated that they couldn’t allow Feng Yi to offer incense smoothly, which is why Feng Zeng had orchestrated this scene.

The old man had tacitly consented to this.

Old Man Feng never held much reverence for his ancestors. Not only did he lack respect, but on the contrary, he harbored resentment!

With age, his decades of suppressed rancor only grew more intense.

Towards Feng Yi, Old Man Feng harbored a bitterness and anger that others could not fathom.

Therefore, when Feng Yi offered incense, he arranged some troubles to befall him.

The thin plank wasn’t heavy; falling from that height would, at most, cause injury, not death. If Feng Yi reacted quickly, he could also dodge it.

It wasn’t so much about caring for Feng Yi’s safety. Rather, too much commotion on such an occasion would look bad for them as well.

This extent was just right; it could achieve the goal and still be excused.

To be struck while offering incense to the ancestors—how despised must one be? How poor the fortune?

Why is it that out of everyone, only you were struck?

Have you committed some act that goes against ancestral rules?

What, you think it was deliberate?

Who could prove it?!

However, the development of the situation was unexpected by all.

He looked towards where Feng Yi stood.

And Feng Yi, as if sensing something, also lifted his eyes and looked over.

Feng Yi smiled slightly at them.

It seemed like an ordinary smile, void of any particular emotion, yet it inexplicably sent a chill down one’s spine, as though one were being watched by a venomous snake!

Feng Yi shifted his gaze away and stopped looking at them.

In fact, he had been prepared all along and was on guard for their scheming.

While offering incense, he had kept his senses wide open, alert to any movements around him.

As soon as there was any movement on Feng Zeng’s part, Feng Yi knew they were up to something!

Once the adversary made a move, of course, Feng Yi had to counterattack!

With his current abilities, he could at most stir up a small breeze. However, that was enough!

He just hadn’t expected to topple so many ancestral tablets.

At that moment, he merely intended to blow the falling object aside, to strike the incense table and offerings. He used too much force, and it ended up hitting the ancestors’ tablets instead.

But, it was the other party who had struck first!

I was forced to retaliate!

If the affected ancestors truly possessed spirits, let them seek out the person who acted first!

That was what Feng Yi thought.

However, this incident had tarnished Old Man Feng’s reputation.

With so many clan relatives present, muzzle the incident?

You think you can cover it up?!!

Inside the ancestral hall, the ceremony continued.

The clan relatives progressively offered their tributes; even those who had initially attended just to go through the motions now wore particularly solemn expressions.

Next was the time for the representatives to speak.

However, the representatives spoke absentmindedly, and the clan relatives listened with impatience.

The relatives thought to themselves: Forget this talk; shouldn’t we discuss the recent incident in more detail?

We’re more interested in that!

After all, the ancestors seemed to have manifested themselves in broad daylight!!

Those who believed, were convinced that the Feng Family of Yang City must have done something to violate ancestral rules!

Was this merely aimed at a specific person or matter?

Or could it mean that the hall’s feng shui was flawed?

Those involved in business, who believe in luck and feng shui, were especially concerned.

This is... this could be witnessing something supernatural in broad daylight. The ancestors had extinguished the candles; what degree of pent-up anger must exist to cause such an incident?

How many incense sticks need to be offered, how much paper burned during the Hungry Ghost Festival, to appease this wrath?

Could working with the Feng Family of Yang City affect our business?

Ay, if there aren’t enough benefits, we would be loath to take this risk...

At last, the speeches ended, and just as the clan relatives were gearing up for a new round of discussion, several monks appeared.

Monks??!

The relatives looked towards the master of ceremonies.

Feng Yi’s uncle, with stiff resolve, continued and explicitly clarified that the monks’ presence was pre-arranged, not a last-minute decision.

There was already a Buddha’s shrine here with a Buddha statue.

Inviting monks to chant scriptures, wishing for the ancestors’ blessings and to ward off disaster—what was wrong with that?

Under normal circumstances, there would be nothing wrong.

If the earlier incident had not occurred, no one would’ve given it a second thought.

But at that moment, witnessing the monks filing in, the clan relatives felt an odd sensation rising within.

Certainly not... during the chanting, another strange wind wouldn’t arise, would it?

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