Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 441 - 306 I Moved My DNA_1

Chapter 441: Chapter 306 I Moved My DNA_1

The monk who appeared in the ancestral hall was a locally famous high monk, with credentials certified by formal institutions, officially licensed for the job.

It was not easy to invite him over; an appointment had to be made well in advance, and even then it wasn’t guaranteed he would come.

A master of this level had a very tight schedule of daily religious practices.

If it were any other day, some clan members familiar with this high monk would have been quite excited. But now, they couldn’t help but wonder.

Have they invited the high monk to conduct a ritual?

Would the ancestors be angry?

Or perhaps, did the ancestors also appreciate the master reciting sutras?

They were worried that the ancestors might become upset, but they were also curious, wondering if the ancestors would show themselves again?

There was a bit of fear, yet quite a bit of anticipation.

Some relatives felt that small children should not be present in this situation and took them away to a side hall, but the majority of the clan members stayed put, rushing to and back from the restroom in a hurry, afraid of missing something spectacular.

The atmosphere inside the ancestral hall was strange, catching even the monks by surprise.

This atmosphere was too baffling, wasn’t it said that there were many among the Feng Clan members who didn’t believe in Buddhism?

People from the Feng Family of Yang City also said, respecting the individual beliefs of the clan members, not everyone had to be present during the ceremony, and many would probably rest in the side halls. If any relatives spoke inappropriately, they asked for understanding and tolerance.

But now, there were more relatives present than they had anticipated, far more than expected.

It didn’t seem to match what they’d been told before!

Unpredictable and unfathomable.

To exaggerate a bit, even the flowerpot placed to the side seemed to exude strangeness.

The monks entered from the front gate, passed through the courtyard, and then proceeded to the Buddha hall. Along the way, the clan members in attendance watched them closely, their following gazes made the monks feel odd.

These members of the Feng Clan...

If you said they were enthusiastic, yet they were extremely restrained, not speaking much,

If you said they were indifferent, that also didn’t seem right, their intense gazes blatantly displayed their inner thoughts.

Caution mixed with anticipation, and within that anticipation, a few threads of unease.

This should be just a normal ancestral worship ceremony, not some nefarious gathering, right?

The ritual should proceed smoothly, right?

Each of the monks had their own thoughts, but on the surface, they maintained an indifference transcending worldly concerns.

The leading master, a high monk with rich experience, remained calm even upon noticing the oddities here.

As per the agreed appointment, the people of the Feng Family of Yang City invited them here to recite sutras for blessings, no different from past engagements.

However, just before the start, the Feng Family of Yang City made some last-minute changes.

Uncle Feng Yi invited the high monk aside, whispering briefly.

Upon hearing the proposal, the master was surprised, but did not show it on his face.

Last-minute changes could be declined by the monks if they were unwilling to comply with the ceremony.

However, after some consideration, the high monk accepted the changes.

Proficient in his practice, he made the necessary adjustments and soon began with his disciples.

Old Man Feng watched the Buddha hall with an obscure look in his eyes, his thoughts unknown. But one thing was certain, his mood was not that good at the moment.

The clan members kept an eye on the situation.

"What are they still discussing? Shouldn’t they start immediately?"

"It seems they’ve made some last-second changes. Well, I can understand, if something like this happened in our ancestral hall..."

"According to the usual customs here, it should all be those types of blessing sutras. Inviting monks to recite sutras in the place where the ancestors are worshipped usually involves seeking blessings, averting disasters, and removing ancestors’ karmic obstacles to protect the descendants. But now with the changes, they might have added some other scriptures."

"They are, unsettled in their minds!"

"Obviously, who could stay calm in their situation? I’m just watching and I can’t stay calm, to say nothing of them!"

"Guess what, next up, are these monks going to perform a soul liberation or to ward off evil?"

"Ward off what evil? What evil is there? How can you speak like that in front of the ancestors! Unfilial descendant! After the ceremony is over, you better go knock a few heads in apology to the elders!"

The clan members discussed amongst themselves, quieting down as the other side finished their preparations and the ritual was about to begin.

Those who had been chatting on their phones now stopped looking at their devices, their gazes fixed on the front, faces displaying a mix of tension and anticipation.

In truth, they themselves weren’t sure what they were anticipating, a peaceful resolution or a tumultuous reappearance of the bizarre?

Someone glanced at their phone camera, intent on recording the whole event.

The recent excitement hadn’t been captured, so now they were trying to record something surprising. Even if they recorded nothing unusual, it didn’t matter. But what if?

Some set their phones to the dial screen, ready to call for help should anything extraordinarily unusual and irresistible happen.

Uncle Feng Yi had by now retreated to the side, quietly wiping the sweat from his forehead. It was a relief the master had agreed; otherwise, it would have been difficult to manage the situation.

The revised ritual involved not just one, but several types of sutras, seeking success in undertakings, averting bloodshed and disasters, and breaking through evil spirits and demonic barriers.

With the striking of the magic artifact, all other noises ceased.

The monks began their low, resonant chanting inside the ancestral hall.

At first listen, it seemed profoundly broad and vast, but upon closer attention, it felt powerfully majestic.

Like the harsh sun hanging higher on a winter’s day, whatever chill there was in the heart got dispelled.

Some unsettled minds calmed down.

The thought in most clan members’ minds was the same—worthy of a high monk indeed, the recitation had such a sense of depth!

Standing among the clan, Feng Yi thought similarly, but apart from finding it melodious, he also felt a certain familiarity with the sutras being chanted.