Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 442 - 306 I Moved My DNA_2

Chapter 442: Chapter 306 I Moved My DNA_2

Feng Yi had never listened to such things before, nor had he ever gone to temples to specifically listen to the monks chanting scriptures.

Yet these chanting sounds seemed to awaken memories from a long time ago. It wasn’t necessarily the same scriptures, but the feeling they evoked was similar.

These weren’t Feng Yi’s own memories, but rather the memories passed down in the DNA he had inherited from his ancestors. They were not clear, that kind of blurry, vague feeling.

He didn’t know which ancestor, or ancestors, had listened to the monks chant scriptures.

With a thought, Feng Yi closed his eyes, to prevent others from noticing any changes in them.

Not everyone in the clan procession at this moment could accept the chanting. For example, Feng Cheng, who had traveled all the way from the other end of the continental plate to Yang City, came not only to sign in for his father but also preoccupied with the headquarters of the Ancestral Factory.

Throughout the ancestor-worshipping ceremony, he stood at the very end of the procession, convenient for slacking off. He spent most of the time on his phone, checking the latest news on the Ancestral Factory, completely impatient with the ceremony. He didn’t believe in religion and was indifferent to the chanting sounds.

As for the mishap that occurred earlier when Feng Yi was offering incense, he considered it nothing more than a coincidence, an overreaction by the others.

Looking at the time every so often, he complained inwardly: Why did I have to come all this way to attend this damned ancestor-worshipping ceremony!

In the spacious courtyard, the bright sunlight shone down on the earth, the sun already high in the sky at this time.

Although the clan members watching the ceremony did not enter the Buddhist hall, they were all under the eaves, shielded from the intense heat of the sun.

However, Feng Cheng, with his head down glued to his phone, still felt irritably hot, thinking maybe he should just leave and go to the side hall to rest for a while before leaving.

Just as he was about to move, his vision caught a glimpse of something unusual.

He saw, shadows spreading from the outside inward, gradually covering the sunlight in the courtyard!

It was as if a gigantic object in the sky was approaching!

He looked up.

Above, clouds had formed out of nowhere, blocking the sunlight above the ancestral hall.

There was a breeze.

The wind was not strong.

In the slowly blowing breeze, there seemed to be a hint of moisture, bringing with it a cool feeling, sweeping over one’s skin.

The people present suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of oppression.

At the front end of the procession, a seven- or eight-year-old girl with one hand in her pocket clutched the zodiac coin she had just received, and the other tightly grasped her father’s hand.

The stern-faced middle-aged man pulled his little daughter close to his side, his face showing rare confusion and caution.

Years of struggle had honed his instincts, giving him a stronger perception of the changes around him.

At that moment, he felt the hairs on his body stand on end, yet he strangely did not sense danger.

But, what was it exactly?

Elsewhere in the procession, a clan member’s teeth chattered with a clacking sound, he tugged at the sleeve of another member beside him.

"What’s the matter?" the other asked.

"I felt something brush past my foot!" he said, his voice trembling, yet he dared not look down and gestured for the other to help check.

That person cautiously looked down, then showed a relieved expression.

"It’s just a blade of grass that blew in from outside."

It wasn’t clear if it had been brought in by the earlier gust or if it had just been blown in.

Upon hearing it was just a leaf, the fearful clan member finally dared to look. He kicked the leaf aside, took a deep breath, and then touched his chest.

His heartbeat was a bit fast, he had been frightened.

He touched his nape as well. In addition to the standing hairs, there were also beads of sweat.

The other clan members weren’t faring much better.

The wind that blew was clearly not cold, yet it gave people a tremor from deep within. Feeling the anomaly, they couldn’t help but share a few words with those next to them, trying to ease the strange fear in their hearts.

"How can you say this isn’t a chilly wind? Is this something air conditioning can create?!"

"We must look at this phenomenon scientifically and remain rational."

"I usually view things scientifically, but I can’t be rational in this atmosphere! They say most ancestor worship ceremonies are held during the day when yang energy is stronger, but how do you explain this now?"

"Uh... if it were at night, it might be more than just this, right?"

Those who were superstitious by this time were convinced: there’s something wrong with the feng shui here!

The ancestors have manifested again!

The ancestors are angry!

No, they are already angry!

This, this, this...

Offering incense, burning paper, chanting Buddhist scriptures, none can quell the wrath!

Those who were religious immediately knelt down facing the Buddhist hall in devotion, praying wholeheartedly. After praying, they shifted their direction and knelt towards the location of the ancestors in the incense hall, mumbling something under their breath.

In the Buddha hall, the candlelight flickered.

The monk seated at the very back, his robe billowing.

He was relatively young, his concentration still not strong enough, he felt something was amiss, the sound of chanting faltered momentarily.

However, seeing his master and senior brothers’ composure, he quickly cast aside distracting thoughts, furrowed his brows, closed his eyes, and sank his mind back into the recitation.

They were, after all, professionally trained, renowned throughout Yang City and even the province for their expertise; he couldn’t tarnish his master’s reputation!

And besides, the Feng Family was paying handsomely. Mistakes could not be afforded at times like these!

The solemn chanting continued unperturbed.

Fitful breezes did not betray any turmoil.

But the thickening clouds overhead, the clearly darkening light, the cool breeze carrying a chill, and that inexplicable, gut-deep sense of dread...

Not just the onlooking relatives felt the pressure, but even the Feng Family of Yang City themselves.

They too began to doubt, had Old Man Feng made the right choice?

Was the feng shui here really not as good as they thought?

Feng Yi, unremarkable among the kinfolk, at this moment experienced something quite profound.

It was a sensation he knew well.

Every time a certain fragment of vague memory hidden within his DNA was triggered, this was the state that ensued. Before it happened, he couldn’t foresee what lay dormant within his DNA; only upon unraveling would he discover the truth.

To Feng Yi’s ears, the sound of the chanting was quite pleasing. It carried a calming, meditative effect.

It seemed that long, long ago, someone had also sung... ahem, chanted these sutras.

Under the sounds of the verses, even the newly built ancestral temple seemed imbued with an ancient essence.

After all, it was only a faint memory, without any visual component, just a trace of auditory recollection, short-lived. Stirred by external triggers, during the awakening process, it inevitably drew upon physical energies to catalyze its unlocking.

Thus, local changes in weather emerged.

Once the memory was fully received, the movement of energy ceased, and everything gradually calmed down.

A vibration signaled a new message arriving on his cell phone.

Feng Yi had already emerged from the mysterious trance, his eyes barely opened, waiting for his pupils to readjust before fully opening them.

Unlocking his phone, he scrolled through the messages; they were from Feng Chi.

Feng Chi was eager to share the wondrous feelings of witnessing all of this.

Feng Chi: [Brother, what are your thoughts at this moment?]

Feng Yi: [My DNA acted up]

Feng Chi: [???]

Initially, Feng Chi had wanted to discuss with Feng Yi the auspicious presence of their ancestors. But upon seeing Feng Yi’s reply, and possibly reeling from some shock, his fingers trembled as he typed—

Feng Chi: [Bro, please don’t do anything rash! There’s still so much in this world worth living for!!!]

Feng Yi: [...]

Feng Yi: [I have no thoughts of becoming a monk]

Feng Chi: [Then what’s up with your DNA acting out?]

Feng Yi: [It just felt fateful, a sense of familiarity.]

Feng Chi: [You’re "fateful" now! And you still say you don’t have that idea!]

By now, Feng Chi had completely lost track of the ancestral spirit matter, his mind solely focused on convincing Feng Yi to reconsider.

The cool breeze that had wafted into the temple ceased.

The clouds that shrouded the sun gradually shifted and dissipated.

The peculiar, unnerving pressure that had enveloped the entire temple lifted with it.

In the Buddha hall.

The master seated at the forefront, after completing his recitation, gazed at the Buddha statue placed before him for a long while.

This statue was chosen by Old Man Feng, though they had offered some advice.

There’s no strict requirement for the statues that worshippers keep at home; generally, they choose one they like, one with which they feel a connection.

But now, the master felt that this particular statue might not be suitable for this place.

Having completed the chanting and looking towards the statue, his eyes didn’t hold much of the Buddha’s image but were instead filled with a patron’s painting he had seen before in a monastery meditation hall.

That painting, gifted by a patron drawing on legends and their own imagination, coupled with artistic embellishment.

In the painting, under the Bodhi tree, the Buddha sat in meditation.

Behind the Buddha, arose a segment of a vast, serpentine body.