How to conduct ancestor worship?

The opening of the "Book of Ancestor Worship, Public Worship, and Divine Invitation" records a basic point:

No matter how strong or weak the Embers are, they cannot form a cognition of "death".

Therefore, in most tombs, these Embers Void Bubbles without any soul self do not feel that they are already dead.

They generally believe they are still in seclusion.

After all, cultivators have extremely long lifespans, and seclusion is normal for most high tier cultivators.

They have no doubts about their connection to the earth vein, forming earth-bound spirits, unable to go too far.

"So, this time our ancestor worship is to offer incense on tombs without Embers! While those with Embers are more like annual greetings to ancestors, wishing them a Happy New Year."

Jiucai Rong recalled the rites for ancestor worship in the book in front of a grave.

One must admit that this worldview is quite interesting!

It divides into two kinds: dead tombs and living dead tombs.

At this time, Jiucai Rong had already reincarnated as a member of the Human Race, becoming a tall young man.

Since he hadn't read much, he didn't succeed in blossoming the Three Flowers, died abruptly, and logged back in as a Human Race.

Even as the biggest local tycoon player in the manor, he spent 50 magic coins to buy items to increase Embers but didn't get any.

After all, there's only a one-tenth chance.

"Everyone calm down and be serious."

Jiucai Rong scolded the crowd, patiently reminded them: "Serious, serious, and more serious."

In the Sword Casting Manor, everyone could mess around as much as they wanted.

Doodling, crafting magical artifacts, skipping rope, throwing sandbags, sewing clothes, being the Hairpin Lady...

But once outside the manor, especially in front of outsiders, we need to present the demeanor of normal people, preferably with a bit of aloofness and mystery.

The blacksmith master's prestige must be maintained.

Otherwise, how do we become the world's No. 1 Manor?

For example, the mature businesswoman we saw before, or the Demon Path Ancestor in front of us.

We are descendants of demons and can't display a silly demeanor.

Jiucai Rong felt it was very necessary to warn them.

Everyone actually thought it made sense too.

As high-tier players, they must start being serious.

So each one of them stood tall, with a calm gaze, and adopted the demeanor of the village NPCs at the foot of the mountain, learning their gestures and conduct.

However, being demon cultivators, they naturally had to be a bit fiercer.

So they took the villagers' smiles a step further, incorporating some fiercer micro-expressions.

Clomp!

Clomp clomp!

Soon, the vanguard entered.

The ancestor in red fishing in the courtyard was taken aback by their stiff, cold sinister smiles, and then burst into hearty laughter, echoing through the property:

"Good! Good, you new generation are not bad!"

"You're considerate, and your expressions are well-practiced with our demon cultivator style! Walking down the street, others wouldn't dare take a deep breath."

"Imposing presence is the first step in demon cultivation; make people fear you at first sight, and we've already won half the battle."

"This Essence, Qi, and Spirit are well-practiced, seems like the education of this generation is excellent."

The blacksmiths were utterly puzzled.

The ancestor sensed their bloodline, confirmed they were indeed his descendants, examined their demeanor, tone, and expression, and became increasingly satisfied:

"Great demon cultivators, great demon cultivators!"

He repeatedly praised, stood up with a hearty demeanor, and said energetically:

"You are much better than the current family manor master!"

"Those few kids are timid and useless! They just hide on the mountain, capture a few slaves, rob a few caravans, and dare not make any major ventures."

At this point, everyone seemed to realize this bold ancestor held grievances against the current manor master.

Upon closer thought, it seemed valid too.

Though they'd never seen the seclusive manor master, from the elder steward's attitude, he seemed gentle and kind, not like an orthodox demon cultivator.

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

It was understandable that the ancestor resented the lack of ambition!

But from the demon cultivator's perspective, it wasn't pure enough; yet from a blacksmith's viewpoint, he was a very good steward and manor master, treating them well.

Far better than the lacking Jiucai Rong, they'd wanted the elder steward to come out and maintain justice countless times.

The first impression this ancestor gave:

Was of a carefree, exceptionally bold and rugged type.

Based on their learned cultivation basics,

Such a rich bloody aura would only be found on notorious demon cultivators, exuding tangible oppression.

The book sternly warns, encountering such city-annihilating, village-slaughtering demon cultivators, one must flee!

But they were here for ancestor worship, how could they flee upon meeting, only thinking in their hearts:

With such an ancestor alive, not yet a cornerstone in the ancestral tomb, our lineage must have had a glorious history.

Of course, indeed.

The current manor master is in seclusion, cultivation unknown, might not necessarily be inferior to this one.

Jiucai Rong, seeing the counterpart's free and easy manner, not adhering to rituals, exhaled in relief, felt less need for restraint, and boldly clasped his fist in salute:

"Today is New Year, we come to pay respects to the ancestor, everyone outside, come in!"

Instantly.

The sound of suona began.

Banging gongs and drums, what a lively scene.

The first to enter was a lion dance, ferocious and lively, crafted from crow feathers, bird beaks, and claws, embodying a very spiritual beauty.

One must say, their crafting skills might not be high at present, but their aesthetic sense has always been online.

The lion dance used the cultivator's good physical abilities, performed a super trendy mechanical street dance, like a robot, even surprised the ancestor slightly, "What dance is this?"

"This is our blacksmith mechanical dance."

Jiucai Rong answered fluently, bowing again in salute, "We practice hammering daily, studying mechanism arms, power hammers, dancing to songs, thus birthing this mechanical dance."

"Good." The ancestor clearly in a good mood.

After all, demon cultivators are also scholars, enjoyed elegance, and are well-versed in knowledge.

Then, one by one, elegantly dressed maids carried in gifts, jade hairpins, robes...

And then the next group.

Led by the Food God, laden with an array of exquisite ingredients, roast chicken, duck, fish, and meat, golden and crisp, breaded once, smelling extremely tempting.

Only regrettably, no one dared carve that meal,

Otherwise, they could have treated the ancestor to a good feast today~

The Food God stayed up overnight learning to make stinky tofu, crispy on the outside but tender inside, a new dish, if they could add corpse-colored mushrooms, the ancestor would definitely praise it.

Sadly, no ingredients available.

"You've been thoughtful."

The ancestor held a good first impression of them, taking a bite of fried chicken, glanced at Jiucai Rong at the helm, growing more appreciative:

"Sit, don't be restrained, all are the younger generation, visiting the old relic here."

"Yes." Jiucai Rong promptly sat down.

"I am of the eighth generation, the Qi nomenclature, you may call me Ancestor Qi or Eighth Ancestor."

The ancestor was amiable, "After all, I am the eighth generation, only one of me left, no one to overlap."

"Greetings to Ancestor Qi!"

Through the viewpoint, Ning Zheng covertly observed every move of the other, ready to handle any unforeseen incidents.

This operation was extremely dangerous.

Any slight mistake could lead to total defeat.

It seemed that this individual was an extremely family-centric ancestor.

Never mind his amiability, it was only to his family, perhaps to outside cultivators, a different story.

Nonetheless, these blacksmiths did a detailed analysis of the possible scenarios of ancestor worship before coming.

The one they feared most was the mad dog type ancestor.

Cultivating demons to the point of insanity, recognizing no kin, killing even their own, and easily venting on younger generations performing ancestor worship.

At this point, hiding in the courtyard, Ning Zheng observed every move of the opposite side, ever cautious.

This task was extremely perilous.

But perhaps they were more afraid of exposing themselves, preferring to act mature and elegant in front of outsiders... listening to their tone, it seemed they referred to this behavior as acting superior twenty years from now."

Seeing this, Ning Zheng let out a sigh of relief.

Perhaps he was also aware that appearing a certain way in front of others, appearing proper and composed, was the way to get through this tribulation.

And Jiucai Rong and the others were also trying hard, not intentionally fooling around, serious when necessary, had previously succeeded in putting on a mature act in front of the merchants.

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