Chapter 233 Ginseng Soup

Chapter 233 Ginseng Soup

Chapter 233 Ginseng Soup

As soon as these words were spoken, Old Man Ran's face turned over with joy and he almost stood up.

A fragrance drifted into the room from outside, and his cousin's wife was holding a serving tray with a pot on it.

Waves of hot steam wafted out of the pot, and a group of children followed behind his cousin's wife.

The group of children rushed forward and said, "I want to drink too."

But Old Man Yu scolded, "You have no rules. Why don't you take these bastards out?"

The old woman took the children out of the house at this time. His eldest cousin's wife put the serving plate on the table. She lifted the lid and thick soup with meat foam floated in it. Old man Ran couldn't help swallowing his saliva.

Tian Lin only took a glance and almost vomited the food in his stomach.

When he opened his true eyes, he saw countless human faces wailing in twisted voices.

At this moment, no matter how fragrant the smell was, Tian Lin just felt like vomiting.

Old Man Ran saw that something was wrong with Tian Lin's face, so he explained to Tian Lin:
"This ginseng soup was bestowed by Master Qian. It is only during the annual worship ceremony that the Yu family has the opportunity to divide it among the male members and have each person get a bowl."

After hearing this, Tian Lin knew that he could not refuse the kindness.

Over there, Old Man Yu had already scooped a bowl of ginseng soup and handed it to Tian Lin.

Tian Lin thought about it carefully and waved to a little girl who was peeking out of the house.

The little girl came in, and Tian Lin asked her with a smile: "Have you ever tasted this soup?"

The little girl nodded repeatedly while swallowing her saliva, then quickly shook her head: "I only drank one sip, my father didn't want me to drink more."

Tian Lin smiled again and handed the bowl of ginseng soup to the little girl.

The little girl was about to reach out to take it, but Old Man Yu slammed the table and scolded her, "This is for entertaining guests. There is only this much. If you drink it, what will your Grandpa Tian drink?"

The corner of Old Man Ran's mouth twitched slightly. His uncle's words upgraded Tian Lin's generation, making him Tian Lin's nephew.

This is nothing, but Tian Lin gave the ginseng soup in his hand to the child of the Yu family to drink, which is certainly generous of Tian Lin.

But as his uncle's nephew, he was able to get a share of the profits thanks to Tian Lin.

With Tian Lin as an example, if he drank the soup in the bowl, wouldn’t he be scolded to death by his aunt and several cousins?

Thinking that he would have to rely on the Yu family to sell mummies in the future, and that this time he was here to sell zombies.

Old Man Ran didn't dare to offend his uncle's family, so he could only reluctantly give up his own bowl of soup and pass it to the child.

Tian Lin reached out his hand to stop Old Man Ran and said, "I am practicing a secret technique in my sect, so I can't do anything fishy for the time being. But you are different, my friend. You don't practice secret techniques, so you shouldn't have these taboos."

After hearing this, Old Man Ran suddenly realized, "No wonder since I met Daoist Fellow Tian, ​​I have only seen him eating Shuiling rice and drinking tea whenever he wants. It turns out that it is because he practices secret techniques."

He explained to his uncle: "The secret arts of the Taoist sect can only be practiced by those who are valued by the elders of the sect. It can be seen that Fellow Daoist Tian has a bright future. Uncle, think of a way to let him participate in the worship activities."

Tian Lin was originally just curious about this sacrificial activity, but after seeing the ginseng soup bestowed by Master Qian Niangniang, his curiosity has been diluted a lot.

He simply said, "If Daoist Yu feels embarrassed, that's fine. I came here to help Daoist Ran carry the corpse."

Old Man Yu looked at his nephew and said, "Put your corpse in my yard first. I will take you and Taoist Tian to watch the ceremony later."

After he finished speaking, he began to drink the soup. He felt comfortable, but also felt sorry for Tian Lin:
"We only get a little ginseng soup a year, so we're not afraid of being laughed at by Daoist Tian. This small pot in the room is made from the food rations of me and his older cousins."

Tian Lin took a look at the prompt. Although the prompt was tempting, Tian Lin had no appetite at all.

But he was surprised to find that after Old Man Ran drank a sip of ginseng soup, the white hair on his face began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Not only that, Old Man Ran's white hair showed signs of turning black, and the wrinkles on his face were also reduced a lot.

His eyes were clear, and there were faint signs of a breakthrough in his cultivation.

After drinking only half a bowl, Old Man Ran looked radiant. After finishing a whole bowl, Old Man Ran seemed to have become taller.

"This bowl of soup saved my life."

After Old Man Ran licked the dishes clean, he suddenly started crying.

He stood up and bowed to his uncle first, then to Tian Lin.

Tian Lin refused to accept his greeting and quickly stood up and walked away.

Old Man Ran wiped his tears and explained: "Fellow Daoist Tian, ​​please don't laugh at me. It was this bowl of ginseng soup that really saved my life.

You don't know that we corpse-carriers live in this mass grave all year round and deal with mummies all day long. To some extent, we all have hidden diseases that penetrate deep into our bones.

This kind of hidden disease can no longer be cured by ordinary medicine. I promised you a few days ago that we would go to the mass grave forest together because I knew I would not live for more than a few years and wanted to leave a fortune for Huilong Village before I died.

Now that I have this bowl of ginseng soup, my past illness has gone. Besides being able to live another 100 or 200 years, I also have hope of reaching the late stage of foundation building."

Old Man Yu also sighed and said to Tian Lin:

"My nephew's talent is not that great. But he was able to become the patriarch of Huilong Village and achieve the cultivation level of the middle stage of foundation building, which shows that he is not an ordinary person.

It's a pity that he was born in Huilong Village, and it was Huilong Village that trapped his steps."

Tian Lin didn't care how sad Old Man Ran's past was, and he couldn't empathize with him, so he bowed and congratulated Old Man Ran: "Now that we have ginseng soup, Taoist friend, you have finally gotten what you deserve. Congratulations." At this time, Old Man Yu finally asked the old woman outside: "Have you prepared your mourning clothes?"

The old woman over there came into the house and brought out two sets of mourning clothes.

Old Man Yu took the mourning clothes and handed one set to Tian Lin and one set to Old Man Ran.

Old Man Yu explained to Tian Lin, "The ritual of offering sacrifices to the gods by Master Qian has never been performed by outsiders. So you need to put on the mourning clothes of my Yu family and pretend to be a member of my Yu family."

Tian Lin nodded. He knew that in funeral studies, there were many rules that focused on identifying clothes rather than people.

The mourning clothes in his hand must be the clothes worn by one of Old Man Yu’s brothers when he was alive.

This clothing left behind a scent. The heroic spirits of the Yu family's ancestors and the ghosts and gods that the Yu family worshipped would judge the other party's identity based on this scent.

At this time, the three of them went out to change into mourning clothes. A group of children who had been waiting outside the house for a long time ran into the main house and snatched the empty bowls of Old Man Ran and Old Man Yu.

Old Man Yu’s was better, as there were oil stains from the ginseng soup on the bottom of the bowl and on the chopsticks.

Only the child who got the bowl and chopsticks from Old Man Ran couldn't help cursing, "Damn it, why is there so much saliva in the bowl?"

Old Man Ran, who was exchanging mourning clothes with Tian Lin, blushed. He was afraid that Tian Lin would laugh at him, so he quickly spoke to distract Tian Lin:
"In fact, every village has a worship ceremony, but the Yu family's worship ceremony is different. After all, Master Qian is a high-ranking deity. She responds to mortals and can issue decrees."

Tian Lin heard this and asked him, "Then how do you classify the gods in the mass graves?"

Old Man Ran was speechless for a moment, and said, "Before the mass burial ground was a burial ground, the gods who were officially enthroned were all high-level gods. But after the dynasty established on the mass burial ground collapsed and it became a dead land, the classification of the gods became chaotic. My cultivation is too low, so I don't know much about this."

Old man Yu in the outer room did not change into mourning clothes because he was already wearing mourning clothes.

After waiting for a while, he finally saw Tian Lin and Old Man Ran come out together.

"I have already spoken to Muramasa, and he has agreed to let you two watch the ceremony.

Just don’t get too close, don’t talk too much, and don’t move around while watching the ceremony.”

Tian Lin nodded, and then Old Man Yu took the two of them out with a worried look on his face.

At this time, a group of men from Yujia Village gathered on the path at the entrance of the village, but there was not a single woman or girl in the village.

At this time, the doors of each house were closed and incense sticks were placed at the door.

Old Man Ran noticed that Tian Lin was looking at the incense sticks at the doorsteps of each household, so he said to Tian Lin:

"The three incense sticks with flat heads are the peace incense. The peace incense means praying for peace, and also means observing whether there is danger.

If one of the three incense sticks suddenly burns very quickly and becomes shorter than the other two, it means that a disaster is about to happen and an evil spirit has come to your door."

After hearing this, Tian Lin asked Old Man Ran, "I remember when the elder of my sect lit the peace incense, a fellow Taoist said that the peace incense of the elder of my sect was different. What does that mean?"

Old Man Ran said: "The elder Gao from your sect doesn't look like an elder from the Daoist sect, but more like an elder from the Xiangxi sect. That hand of peace incense has already exceeded the original meaning of peace incense.

Peace incense was originally inserted in front of the coffin, and was used by corpse drivers to observe whether the corpse in the coffin was resurrecting.

But that Elder Gao used the peace incense to force peace, turning all the zombies into sleeping corpses. "

Tian Lin thought for a while and finally understood what Old Man Ran meant.

This seems to be confusing cause and effect.

Because the sleeping corpse has not come back to life, the peace incense will keep the three incense sticks lit at the same time.

But Elder Gao used the peace incense that was lit at the same time to force the corpse to fall asleep.

"Our elder Gao practices funeral science among the five paths of the sect. So it's not surprising that she can practice the incense burning technique to such perfection."

Tian Lin said something nonsense and followed Old Man Yu to the village entrance.

As outsiders, the two of them did not try to squeeze into the crowd.

Instead, he followed the other boys and stood at the end of the line.

The children were chatting and the adults in front were also gossiping, but no one was talking about how to worship Goddess Qianshi.

Just when Tian Lin was feeling bored, a middle-aged man from the south of the village ran over and shouted, "Oh no! Someone hanged himself in the village again!"

An adult in the crowd said, "What should we do? Thirty people have been hanged in just one month."

Someone else said, "I told you not to offend the Fox God, but now the Fox God is here to take revenge."

"How to do?"

"Of course, I'm going to ask for Madam Qianshi's help."

The group of people spoke fluently, and their expressions were extremely calm when they talked about the deaths and asking for help from Master Qian Niangniang.

Tian Lin didn't understand what they were doing at first, but after seeing some people taking out suonas from their storage bags, he realized that they were "inviting gods".

The conversation just now was just a performance procedure before inviting the gods.

(End of this chapter)