Mutated Tao Chapter 327: One Family
"Father, this is a mooncake with jujube paste filling. I remember you like the one with jujube paste filling the most." Bai Lingmiao deliberately held a mooncake with red marks on it, and put it on tiptoe in front of a spirit tablet.
"Brother, you like to eat bean paste. You can't find bean paste in the village. You should try this sesame one. It tastes pretty good."
After distributing the mooncakes, Bai Lingmiao took out the three sticks of incense and lit them again, knelt on the ground and bowed to them, sticking them on the remaining mooncakes.
Little blue smoke slowly drifted among the spirit cards, and the Bai family ancestral hall was filled with incense again.
Bai Lingmiao looked up at the black wall in front of him, as if he was thinking about something. After a long time, a smile appeared on his face and said: "Today, Yuexi, let me spend it with everyone."
She picked up a piece of moon cake from the plate and walked two steps forward, and sat down on the steps of the ancestral hall. Looking at the bright moon in the sky, I ate mooncakes with small bites.
While eating, a figure appeared beside her, Bai Lingmiao stretched out his right hand, and put the mooncake in his hand into the red hijab of Ershen. Immediately afterwards, she leaned her head slightly to the left, leaning against the red silk satin clothes of the Great God.
Just like this, on the steps outside the Bai family ancestral hall, two women with exactly the same head snuggled together silently, eating the same moon cake, and admiring the same full moon in the sky.
Suddenly there was a fire in the distance, Bai Lingmiao stood up and looked around, and saw an earth kiln built with tiles and stones in the distance.
The kiln is very tall, higher than other houses in Niuxin Village. The soaring flames envelop the kiln like a huge bonfire.
Gouwa stood on the roof beside him, barking strangely while throwing all kinds of old clothes into it.
On the eve of the moon, the earthen kiln is going to be fired. Bai Lingmiao remembers that this happens every year, but this kind of thing has always been liked by the elders and younger brothers in the village, and the girls don't like it very much.
Looking at the flames soaring into the sky in the distance, Bai Lingmiao thought of her own brother who had been worrying all the time.
The eldest sister is like a mother, and the parents at home are busy with things every day. This younger brother is basically brought up by her alone.
She watched with her own eyes the little child in the cradle slowly turning into a young man who could jump and run, but everything came to an abrupt end.
The longing for her family almost reached its peak, and she finally touched the drum at her waist with trembling hands, and began to beat it.
"Dongdongdong~Dongdongdong~" rhythmic drums sounded in the deserted village.
After hesitating a few times, Bai Lingmiao opened his mouth tremblingly and began to sing, the tears that he had endured all night finally flowed down.
She was using Beijia's Weeping Soul melody, her voice seemed to contain extreme misery, and everything around her trembled.
"Qingfeng, smoke soul~ woo woo woo"
At this moment, she resonated with the libretto. If everything before was just a picture of a gourd under the persecution of the Xian family, she suddenly had a higher understanding and feeling for those moving soldiers.
Only when enough people in the family have died will they understand what kind of feeling it takes to sing the tune of crying smoke and soul.
She found that the emotions in her heart had infected Xianjia, and this feeling was very special.
It can even be said that the current Bai Lingmiao is much stronger than the original Li Zhi at least in terms of Beijia, but this kind of price is something that Bai Lingmiao doesn't want at all.
The drums continued to sound, and the incomparably bleak tune was still sung.
"Smoke soul~ The three worlds of the Yang world are people waiting, and the three cities of Yinsi are the soul of smoke."
"It is said that the sky is a treasure and the land is a pond, and people are like three fishes in muddy waters in the world of Yang, woo woo woo"
"After a while, it will take two hours, and after two hours, it will be less than a moment"
This time it was the Great God's turn to watch, watching Bai Lingmiao sing the tune of summoning souls, wisps of dark wind blew past the gate of the Bai family ancestral hall, passed the red hijab of the Great God, and finally blew out the white lantern, and started It slowly turned around Bai Lingmiao.
As if she felt something, Bai Lingmiao could hardly continue singing, but she finally began to grit her teeth and hit the drum at her waist heavily.
"Hearing that Yanhun shed tears of sadness, my heart seems to have suffered a lot. You have nowhere to complain to Yanhun if you have grievances, and there is nowhere to complain if you have such grievances."
The dark wind became stronger, the spirit cards in the entire ancestral hall were blown, and the tiles in the entire ancestral hall were also blown, as if the entire Bai family ancestral hall came alive at this moment .
Singing and singing, a cloudy wind lightly passed over the hem of the great god's skirt, and got into the blood-red red hijab.
A burning smell began to emerge from Dashen's body, she raised her hands tremblingly, and leaned towards Bai Lingmiao dully. "囡囡"
The moment he heard the voice, Bai Lingmiao's heart trembled, and he didn't care about it, he opened his hands and rushed towards the voice. "Mother!!"
The moment Bai Lingmiao hugged the Great God, it seemed that Bai Lingmiao had found support again, and immediately uttered everything accumulated in her heart.
She closed her eyes and talked for a long time, but she didn't get any feedback until she stopped.
When she looked at the big god's red hijab with her red eyes, she got a disappointing result. The moment she stopped her tune, she had already left.
"When my mother left, did she say anything?" Bai Lingmiao asked softly.
The great **** stared at Bai Lingmiao for a long time through the red hijab, and finally said slowly: "She is not your mother..."
"No, she's my mother! My father and grandfather just came back! They're all blaming me!" Bai Lingmiao shook her head and vetoed loudly.
Great God didn't say anything, she opened her hands and embraced the other party in her arms again, she knelt down, hugged Bai Lingmiao whole, and gently rocked in her arms.
Bai Lingmiao opened his eyes, and as he shook slightly, he silently looked at the beams on the top of the ancestral hall, as if he was thinking about something.
The earth kiln outside did not know when it went out, and the two sat silently in the dark ancestral hall.
"If I leave, can you help me stay with Senior Brother Li? There really is no shortage of people around him." Bai Lingmiao spoke suddenly.
The Great God just hugged her without any reaction.
"I'm sorry, but I really can't take it anymore, I can't do anything, I can't even avenge my family!"
The weeping Bai Lingmiao broke free from the other party's arms, and took out the rope he had prepared from his arms.
She walked to the center of the ancestral hall, threw the rope in her hand to the beam and began to tie it.
The great master stood up after him, and she walked behind Bai Lingmiao and hugged her slender calf, helping her complete the next steps.
When Dashen gently put down his hand and took a step back, the creaking sound of the rope tightened instantly, and the uncontrollable sound of inhaling began to sound.
The Almighty ignored these voices, went around silently to the steps of the ancestral hall and sat down again, continuing to watch the full moon in the sky.
Behind her red hijab was Bai Lingmiao's slightly shaking little white shoes, and behind the little white shoes were the dark tablets of the dead that were densely packed like a black wall.