The Qingyang Palace became quiet, and the Taoist priests and monks who had been doing rituals for a day and had their fast meals all left one after another.
The lights in the ancestral hall were still brightly lit. The offering table was filled with all kinds of food. Three sticks of incense sent out curls of green smoke, spreading throughout the entire ancestral hall.
On the memorial platform, there is one more tablet than before, and it is naturally Mu Yunfei's tablet.
After bowing three times, Mu Yuntian looked at Mu Yunfei's spiritual tablet and said softly: "Yunfei, brother, I can't forgive you. Although I didn't kill that woman, I can never forget your hatred..."
The magic tablet is speechless.
There was no one else in the ancestral hall except Mu Yuntian. He had a rare look of thought on his face, which made his face that had been frozen for thousands of years look a little warmer.
"Brother knows that you really want to see her. But I still can't let her worship you openly. Don't you blame me?"
Mu Yuntian's expression was a little apologetic and a little sad.
In an instant, his usual "iron-faced" expression melted away, and he became as kind as a good brother who dotes on his younger brother.
"If you really could go to the underworld, would you be able to see Si Shun and...her?" Mu Yuntian murmured.
How is that possible? Mu Yuntian smiled bitterly and shook his head: "As soon as the soul reaches the Wangchuan River and climbs the Naihe Bridge, it will definitely drink that bowl of Meng Po soup! - It doesn't matter if you forget it, there will be no pain if you forget it, and you can be transparent.
, enter the next reincarnation..."
"Si Shun is the same... By now, I should have been reincarnated and returned to the human world. It's just that you must not remember me, that's fine."
Sleepy murmurs kept coming from the ancestral hall.
After a long time, a long sigh slowly echoed in the room.
The candle was about to burn out, so Mu Yuntian changed the candle himself.
The melted wax oil dripped all over the ground, white, drop by drop, like tears of sadness that I wanted to wipe away, but couldn't let go.