Mutated Tao – Chapter 32: Hu’s Family Ancestral Hall

Chapter 32: Hu’s Family Ancestral Hall

A normal family wouldnt be able to afford to hire an entire troupe to perform for their ancestors. The Hu family was considered the largest family in Wuli Gang, with a third of the villages population sharing the same surname.

Li Huowang learned from Lu Zhuangyuan that the person who hired them to perform was not only from the richest family in Wuli Gang but also the eldest member of the Hu family, Hu Qinghe.

Currently, Li Huowang was walking with Lu Zhuangyuan toward the Hu familys ancestral hall.

Old man Hu has already guaranteed that nothing will happen. He has hired some other troupes before, and nothing happened to them either, said Lu Zhuangyuan, trying to calm himself down.

Li Huowang just ignored that statement. As far as he was concerned, it was just something Lu Zhuangyuan was saying to reassure himself. He gingerly touched the bronze bell on his waist and sighed.

I should be fine since I have this. Still, I hope nothing ends up happening. Giving an order to a Wandering God would cost me three months of my lifespan.

They continued their journey through the village and soon arrived at the Hu familys ancestral hall. The place was illuminated by many lanterns.

There were many people in the hall, so much so that Li Huowang was not even able to squeeze through the crowd. He tiptoed to assess the situation and saw a lot of people kneeling on the ground, lighting up incense sticks to pray to the black memorial tablets.

Hey, thats old man Hu. He invited us for a meal after we are done with the performance, Lu Zhuangyuan said as he pointed toward the person standing closest to the altar at the front of the crowd. It was an old man wearing silk clothes.

After a while, the people stopped praying and respectfully took the memorial tablets belonging to their ancestors and placed them on the tables they had prepared beforehand.

Soon, the hall was filled with their ancestral tablets that were placed on the tables.

There was a long table with many delicacies placed in front of all the memorial tablets. Li Huowang saw that they had prepared red candles, incense sticks, gold ingots, and yellow papers, placing them all in plates meant for their ancestors.

As if they were afraid that their offerings to their ancestors were not enough, there were even several paper dolls depicting them serving tea and water on both sides of the wall. They would most likely be placed next to the tables of the ancestors to serve them in the underworld.

Old man Hu is so generous. To think that he would even hire a troupe to perform a show for his ancestors.

Yeah. No wonder old man Hu and those near him did not suffer from sickness and disasters these past few years. Looks like their ancestors are blessing them.

Sigh, I wonder if I will ever get such a grand treatment after I die.ll new stries at nove/lbi/(.)cm

Pray that your descendants end up earning a lot of money like old man Hu. Hiring a troupe to perform a show for the dead costs a lot of money.

Listening to their conversations and seeing the grand ceremony in front of him, Li Huowang calmed down a little.

Looks like nothing will happen.

He leaned toward Lu Zhuangyuan and asked. Old man, youve traveled the land for so many years; compared to the spirit we met in the forest, how much more frequently have you met a ghost?

Hm? Arent they the same? Lu Zhuangyuan was surprised by his question, his eyes wide with shock.

What? They are two separate things. One is formed after a person has passed away, while the other Li Huowang stopped, not knowing how to explain it.

What Li Huowang understood was that regardless of whether it was the Mountain Grandmas or the Wandering Gods that Dan Yangzi had used to refine pills, or even the girl with tiny legs they had encountered in the forest, they were not ghosts. At least, he did not see them as ghosts.

Just as he was thinking about the difference between ghosts and those things, all of the memorial tablets belonging to the Hu familys ancestors had been placed onto the tables. Then, Hu Qinghe led a group of his family members and approached Lu Zhuangyuan.

Troupe leader Lu, thank you for accepting my proposal. Jiaolang, please take some people and help him set up the stage.

Thank you so much, and sorry for the inconvenience! You are much too kind.

Troupe leader Lu, you should know the rules about performing for the dead, right? Once our ancestors appear to enjoy your show, us, their descendants, will have to leave this place and lock ourselves in the room. Please take care of our ancestral hall in the meantime, Old man Hu instructed patiently.

Of course. Please rest assured; your ancestral hall is in good hands, said Lu Zhuangyuan, smacking his chest with pride.

Even though none of the Hu family members would be there, Lu Zhuangyuan would never dare to make a mistake. If something were to happen to the ancestral hall of the Hu family, they would bury him and his family alive.

Oh, and once you start your performance, those in the realm of the living should not speak to the performers; this is because our ancestors should not feel like their show is being interrupted. As for what to perform just perform something jovial and bubbly. My ancestors had shown me a dream where they said that they were bored by how monotonous everything was down there. Also, you dont have to perform for the entire night. My son will come and place our ancestors memorial tablets back in their respective places during the fifth section of the night. You can rest after that.

Lu Zhuangyuan was nodding like a chicken pecking grains. No worries, old man Hu! We will not break the rules.

With the help of the Hu family, the stage was set up quite quickly. There were only five people on the stage; Luo Juanhua was a girl and was not allowed into the ancestral hall tonight.

Under Hu Qinghes direction, the crowd soon dispersed and returned to their homes.

The sound of instruments soon started to echo in the ancestral hall. The Lu family had started their performance while Li Huowang remained backstage.

Time slowly passed, and the entire Wuli Gang soon turned quiet as the villagers went to sleep. The village was completely dark, with the exception of the ancestral hall, which was brightly lit with lanterns.

This was the first time Li Huowang had seen a performance for the dead. He peeked through the curtain to observe the surroundings outside.

It was quite eerie, even for him. The stage was bursting with action, but no sound came from the audience. Not even a single clap. There were only rows of black memorial tablets engraved with the names of the ancestors and the offerings meant for them.

Still, this was nothing compared to the Zephyr Temple.

From the looks of it, the Lu family was still inexperienced when dealing with this situation. In just a few minutes, Lu Juren had forgotten his script numerous times due to his anxiety. Lu Zhuangyuan, who was playing the gong, also made mistakes out of nervousness.

As time passed, they started to adapt to the situation, and the show became smoother and smoother.

Amidst the silence of the night, the sound of their singing resonated loudly within the hall and even outside.

Soon, Li Huowang sat down and closed his eyes to rest. He got bored and started humming along with their singing.

Soon, it was 9 pm. Li Huowang understood now that the people here separated the night into different sections; so, 9 pm11 pm would be the second section of the night,11 pm1 am would be the third section, 1 am3 am would be the fourth section, and 3 am5 am would be the fifth section of the night. The rooster would usually start crowing at 5 am.

He yawned. For some reason, he was much sleepier than on other nights. Unfortunately, he couldnt sleep for the night since Lu Zhuangyuan had already hired him. So, he took out the sacred text and slowly started to examine it, trying to combat his sleepiness.

This had been his habit for the past few days; every time he needed to stand guard during the night, he would start examining the sacred text. He examined it again and again, but other than confirming that it was indeed some sort of scripture, he hadnt found anything else about it.

The second section of the night soon passed, and it was now the third section. The ancestral hall continued to remain normal as nothing unusual had happened.

Li Huowang raised his head, staring at Lu Zhuangyuan who was looking into the bronze mirror and doing his makeup.

His heart must be bleeding right now; he will have to pay me 6 pieces of silver for absolutely no reason.

He thought about it and figured that nothing would happen tonight. After all, this was the ancestral hall of the Hu family. The descendants of the Hu family had gone out of their way to invite the troupe to perform for their ancestors; there was no reason for the latter to cause any problems for them.

Just as Li Huowang had thought that tonight would be a peaceful night, something strange happened.

The singing came to a sudden stop without any warning.

Chacha and Chars Thoughts

I know what you guys want hehe

Chapter end

Chapter 1: The Master
Chapter 2: Li Huowang
Chapter 3: Jade Pendant
Chapter 4: Black Cauldron
Chapter 5: Pills
Chapter 6: Worth
Chapter 7: Zephyr Temple
Chapter 8: Rewriting the Script
Chapter 9: Black Taisui
Chapter 10: Steamed Buns
Chapter 11: Xuan Yuan
Chapter 12: Pill Recipe
Chapter 13: Refining Pills
Chapter 14: Ally
Chapter 15: Zheng Kun
Chapter 16: Head
Chapter 17: Found It!
Chapter 18: The Method To Become An Immortal?
Chapter 19: Superstitious
Chapter 20: Dan Yangzi
Chapter 21: Attaining Immortality
Chapter 22: Exit
Chapter 23: Home
Chapter 24: Plunder
Chapter 25: Path in the Forests
Chapter 26: Frightening
Chapter 27: Evil
Chapter 28: Lu Family
Chapter 29: Stage
Chapter 30: Performance
Chapter 31: A Wandering God
Chapter 32: Hu’s Family Ancestral Hall
Chapter 33: Continue The Performance!
Chapter 34: The God of Happiness
Chapter 35: Confused
Chapter 36: Donkey Cart
Chapter 37: The Nine Classes
Chapter 38: Jianye Town
Chapter 39: Wild
Chapter 40: Midnight
Chapter 41: Monk
Chapter 42: Monastery
Chapter 43: Buddha
Chapter 44: Righteous Monastery
Chapter 45: Buddha Statue
Chapter 46: Xin Hui
Chapter 47: Placing the Incense Sticks
Chapter 48: Escape
Chapter 49: Strayed One
Chapter 50: Buddha
Chapter 51: Negotiation
Chapter 52: Dan Yangzi
Chapter 53: Ponder
Chapter 54: Wandering God
Chapter 55: Healed
Chapter 56: Beyond the Border
Chapter 57: Shaman
Chapter 58: Li Zhi
Chapter 59: Chosen Apprentice
Chapter 60: Shaman
Chapter 61: Second Deity
Chapter 62: Night Visit
Chapter 63: Red Veil
Chapter 64: Drum
Chapter 65: Let’s See How You Beat The Drum Now!
Chapter 66: A Virtuous Person
Chapter 67: Parcel
Chapter 68: Festival
Chapter 69: Meal
Chapter 70: Lake
Chapter 71: Water Bandits
Chapter 72: Dragon Gate Village
Chapter 73: Murder
Chapter 74: Death
Chapter 75: Warehouse
Chapter 76: Bamboo Slips
Chapter 77: Ba-Hui
Chapter 78: The Aftermath
Chapter 79: Market
Chapter 80: Nun
Chapter 81: The Benevolent Nunnery
Chapter 82: Abbess Jingxin
Chapter 83: Strayed One
Chapter 84: Sense of Doubt and Confusion
Chapter 85: Descent
Chapter 86: Departure
Chapter 87: Forest
Chapter 88: Rules
Chapter 89: Wu Family
Chapter 90: Girl
Chapter 91: Li Huowang
Chapter 94: Bewilderment
Chapter 92: The Eighteenth Lunar
Chapter 93: Red
Chapter 96: Ba-Hui’s Descent
Chapter 98: Backtrack
Chapter 95: Pain
Chapter 97: Doctor Li
Chapter 99: Night Visit
Chapter 100: Yang Xiaohai
Comic Sans MS
Font size