The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife-Chapter 529: Mu Family Ancestral Worship

The sedan chair swayed within the ancient courtyard, moving from this courtyard to that one, passing through one ancient gate after another, traversing one old alleyway after another.

The entire journey was silent, not a sound could be heard, even the footsteps of those carrying the chair were light, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Sitting inside the sedan chair, Jiang Nuo was initially curious, wanting to explore the outside world with his consciousness.

But the moment the sedan chair started moving, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have lost connection with the outside world, as if he was trapped alone in a pitch-black world.

The feeling was truly unpleasant.

It felt as if the whole world had left only you, with darkness before your eyes, you couldn’t see anything, couldn’t hear anything, just sitting there, only able to feel the sway underneath.

Swaying, swaying, swaying...

Time seemed to have stopped, no longer flowing.

This feeling was incredibly frightening.

An unease crept into Jiang Nuo’s heart, he wanted to remove the black cloth in front of his eyes, yet found he couldn’t move at all.

Damn it?!

Had he stepped into a trap?

Or was it that the Mu family’s sedan chair was that formidable?

After several struggles to no avail, Jiang Nuo almost coughed up blood.

In the future, if anyone used this chair to scheme against him, wouldn’t he die miserably?

However, it wasn’t without some benefits. Here, he found that time seemed elongated, his thinking process slowed, but he had more room for contemplation.

In his mind, all of a sudden, many things emerged, about the past, present, and future.

His heart gradually settled down.

In his body, something seemed to be flowing, like a hidden river flowing quietly in the abyss beneath the ground.

Because they were too far apart, he couldn’t hear it clearly, but the majestic aura hit him in the face, all of a sudden, cool and refreshing.

Outside the sedan chair, it had already stopped moving, quietly staying in the courtyard.

At a glance, all the sedan chairs looked almost identical. If there was any difference, one among them was radiating a gentle, soft light.

Somebody intended to step forward to check but was stopped by Mu Mingyu: "Wait!"

At this moment, Mu Qiuniang also stepped down from the sedan chair: "What’s the matter?"

"Great Aunt, the sedan chair of Granduncle and Grandaunt is glowing."

Mu Qiuniang glanced and said: "No worries, it should be an enlightenment, it’ll be fine after a while. Go and check if the others have come out?"

"Yes, Great Aunt."

When Jiang Nuo finally stepped out of the sedan chair, he found the courtyard full of people, and upon inquiry, he found out they were all waiting for him.

Jiang Nuo felt a bit embarrassed, though he didn’t know what ceremony they were holding, he knew it was very important, or Mu Qiuniang wouldn’t have taken it so seriously.

However, he had experienced ’enlightenment’ before the ceremony took place, causing them to wait for such a long time.

"Sorry, I really didn’t do it on purpose!"

"We understand, we understand. In the history of the Mu family, there are many such stories." Both Mu Laozi and other elders in the Mu family had a smile on their faces.

"These are all old stories. Our ancestors also attained enlightenment while sitting in a sedan chair. Back then, our ancestors said that the prosperity of descendants is the best tribute to ancestors!"

"Since then, it became a family tradition that even during ancestral veneration, if a disciple attains enlightenment, we mustn’t disturb them. If the veneration hasn’t started, we wait; if it has begun, we bypass them."

"But, these were things from hundreds of years ago, it’s been a long time since it happened..."

"It hasn’t been a long time at all, people have treated it as a story, they don’t believe it’s real, thinking it’s a fabrication. Just think, are there immortals in this world? Are there cultivators? If there were, why have we never seen them?"

"Fortunately, we’ve held on!"

...

As they spoke, some elders began to shed tears.

Indeed, from the time of Mu Qiuniang’s generation, already several hundred years had passed, how many remembered that era?

All of this had been transformed into text, whether the written records were true or false, no one knew.

Especially with the decline of the Cultivation World, that piece of history almost turned into a myth or legend!

To hold mythical tales as reality, to uphold traditions left from the past to everyday actions, in this era of rapid information flow, how rare it is.

Do they, the elders, not know what the young people are saying?

They call them old relics, insisting on believing in those ancestral tales, whether they were true or false, long outdated.

"Right, these seniors are really sick, clearly false yet insist on believing, not only believing themselves but also coercing their descendants to believe, isn’t this sick?"

"Sigh... who knows! But what can we do? In this traditional patriarchal family, us young folks have no say, and those who do are the ones fully indoctrinated, completely buying into their beliefs."

"I’m not saying upholding tradition is bad, I just think we should eliminate the dross and absorb the essence, not pass down everything indiscriminately; isn’t that harming the future generations?"

"If you have the guts, go tell them that?"

"Forget it, I don’t want to be expelled from the family. As long as I know in my heart, let them fancy their rituals."

...

Seeing the elders with their reddened eyes, Mu Qiuniang felt somewhat unsettled inside.

She knew, in saying these words, they didn’t mean to blame her, they just wanted to say that their persistence was truly difficult.

They rejoiced, all their perseverance wasn’t in vain. Today, in this incredibly significant ancestral veneration event for the family, they could finally loudly tell all the disgraced lineage offspring of the Mu family: "Our persistence is right!"

For the Mu family descendants, achieving the participation in the ancestral veneration ceremony was an extremely crucial honor. It was ingrained in them as if etched in their bones — only those who have participated in the ancestral veneration are true Mu family members!

"Recognition"!

Was what every Mu family member needed.

Many Mu family descendants who claimed not to care, actually cared somewhat inside. Simply having their name on the family pedigree was not the same as being able, after adulthood, to enter that mysterious place and pay respects to the ancestral tablets.

Every Mu family member who participated in ancestral veneration was tremendously proud — I am a true Mu family member!

And those Mu family members who hadn’t participated would envy those who had very much.

This was a part of cultural heritage, a critical facet of the family education they received from childhood.