All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Chapter 263 Countless
This is the tone of the old man when he was alive.

Si Zhuo quickly pressed her lips together.

This is just a small movement on the bed, and the people crying bitterly on the ground in the room have not yet noticed.

Si Zhuo turned her head and said in a low voice to everyone, "Don't cry!"

While he was speaking, the corpse of the old man had already sat up from the bed, the hand that was holding Si Zhuo loosened, and instead supported Shen Lingxi's hand.

Si Zhuo turned her head again and saw her own father, who not only lied about the corpse, but also sat up, her heart skipped a beat, she hurriedly took half a step back, and knelt down on the ground.

Not only him, but all the Si family members present stopped crying and all bowed down to the old man.

People in Yunjiang believe in ghosts and gods, and they have puppet sects.

As the largest aristocratic family in Yunjiang, the Si family didn't see such things as "deceitful corpses" rarely, but they were not as frightened as the people of Dazhou.

The dead soul of Si Honglie was at the side, watching Shen Lingxi control her body effortlessly, her eyes were so shocked that she straightened her eyes.

"You have learned the silk puppet technique now?" he exclaimed.

Shen Lingxi glanced at him lightly, with a urging look in her eyes.

Si Honglie pondered for a moment, then said to her: "Girl, you tell Sanlang that he will obey your orders from now on, and assist... assist Yunwang."

When Shen Lingxi heard this, there was finally a bit of gentleness between her brows and eyes.

She said to Si Zhuo in the tone that Si Honglie used in her memory, "Sanlang, you have well-developed limbs and a simple mind. If I don't have me to watch over this house in the future, you should listen to the princess and help me." Yun Wang, do you understand?"

Si Zhuo's forehead twitched.

After all, he is the current head of the Si family, and his own father is still the same as before, and he doesn't give him any face.

He almost pointed at his nose and called him stupid.

"Yes." He leaned forward and said, "Son will definitely follow his father's wishes, listen to... the Crown Princess's words, and assist King Yunjiang well."

Seeing that Shen Lingxi imitated his tone so vividly, Si Honglie was amused, and simply looked at his son——

"Although your brain is not good, you are not as good as me, but you are more courageous. There are still some merits."

"Back then, your father and I were always regretful that we couldn't save Axi. Now God has eyes and gave our Si family a chance to make up for it. From now on, you can let go and do it. Why hide your strength and bide your time? Coincidentally, our Si family doesn't need any of them."

"You just... use your strengths, and don't say anything if you can do anything. Whatever the princess points out, you just hit. Do you understand?"

Si Zhuo frowned so much that a fly could be crushed to death.

He didn't understand why his father never left the princess.

It's just that the Crown Princess was able to sense his father's death just now outside the mansion, and now she can let her father cheat her body, so the reason must be not simple.

"Yes, my son will obey his father's words." He responded.

Seeing this, Si Honglie was finally relieved, and said to everyone, "I swallowed my breath after falling asleep today. It's a joy and mourning. Don't cry any more."

"All the descendants and grandchildren of my Si Honglie must remember that Yunxi gave this life to the Si family back then. In the future, you must respect the princess and concubine and make up for the Si family's debt to Yunxi."

Everyone looked at each other.

She didn't understand at all why the Si family owed the kindness to the saint Yun Xi back then to the Crown Princess.

But since the old man lied to the corpse, they naturally dare not disobey him.

Qi Qi agreed.

The old man lay back on the bed again, "I'm going. If you want to cry, go out and cry, don't disturb my quietness."

After finishing speaking, he slowly closed his eyes, let go of Shen Lingxi's hand, and there was no more movement.

Si Zhuo lay on the ground for a long time before he dared to stretch out his hand to touch the old man's breath.

As before, lifeless.

This time I really went.

A sense of sadness welled up in his heart, and Si Zhuo subconsciously wanted to cry again——

Shen Lingxi cleaned her hands, saw this, cleared her cough, and looked at him with raised eyebrows, with the meaning of "Have you forgotten what your father said?"

Si Zhuo hurriedly stopped the crying, turned her head to the crowd and said sadly, "Father, I'm gone..."

There was suppressed whimpering from the crowd, but no one dared to cry like just now.

The old man was already old, even though he was ill, he was considered to be at the end of his life, and he had no worries in this world.

After confessing the last last words, the soul body visibly lightened a lot with the naked eye.

Shen Lingxi walked up to Si Honglie's soul, and thanked him in a low voice.

Si Honglie's face was full of embarrassment, "Back then...the Xiao family's soldiers and horses were lurking outside the houses of several aristocratic families. If anyone dared to act rashly, the whole family would be slaughtered. I have no choice..."

"The past is all in the past." Shen Lingxi said calmly.

At the moment of life and death, it is understandable that the Patriarch chooses to protect his clansmen.

Six years ago, it was a dead end that only belonged to her.

In life, in many cases, the only one who can save oneself is himself.

Shen Lingxi turned to Si Zhuo and said, "The witch doctor outside, together with the things he used in doing things, please ask General Si to send someone to the Yunjiang Palace after dark."

With Si Honglie's last words, Si Zhuo changed his attitude towards Shen Lingxi and hurriedly bowed to Shen Lingxi.

Then he asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong with the witch doctor?"

Shen Lingxi said meaningfully: "It's also your luck. If I come a little later and put the old man's relics into the porcelain altar after he completes the ceremony, I don't know what the old man's soul will be refined into. It’s hard to survive.”

Si Zhuo turned pale with shock, "How could this be?!"

"Could it be that the witch doctors in Yunbian City all these years have done such ceremonies, and those who have hired witch doctors are not allowed to rebirth?"

Shen Lingxi's expression changed instantly upon hearing this...

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With the help of Si's family, in less than half a day, the matter of the witch doctor was found out.

Only then did Shen Lingxi know what had changed in the seemingly peaceful Yunbian City after the death of her saintly daughter.

Influenced by the way of governing the country under the rule of several generations of kings in Yunguo, which combined monarchy and theocracy, theocracy, which is in the hearts of ordinary people, will completely disappear because of the demise of the saint and the holy mountain.

In the past, the saintess was in charge of the witchcraft ceremony in Yunguo, and the medicine palace was responsible for imparting medical skills and distributing medicinal herbs to the registered doctors.

Witches and doctors go their separate ways without interfering with each other.

However, six years ago, the saint girl died, the medicine palace was destroyed, and the witch doctor quietly emerged.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are major events in life. In just a few years, the role of witch doctors in Yunjiang has gradually developed from medical practitioners to the funeral industry.

In the boundary of Yunjiang, where there is a family of funerals, monks do not show their way, and witches and blessings are rampant.

Shen Lingxi saw the witch blessing ceremony in Si's mansion, in every home where there is a dying person, the witch doctor will be invited to do the same thing.

"The witch doctor in the city was instructed by an expert. After the sacrificial ceremony, the black porcelain altar containing the relics of the deceased would be taken to the holy mountain and enshrined in the ruins of the holy mountain. According to legend, only in this way can the The dead, like the saintesses when they were alive, bathe in the blessings of the gods and bless their descendants. Today, the porcelain altars buried in the ruins of the holy mountain have covered the entire ruins, countless..."

(End of this chapter)