God of the House Is on Top

When Tao Ning was forty-one, he did two things: cut off the head of his last enemy, and burned himself into a wisp of incense in the ancestral hall. He became the family god of the Tao family. He could hear everything about his descendants - he could hear their complaints and cries in front of his tablet, and he could hear the words they dared not say in front of others. But he couldn't answer a word. The rules are dead: ask for what you ask for, and answer what you ask for. The tribesmen offered incense and asked questions, but he could only answer one hexagram. Six paths, no explanation. Some people interpret the hexagram as forbearance. Some people interpreted it as beating. Some people understood that Dad was blaming us. He watched them all. Fortunately, incense is reasonable: the more prosperous the family is, the stronger he is; the more sincere the people's hearts are, the more he can protect. So, a speechless ancestor accompanied his descendants, starting from the half-dead spiritual vein halfway up the mountain, and climbed up step by step. Some people died in battle, some betrayed, and some came to the ancestral hall in the middle of the night and scolded him as a useless ancestor. He listened. ——This is the story of a mortal family crawling out of the mud. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.