Shen Mu, graduated from the history department, worked in the provincial capital for five years, with a monthly salary of 5,200 yuan.
When he resigned and returned to the village to guard the temple, everyone thought he was crazy.
On the vigil night, the twenty-two tablets in the ancestral hall are lit up in order from the oldest to the newest. Where the oldest piece of paint peeled off, a word emerged——
"Return".
Shen Zongzhou, the ancestor of the Ming Dynasty, walked out of the memorial tablet, wearing a blue official uniform and said sternly:
"The seventeenth generation of the Shen family to keep the temple! Are you willing to take on this important task?"
The clan wants to sell its ancestral hall. Developers are waiting to sign contracts. Seven days.
Shen Mu opened the seventh volume of "Huaining Prefecture Chronicles": "This piece of land was acquired by the Shen family for building embankments in the Ming Dynasty. It is written in black and white."
——From a broken ancestral hall to family sacrifices, township sacrifices, county festivals, state festivals, and national sacrifices.
——From the twenty-two dust-covered memorial tablets by Chengyue Lake, to the return of all souls at the foot of Tianshu Mountain.
As long as the incense burns out, the root remains alive.
As long as the root is alive, the person will come back.
Reader comments
It's so verbose. It's normal that no one will read it.
It's so verbose. It's normal that no one will read it.