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The members of the Song Family gradually arrived at the ancestral hall, with Father Song leading the way, his expression grave. Mother Song tightly held onto Song Qingmo's hand, her eyes filled with worry.
Song Qingyao followed behind them, glancing at me from time to time, her gaze complex.
Song Qingli stood to the side, quietly observing me with a calm demeanor.
I walked to the center of the ancestral hall and took out a compass, some copper coins, and several commonly used ritual tools from the cloth bag I carried. I arranged them one by one on the offering table with fluid motions, exuding an extraordinary sense of composure.
My fingertips brushed against the copper coins, feeling their coldness. A strange energy flowed from my fingertips to the coins and then spread throughout the hall.
"Today, I will reveal a truth here." My voice echoed in the spacious hall, calm and steady. The doors of the ancestral hall were tightly shut, and an ancient and mysterious aura filled the air. Talismans were laid out on the ground one by one. I lit three incense sticks and placed them in the incense burner before closing my eyes and murmuring incantations.
As I performed my actions, the atmosphere in the hall grew heavier, as if the air itself had solidified.
Song Qingmo trembled even more violently; she bit her lip tightly, a hint of panic flashing in her eyes.
Once I finished speaking, my master picked up the Zisha teapot from the table and poured me a cup of tea. He looked up at me and revealed a kind smile.
Song Qingmo's expression changed slightly as she instinctively moved behind Mother Song.
Mother Song noticed her movements and gently patted her hand to offer comfort.
After a moment, I opened my eyes, and the needle of the compass spun rapidly before finally settling in a direction.
I walked to the center of the incense altar, lit three sticks of incense, and respectfully paused my actions. Looking at the copper coins on the ground, a glint flashed in my eyes. "The crisis facing the Song Family is not a natural disaster, but rather a man-made calamity."
As soon as I spoke, everyone present was taken aback.
Father Song suddenly raised his head, his gaze sharp as he looked at me. "Man-made calamity? What do you mean?"
Song Qingmo's face instantly turned pale. She abruptly lifted her head, her eyes filled with fear and disbelief. "What… what are you talking about?" Her voice trembled as she inserted the incense into the burner. Wisps of blue smoke rose, filling the ancestral hall with the scent of sandalwood.
"Miao Miao, are you really sure?" Father Song broke the silence, his tone laced with a hint of hope.
I turned around, my gaze resolute. "Dad, please trust me."
I stepped into the center of the ancestral hall, my eyes sweeping over everyone before finally resting on the tablet honoring the ancestors of the Song Family.
I took three sticks of incense from my bag, lit them, and after respectfully bowing to the Song Family, I headed straight back to my master's courtyard.
As the sun set in front of me, I bowed respectfully and said, "Master."
My master set down the compass and looked at me with gentle eyes. The air was filled with a solemn and quiet atmosphere. "Miao Miao, you did well. Remember, while fate is hard to defy, human effort can also overcome it."
I nodded silently, a mix of emotions swirling within me. My master's words were like a beacon, illuminating my path forward and strengthening my resolve to protect my family.
I took the teacup in both hands and sipped gently; the aroma of the tea was rich, yet it could not mask the bitterness in my heart.
I nodded slightly. "It has been resolved."
My master smiled. "I knew you could handle it. You have always been exceptionally wise and diligent since childhood, and now you have truly reaped the rewards of your efforts."
After leaving my master's small courtyard, I headed straight back to the Song Family. I continued, "The Song Family is about to face a tremendous crisis. If we do not resolve it in time, the consequences will be dire."
My words immediately put everyone in the Song Family on edge. Mother Song asked anxiously, "Miao Miao, what kind of crisis are we facing?"
Taking a deep breath, I replied slowly, "The details cannot be disclosed, but I can find a way to resolve it."
I opened my eyes and looked at Father Song, speaking calmly. "I am praying for the Song Family."
Song Qingmo stood nearby and scoffed, "You're just putting on a show!"
I handed the documents in my hand to Father Song. "This is the evidence."
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