People worship their ancestors: I'm just burning some paper money, how did I become a Taoist ma

Just as dawn was breaking, Wang Qingyu was suddenly awakened from her bed.

She was panting heavily, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat, and her heart was pounding rapidly.

Grandpa's thin, kind face is still clearly imprinted in my mind. Every word he said seems to be engraved in my bones, and I can never forget it.

"Li Fengnian..." Wang Qingyu murmured the name, then sat up.

Wang Qingyu took a deep breath, threw off the covers, and got out of bed.

Grandpa appeared in my dream.

This was the first time in so many years that her grandfather had appeared to her in a dream, but the content of the dream surprised her!

"That was a dream Grandpa sent...it wasn't just a dream, was it?" Wang Qingyu said softly.

I just paid my respects yesterday, it's impossible that I would have such a coincidence to have a dream like this, it must be a dream that my grandfather brought up.

But what bothered her most was what her grandfather said in her dream: an old man named Li Fengnian had received huge amounts of gold and silver twice in a row!

They worshipped in the mortal realm so many times, yet so many offerings were missing. It seems that the grandfather in the mortal realm has received nothing all these years, and he even has to borrow from Li Fengnian to appear in his dreams!

The problem here is already obvious. Li Fengnian's descendants on earth must have done something to ensure that Li Fengnian on earth received the things burned for him intact.

Wang Qingyu stood by the window for a while, waiting for her heartbeat to gradually calm down before turning around and going into the bathroom to wash up.

……

After washing up, Wang Qingyu dialed her assistant's number.

"Feeding? Mr. Wang!" came the groggy voice of the assistant on the other end of the phone. "So early..."

"You don't need to go to the company today. Go investigate someone for me," Wang Qingyu interrupted him.

"Mr. Wang, please speak!"

Upon hearing Wang Qingyu's voice, the assistant, who had been drowsy, immediately perked up and started listening intently.

"Li Fengnian, whose address is Mingyang Street, Tianhe District, Tianhai City, is deceased. I need detailed information on all his direct descendants. I need the results by today," Wang Qingyu instructed.

"clear!"

……

The Wang Family Mansion is a three-story European-style villa, covering a vast area and luxuriously decorated.

The lights were already on in the restaurant on the first floor, and the nanny was busy preparing breakfast.

Wang Qingyu walked into the restaurant and sat down on one side of the long table. A maid immediately brought her a glass of warm milk.

She didn't drink; she just held the cup with both hands, her gaze fixed on the table, lost in thought.

About twenty minutes later, footsteps were heard on the stairs.

"Qingyu, why are you up so early today?" Zhao Lanzhi was somewhat surprised to see her daughter already sitting in the restaurant.

"Dad, Mom, I have something important to tell you." Wang Qingyu stood up, her expression serious.

Wang Zhengbang and Zhao Lanzhi exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of doubt in each other's eyes.

"What is it? Sit down and tell me." Wang Zhengbang sat down in the main seat and gestured for his daughter to sit down as well.

Wang Qingyu didn't sit down, but walked to her father's side and said in a low voice, "Dad, Grandpa appeared to me in a dream last night."

The restaurant fell silent instantly.

Wang Zhengbang's teacup stopped in mid-air, and Zhao Lanzhi's hand, which was tidying the tablecloth, also froze.

"What did you say?" Wang Zhengbang slowly put down his teacup, turned to look at his daughter, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Grandpa appeared to me in a dream," Wang Qingyu repeated, each word deliberate and firm. "Last night—no, it should be early this morning—I dreamt of Grandpa. He was standing in a hazy, gray place, talking to me."

Wang Zhengbang suddenly opened his eyes and stared intently at his daughter.

"What did your grandfather say?"

Wang Qingyu took a deep breath and relayed her grandfather's words from her dream word for word.

"Grandpa said he had been suffering down there for years, unable to afford to appear in my dreams. But a couple of days ago, someone burned a large amount of gold and silver for an old man named Li Fengnian. Li Fengnian is also from Tianhai. He received the items burned by his descendants in the living world twice, without missing a single one. Grandpa borrowed money from him to make this dream happen, asking us to pay five million to Li Fengnian's descendants in the living world as repayment."

"Grandpa also said that we should find out who the descendants who worship Li Fengnian are, and no matter how much it costs, we should ask them to burn offerings for our Wang family as well. As long as the offerings can reach Grandpa, he can bless us from below."

After he finished speaking, the restaurant fell into a long silence.

Wang Zhengbang sat motionless in his chair, his expression shifting from surprise to solemnity, and then from solemnity to something indescribable.

"Grandpa... did Grandpa really appear in my dream? Is he... is he not doing well down there?" Zhao Lanzhi's voice trembled slightly.

Wang Zhengbang didn't speak, but slowly closed his eyes, his fingers tightening slightly until his knuckles turned white.

"When your grandfather passed away, we held a three-day Buddhist ceremony for him, burned several truckloads of things, and even set up a longevity tablet for him in the spirit hall... and this is how it all ended up?"

"Dad, now is not the time to blame ourselves." Wang Qingyu stepped forward and took her father's hand. "Grandpa appeared to us in a dream not to make us blame ourselves, but to tell us to find a way. Li Fengnian's descendants have a way to deliver the items accurately to our ancestors, so let's go find him. No matter how much it costs, we must ask him to come and perform the ancestral rites for our Wang family. Only when Grandpa is doing well can he have the power to bless us, his descendants."

Looking into his daughter's determined eyes, Wang Zhengbang felt a surge of complex emotions.

"You're right." Wang Zhengbang nodded, regaining his usual composure. "That Li Fengnian... do you have any leads?"

"I've already asked my assistant to check," Wang Qingyu said. "Grandpa gave me the general address and the name, so it shouldn't be hard to find. We should have the results before noon today."

……

After breakfast, Wang Qingyu changed into a business suit and drove to the company.

As she entered the office, she placed her bag on the desk, sat down in her office chair, and felt a little anxious thinking about the things she had asked her assistant to do.

The morning passed very slowly.

Wang Qingyu processed several documents and held two short meetings, but she seemed somewhat distracted.

At 11:30 a.m., there was finally a knock on the office door.

"Come in."

The door opened, and the assistant walked in carrying a thick stack of documents.

"Mr. Wang, the information you requested has been found." Xiao Chen placed the documents on the table, wiping the sweat from his brow. "Li Fengnian, a resident of Mingyang Street, Tianhe District, Tianhai City, was a retired employee of the Mingyang Street Office. His wife died early, and he had a son and a daughter..."

Xiao Chen gave a long and detailed report on Li Fengnian's basic information, but Wang Qingyu's attention was already focused on the document.

She picked up the documents and flipped through them page by page.

Li Fengnian's information is very detailed, including his birth date, place of origin, family members, occupation before his death, time of death, burial place, etc.

After turning a few pages, we came to the section on Li Fenghou's descendants.

"Li Fengnian's son, Li Jianguo..."

"Li Fengnian's grandson, Li Mu..."

When Wang Qingyu saw the name Li Mu and then the photo next to it, she was stunned!

"It's him?!"