Closer to Revealing My True Self-Chapter 226 - 179 Can it be like this?_2

He didn’t immediately get up after waking up but lingered in bed.

Feng Yi rubbed his cheeks. His venom glands were still changing, and his cheekbones felt itchy and uncomfortable.

He yawned and thought of something. Feng Yi didn’t even bother to continue rubbing his face; he grabbed his phone instead.

It was time to send out New Year’s bonuses to the staff.

Today he was still giving them the day off, and Feng Yi planned to go to Xiao Feng Mountain alone.

He had wanted to take the butler with him, but the butler had declined.

After distributing the bonuses to the employees, he replied to each New Year’s greeting in the chat app.

Feng Yi also sent a New Year’s message to Mute Uncle.

Not long after, Mute Uncle sent back a red envelope.

The amount was quite generous.

Did he win money playing mahjong?

Having sent his online New Year’s greetings, Feng Yi sprung out of bed with a flourish.

During his call with Feng Chi yesterday, that youngster mentioned that he hadn’t heard anyone talking about going to Xiao Feng Mountain for the ancestral rites.

The ancestral home on Xiao Feng Mountain didn’t have much presence in the Feng Family because Old Man Feng didn’t pay much attention to it. The rites of ancestor worship were always arranged by him, and he rarely involved others. As time went by, everyone else also started to disregard it.

All they needed to know was that there were no ancestors to be commemorated, and even when analyzing Old Man Feng’s psychological reasons, they could deduce an important piece of information: Old Man Feng held a grudge against his great-grandfather’s generation.

The Feng Family now only recognized one "ancestor," which was Old Man Feng. He was alive and well and didn’t like it when people kept bringing up the topic of "worship."

For the Feng Family’s generation of fathers and grandchildren, the only worship involved was for the three wives of Old Man Feng who had passed away.

There had once been rumors that Old Man Feng was looking for a place to build an ancestral temple, but there had been no substantial progress, and gradually, no one talked about the "ancestral temple" anymore. After all, not everyone had the culture of having ancestral temples, and even if they did, it wasn’t guaranteed to continue.

Times were changing, and so were the rituals.

People of Feng Yi’s generation hardly knew that the ancestral home on Xiao Feng Mountain had a temple.

As Feng Yi drove towards Xiao Feng Mountain, at the foot of the mountain, a black, unassuming private car slowly approached from afar and stopped at a service station.

This station wasn’t large and didn’t need constant staffing with the advancement of automation.

The car stopped in the designated spot, and two young men got out.

The younger of the two was Feng Qian, the child of Feng Yi’s fourth uncle.

The other was Luo Kai, the eldest son of Feng Yi’s aunt.

These two weren’t from the same grandmother as Feng Yi and weren’t very close before, but recently, they had frequently mentioned Feng Yi. One reason was the popularity Feng Yi had online, and the other was Old Man Feng’s strange attitude towards him.

Feng Qian stepped out of the car, looked up at the sun, and with a frown headed for a shady spot at the service area.

They both had attended the New Year’s Eve dinner at the old house yesterday. They hadn’t paid attention to the ancestral temple before, but Luo Kai found some information — Old Man Feng was not indifferent to it, rather, he had plans to rebuild it. After discussing it, they decided to come to the ancestral home at Xiao Feng Mountain early this morning to see if they could find any useful information.

An affiliated factory at the foot of Xiao Feng Mountain had some connection with a company under the Feng Family’s eldest uncle. To avoid drawing attention, they took a detour, arriving later than planned, when the sun was already high in the sky.

Feng Qian opened the map on his phone, checked his location, and pointed to a spot, asking Luo Kai, "Are you sure Old Man Feng wants to build the temple there? It’s diagonally opposite Xiao Feng Mountain, quite far away."

Luo Kai wasn’t sure either, "That’s what I found. Maybe Old Man Feng thinks the feng shui here isn’t good?"

"Xiao Feng Mountain, this legendary Snake Mountain, doesn’t seem to have any snakes," Feng Qian observed the surroundings.

"They say it’s just changed management, and a bunch of them were moved, so no snakes are visible."

"Good riddance! Snakes are creatures that shouldn’t exist!" Feng Qian was afraid of snakes. He was initially against the idea when he learned that the ancestral temple was on the legendary Snake Mountain, but driven by potential benefits, he still came with Luo Kai.

All the way here, he was on edge, but now that he was here and only saw warning signs with snake symbols and no actual snakes, his fear subsided a bit.

"There’s not a soul in sight here! Creepy, no wonder nobody likes coming this way!"

As they traveled, there were cars and people, but none headed this direction. A search on the map revealed a cemetery nearby.

"During the New Year, who else would come to such a desolate place if not to visit graves?"

Feng Qian complained, yawning. He was a senior in university and cherished his holiday break at home, wishing he could sleep until noon every day.

Luo Kai was in a similar situation, but he was about to graduate from his master’s program, preparing his thesis, being introduced to certain affairs by his parents, and had to attend several important banquets during the new year, keeping him very busy. Only around New Year’s Eve did he get to sleep in.

Rubbing his eyes and catching the breeze outside the car, he took a moment to rejuvenate.

"I’m going in to use the restroom," said Feng Qian as he walked towards the service station, which had a bathroom.

Luo Kai, on the other hand, went to a smoking area, lit a cigarette, and carefully thought about the information he had gathered about Old Man Feng in the past couple of days. Old Man Feng had not left the old house, but he was up to a lot. The new ancestral temple came across Luo Kai’s radar by accident; otherwise, he would never have known about the old man’s plans!

They had always thought Old Man Feng didn’t care about the ancestral temple because the times were changing and the young had new habits, with ideas often differing from the elderly’s, and no one would think about ancestral temples.

The Feng Family Ancestral Temple, he had really never seen it!

As a reasonably successful grandchild from the outer branch of the family, Luo Kai did have some presence with Old Man Feng.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Luo Kai frowned, thinking about what his mother had said last night.

Old Man Feng had a lot in his hands, and even a tiny fraction slipping through his fingers would be enough to satisfy the average person.