The sky was gradually growing darker.
In the courtyard outside the ancestral hall, the members of the Liu clan gradually dispersed.
Inside the coffin, Liu Fan was excitedly counting the Filial Piety Points.
"Filial Piety Points: 20"
In other words, these Filial Piety Points could keep him awake for 20 minutes, which was a day and a half.
With this time, Liu Fan finally breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to worry about suddenly falling asleep anymore.
It was pitch - black inside the coffin. All he could do was open his eyes. He couldn't do anything else, let alone get out of the coffin.
Thinking of this, he asked the system again. Was he really going to be a living corpse in the coffin for the rest of his life?
"As long as there are enough Filial Piety Points, the host can get out of the coffin and reappear in the world!"
Hearing this, Liu Fan felt helpless.
The amount of Filial Piety Points the system required was so huge that it even caused the system to crash during calculation. God knew how many Filial Piety Points were needed.
What he needed to do now was to find ways to guide the clan members to come and worship him more often, so as to accumulate Filial Piety Points continuously.
"But what method should I use to guide them..."
Liu Fan pondered. Thinking of the scene of casting the "The Ancestor's Wrath" spell in the afternoon, his heart skipped a beat, and a thoughtful look gradually appeared in his eyes...
As the night deepened, when the moon rose above the willow branches, the gate of the ancestral hall creaked open.
Two figures crept into the courtyard.
Finding no one in the ancestral hall, the two rushed in and bowed respectfully to Liu Fan's spiritual tablet.
"Forgive us, Old Ancestor. The children are extremely hungry and keep crying for food. So, we want to borrow the big pig's head on your altar to feed the children. When the children grow up, we will definitely raise more pigs to show our respect to you..."
As they spoke, they started to pack the braised big pig's head on the offering table.
Inside the coffin, Liu Fan opened his eyes and recognized these two people.
One was called Liu Daquan, and the other was Liu Erquan. They were brothers, and each of them had a snot - nosed child.
Hearing what they said, Liu Fan was quite surprised.
Had the Liu family really fallen to the point where they couldn't even afford to eat?
A thousand years ago, under his leadership, the Liu family had tasted all kinds of delicacies from the land, sea, and air. It was a well - known and prestigious family with countless experts. The Yun Dynasty even bestowed the title of "Royal Clan" on them. The entire Scorpio City was the territory of the Liu family, and they enjoyed the supreme honor of "One Clan, One City".
"It seems I need to have a good understanding of the current situation of the Liu family!"
Liu Fan pondered.
At this moment, a soft cough came from outside the courtyard.
Liu Daquan and Liu Erquan in the ancestral hall were startled. They turned around and saw that in the shadow of the willow tree, the Fifth Elder, Liu Wuhai, was standing there with a walking stick at some unknown time.
"Fifth Elder, we... we..."
The two looked panicked, holding the big pig's head in their hands, at a loss.
The Fifth Elder, Liu Wuhai, sighed and waved his hand, saying, "Take it, take it! The children are growing. If anyone asks about the offerings, just say that a cat took them away at night."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
The two replied excitedly and turned to leave, but were stopped by Liu Wuhai again. "You took something from the Old Ancestor. Aren't you going to offer incense to the Old Ancestor?!"
The two quickly turned around again, respectfully offered incense to Liu Fan, burned paper money, kowtowed, and then picked up the pig's head and left in a hurry.
Inside the coffin, Liu Fan received another 50 Filial Piety Points.
Looking at Liu Wuhai, Liu Fan liked him from the bottom of his heart.
This descendant was very filial to him. He was also very sincere when worshiping in the afternoon and contributed the most Filial Piety Points. But Liu Fan didn't know what he was doing in the ancestral hall in the middle of the night.
It was already autumn, and the night wind was blowing. Another layer of leaves covered the courtyard.
Liu Wuhai walked on the leaves, making a rustling sound.
In the moonlight, his body was even more hunched.
He entered the ancestral hall, added oil to the oil lamp on the shrine, then offered three sticks of incense to Liu Fan, burned paper money, kowtowed, and finally, stroking Liu Fan's coffin, slowly sat down on the straw mat.
The Filial Piety Points increased by 200.
Liu Fan felt gratified.
This descendant named Liu Wuhai was indeed very filial to him, an ancestor. Every time he worshiped, he was very sincere.
Looking through the coffin board, Liu Fan carefully examined Liu Wuhai.
Liu Wuhai, who was in his seventies, had a face full of wrinkles like tree bark. Under the light of the oil lamp, he sat quietly beside Liu Fan's coffin, his eyes full of fatigue.
He slowly took out a long - stemmed pipe from his waist, lit it with the oil lamp, and started puffing.
As he inhaled and exhaled, the fire in the pipe flickered on and off, clearly visible in the dim ancestral hall.
"Old Ancestor, the Liu family is getting worse year by year. Winter is coming soon, but there is very little grain left in the granary. The business outside can't be carried out anymore. How are we going to get through this winter! Sigh!"
"Although we used your body to kill many people, the little money we got is not enough at all!"
Liu Wuhai sighed and exhaled a mouthful of smoke, which blurred his face.
"Last year, seven people in the Liu family were frozen to death. The year before last, six people were frozen to death. I don't know how many people will be frozen to death this year."
"We, a family of physical cultivators, have actually fallen to the point of being frozen to death!"
"The inheritance of physical cultivation has been cut off. The clansmen are getting weaker and weaker. If it weren't for your body, our Liu family would have been destroyed countless times."
"Today, the Fourth Elder died. I'm sorry for him. If I hadn't buried you too deep, the Fourth Elder wouldn't have lost his life."
"Fourth Elder, I'm so sorry for you!"
When Liu Wuhai said this, his eyes turned red. He wanted to cry but choked himself. Suddenly, he coughed violently, and the whole ancestral hall was filled with his coughing.
After a long time, he calmed down, sat on the straw mat, gasping for breath, and sometimes making a gurgling sound in his throat.
"The genealogy records that you, Old Ancestor, are the first - generation ancestor of our Liu family. Your cultivation was astonishing, and your physical body was like an indestructible golden body. If you have a spirit in heaven, please give us descendants a sign!"
Liu Wuhai put down the pipe, lay on the ground, and kowtowed to Liu Fan's spiritual tablet again and again.
"Old Ancestor!"
"Old Ancestor!"
"Old Ancestor!"
...
His voice was hoarse. He kowtowed while crying, feeling completely desperate and confused about the situation of the Liu family, seeing no hope at all.
Inside the coffin, Liu Fan was deeply touched by this scene.
"What on earth happened in these thousand years? How did the prestigious family decline to this extent!"
He felt sad. He didn't expect that after his death, his body was still helping the Liu family fight against enemies.
His eyes fell on Liu Wuhai. Looking at his tear - streaked face, with a desperate and pained expression, Liu Fan was shocked.
"This descendant is really burdened with a heavy load. It seems that he might even be suffering from depression, and it seems to be severe. The situation is really bad..."
He quickly called up the system. With a thought, he spent 100 Filial Piety Points to exchange for a spell.
"Love of the Old Ancestor - The High - Spirited Curse! Go!"