When I looked at the temple from a distance, I thought it was like a small Buddhist temple, but when I got closer, I would find that there were some differences.


    Jiang Wanbai swept the building in front of him. He was surprised. He could not help but mutter: "this is too strange."


    "What''s the matter?" Qi Qingxing heard this and asked in a low voice.


    Jiang Wanbai shook his head and said, "go ahead and have a look. I''ll tell you more when I go back."


    Qi Qingxing nodded and they walked towards the ancestral hall side by side.


    Up the steps is the gate, the gate is open at the moment, and on the left side of the gate is a futon. A monk in a monk''s robe with deep furrows in his eyebrows sits cross legged.


    The monk closed his eyes and didn''t recite the Buddhist scriptures. He seemed to be meditating and sleeping.


    However, sitting at the gate like this, even if a little sun sets at the gate, Jiang Wanbai admires her for being able to fall asleep like this. Anyway, she can''t do it.


    Jiang Wanbai thinks, and Qi Qingxing walk in front of the big monk. The big monk doesn''t respond. He doesn''t know whether he doesn''t care or he''s really asleep.


    Once you go in, you can''t see the end of the tablets at a glance. Those tablets are all the same, but the inscriptions on them are different. "There are at least thousands of memorial tablets here..."


    Jiang Wanbai murmured softly and felt that the dense memorial tablets in the past were a little shocking.


    "There seems to be something wrong." Qi Qingxing suddenly uttered his voice.


    "Well?" Jiang Wanbai looks at him.


    Qi Qingxing pursed his lips and said: "there is also an ancestral hall in the Marquis''s house, in which the incense has never been cut off, and the door will be opened in the daytime. Only at night will the door be closed. Therefore, as long as you step into the courtyard where the ancestral hall is located, you can smell the smell of the burning incense."


    "Not here!" Jiang Wanbai suddenly realized that there were thousands of memorial tablets standing in the ancestral hall, but there was no offering table before the memorial tablet.


    Not to mention incense and offerings.


    It''s really a piece of incense, no candle, only bare tablets.


    That''s weird, too!


    When Jiang Wanbai came in, he only focused on looking at the memorial tablets, but he didn''t notice anything about incense. But it wasn''t just the incense that had problems, even the memorial tablets were very strange.


    Jiang Wanbai asked, "ah Xing, all the tablets that can be put in an ancestral hall should be of the same surname?"


    "It''s true." Qi Qingxing nodded.


    For example, in the ancestral hall of the Qihou mansion, only the memorial tablets of the ancestors of the Qihou mansion will be placed. Those married women will also add a sentence in front of them to show their identity.


    That is to say that this person has married into the Qihou house, and that she is the person of the Qihou house, and should be worshipped by the descendants of the Qihou house.


    Even in some ancestral halls, only the memorial tablets of the men of their own family are allowed to enter the ancestral hall, while the women who marry in or those who marry out are not eligible to enter the ancestral hall.


    But now most of that is left to the rigid families.


    "That''s strange." Jiang Wanbai was affirmed by Qi Qingxing. He pulled him past the memorial tablets, pointed to them one by one, and said, "you see, the surnames on these tablets are all different, and there is almost no rule to speak of However, since the ancestral hall holds the memorial tablets of the craftsmen who helped to build Daqing temple, it is no wonder that the craftsmen do not come from the same surname. However, in the past few hundred years, the surnames should only be specific to those families, you see... "