Qiongtian Temple was demolished twice this year, but it was rebuilt very quickly. After eight hundred years of reincarnation, I wonder if next year will be a good year. How many more times will his Qiongtian Temple, which can still stand in front of the Tianzhu, suffer.
I laughed a little in my heart, but mostly felt helpless. Even though holding the Xuan Hui blurs the boundaries between life, old age, illness and death, people seem too insignificant between this vast world and reincarnation.
Just like the "Big Chun" that exists in the legend, how many times are human years worth its spring and autumn?
Cool flakes of snow scraped against his face, and he reached out to wipe them away. Suddenly coming back to his senses, he stretched and saw a team of horses galloping through the snowy fields in the distance.
"Oh, the snacks and New Year's goods have arrived." He raised his voice and said to the subordinates around him.
The subordinates all happily walked towards him. Jue Tongjun walked at the end, moving slowly with a smile on his face.
In the distance, watching his subordinates carrying large and small packages from the carriage behind the horse and returning to Qiongtian Palace, Jue Tongjun patted the snow on his shoulders and nodded to them.
"You guys go back. I want to walk around here and see the snow." He said to his subordinates who ran over in a gentle tone, "There's no need to worry about decorating the hall. Haha, you guys have some time to worry about, go back today. Rest and rest.”
When the subordinates heard about this good thing, they nodded in agreement with enthusiasm. Jue Tongjun passed by his subordinates and walked towards the snow-covered grass field outside the palace.
Under the wind and snow, it is the flower dynasty of the coming year. The green mountains are like this, the lofty clouds are like this, what does not change is the world of the three realms, what changes is the rise and fall of the human world.
He cannot remember the exact time he spent guarding this land. But at first, he came to the lower world carrying a full load of the glory of Yitian Sumen. It seemed that it was also a cold winter season.
His subordinates are like weeds in spring and autumn, they come and go, and even many of them can no longer remember their appearance. These friendly faces now will not be the last ones, but every time he hopes that he can remember their appearance more deeply, maybe just for the thought of doing his best in his heart.
The flying snow fell on his face and melted quickly.
Jue Tongjun often thinks like this, but he soon lets it go. Also because of time, he diluted some of the passionate feelings rolling in his chest, which may be a good thing.
Or maybe... it's time to have a drink with the comrade at work above?
When the snow fell all over the mountains, he would occasionally think of that person. At this moment, he was sitting somewhere above his head. As for whether it was snowing there or not, he was not sure.
However, only that person can empathize with this lonely agent's "mid-life crisis" feeling.
It just so happens that now, the crisis has not yet come, and the wind and snow are just poetic. If it had been later, the artistic conception might not be so beautiful.
Feeling slightly happy. Jue Tongjun turned around and strode back towards Qiongtian Palace, the broken snow under his feet making a "squeaking" sound.
As soon as I got back, I saw two very beautiful small "Qiongtian Temple"-shaped fragrant purple rice cakes placed on my table.
"Oh, so thoughtful." He chuckled and walked over, seeing a letter underneath.
Jue Tongjun first took out the letter and read it. This is what the famous pastry master of Liripu and his acquaintance Master Huang do every year. Jue Tongjun fell in love with his family's unique pastry, fragrant sunflower and purple rice cake, when he was traveling around the country, and would ask someone to buy some at the end of each year.
Master Huang is an honest man and has been taken care of by Tongjun Jue for many years. At this time of year every year, he prepares the pastries early and even gives some extra as gifts. In addition, I must bring a letter of greetings, along with snacks, to express my New Year greetings to Mr. Jue Tong.
Jue Tongjun ate this fragrant sunflower and purple rice cake from Master Huang's twenty-five to fifty-two.
Jue Tongjun opened the letter eagerly. Sure enough, it is still the familiar handwriting and style of Master Huang, the handwriting is simple and a little crooked.
Blessings are still there as always. Jue Tongjun looked through the lines line by line, but found that there were a few new lines below.
This is... "the first attempt at reforming an heirloom craft"? Jue Tongjun frowned slightly, a little confused when he saw these words.
However, the further down I looked, the weirder it became.
Master Huang said in his letter that in the past two days, a strange-looking foreigner had come to their store. That person also had his own experience in making dim sum, so they communicated a lot together and tried to improve some old dim sum.
Jue Tongjun turned his head and glanced at the two "Qiongtian Temples" lying on the table in an anxious mood.
It doesn't look like much... except that it's the first time to use such a model, and the color seems to be normal.
Continue reading the letter. Master Huang said that now the foreigner is helping in the shop and attracting many people. The foreigner seemed to want to open a store in Liripu, and hoped that he could contribute a sum of money to help him open it.
Foreigners... come to Liripu to start a business? Jue Tongjun didn't know why and put down the letter a little doubtfully.
Looking at the pastries on the table, Jue Tongjun hesitated for a moment and slowly picked up one.
As soon as I opened my mouth, before I could eat, I heard a sudden shout from outside the palace: "Oh my God, it's your fault. It's snowing so hard. I'll cover it halfway."
"Uh, huh?" Jue Tongjun heard the sound and quickly turned his head.
as expected. Jue Tongjun's eyes drooped: "Why are you here today?"
"Haha, you're not welcome." The visitor turned out to be Subiezhi. He was trembling while patting the snow on his body, "Oh, I just came here to ask a question and grab a bite to eat... Hey, you are living such a small life. It’s quite moisturizing!”
Jue Tongjun quickly put down the purple rice cake in his hand and went to help him catch the wind: "Are you looking for trouble for yourself by running around in the snow?"
Unexpectedly, Subiezhi waved his hands repeatedly, seeming to be extremely aggrieved. Jue Tongjun placed his snow-stained coat at the door and asked him to sit at his desk while he went to make him hot tea.
"Oh, no need to bother." Subiezhi's voice came from behind.
The subordinates around him all went to rest, so Jue Tongjun boiled water and made tea by himself. After a while, the water was boiling and the tea was ready. He brought it back to Subiezhi with a faint smile: "I'm here, you can put away your hypocrisy... Hey!?"
The words were already out of tune before he finished speaking, and Jue Tongjun was extremely heartbroken when he saw the scene in front of him.
"Why are you eating that purple rice cake?" He almost spilled the tea on the ground. Jue Tongjun trembled all over, but he saw that the small roof of "Qiongtian Palace" had already entered Subiezhi's belly.
What's even more outrageous is that Subiezhi actually showed a disgusted expression while eating.
"Oh, didn't you say you shouldn't be hypocritical?" Subiezhi muttered inarticulately, "Don't tell me, this snack is real, just like eating rose-flavored Xiang..."
