Snow falls in Gusu, Qionghua branches bloom, and Lingyan turns white.
Zhao Siqi was confused and didn't know what year or month it was, and it was raining, snowing, wind and frost along the way.
The five red dogs became jet black dogs again, and Zhao Siqi also became a beggar.
It wasn't until this ancient city with its breathtaking scenery came into view, with every household decorated with lanterns and colorful lanterns with peach symbols and red lanterns, that I suddenly understood.
"It's Chinese New Year."
The snow has gradually lightened up.
The trees beside the road were covered with a layer of ice and snow, and the crystal clear branches looked like jade.
Every household was clearing snow in front of the door, and it was very lively, but Zhao Siqi was stopped outside the city and was not allowed to enter. Although he repeatedly stated that he was not a refugee, not a beggar, but a cultivator whose heaven and earth were his bed, he was still turned away by the soldiers.
"On this great day of the New Year, the King of Wu is enjoying himself with the people. I can't let you idle men disturb my temper. Let's go! Let's go!"
Zhao Siqi originally wanted to argue, but another soldier had taken a liking to the black dog next to him and showed an agitated look, so he had to leave.
One black, two yellow, three flowers and four white. Eating dog meat during the Chinese New Year is another tradition.
Zhao Siqi ran away quickly. Otherwise, if a dispute broke out, he would still be able to escape, but the black dog might not be able to survive.
After leaving Changmen, Zhao Siqi patted the dog's head and said, "You stinky thing, you were almost caught making a pot."
Naturally, Wuhong Dog didn't understand what he said, so he washed his fingers with saliva.
Zhao Siqi looked at this majestic city, sighed secretly, and said: "I have heard about the name of Gusu for a long time, but it turns out it is just like this."
He had nowhere to go, but found an unexpected surprise outside Changmen.
There was a Taoist temple that was still open. Although not many people came and went, there was still some incense.
Zhao Siqi wanted to stay overnight, so he went to the Taoist temple. This small and square Taoist temple worshiped Emperor Fuyou.
Two young masters preside over the Taoist temple. One is serious, mature and prudent, and the other is always smiling and hospitable. They are doing all the work of welcoming guests, praying for blessings and eliminating disasters.
Seeing Zhao Siqi, the smiling little mage hesitated for a moment, then said with a troubled expression: "This good believer..."
Zhao Siqi quickly stated his purpose and identity to avoid being treated as a refugee. There is not much porridge in the Fuji Temple, so they can only give away a bowl of porridge to help the refugees, but they dare not stay overnight.
And being a refugee does not necessarily mean you have a good status. Along the way, Zhao Siqi has seen many incidents of refugees causing trouble.
Knowing that Zhao Siqi was also a cultivator, the young mage said: "Wait a moment, I will ask my senior brother."
After a while, another unsmiling little mage also came. He took a look at Zhao Siqi and convinced him that he was not ordinary, so he invited him in.
The unsmiling little mage said: "Xiao Dao Huai Zhong, this is my junior brother Huai Yi, this fellow Taoist, please come here."
Zhao Siqi stayed at Fuji Temple for a temporary rest.
There were almost no people coming to offer incense in the afternoon. When it got late, Huaizhong and Huaiyi had already closed their doors.
Zhao Siqi borrowed their stove to heat hot water, took a bath for himself and the black dog, and changed them.
When Huaiyi came to see them, he was surprised and said, "Isn't this a black dog?"
Zhao Siqi laughed and said: "There was too much mud rolling along the way, it's a five-red dog."
The five-red dog's eyes sparkled, and Huaiyi praised: "Good dog."
Since Master Liu passed away, it was the first time that outsiders stayed overnight at Fuji Temple. In the past, the two senior brothers had always dealt with each other, providing food, drink, and clothing.
Now that guests are coming, it is inevitable to entertain them.
Zhao Siqi couldn't just sit there. Three young people were busy, and a lively five-red dog made the place lively and lively.
The three of them chatted, and Zhao Siqi also shared some interesting insights, and started laughing as he talked.
Smiling, Huaiyi turned around and secretly wiped away his tears.
Zhao Siqi was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had said the wrong thing, and was at a loss for a moment.
Huaizhong suppressed his smile and said, "Don't be surprised, my master passed away not long ago, and my junior brother thought of him."
Huaiyi slowed down, turned his head and apologized, then looked at Huaizhong and said, "I haven't seen you smile for so long. I have been practicing hard all day long. I am very scared."
Huaizhong's throat was choked, and the calmness on his face almost collapsed. He barely maintained a smile and said, "I'm fine. Look, how do you say these things on this great day."
Zhao Siqi left silently, giving the brothers a space to get along with each other.
He went to burn incense for Emperor Fuyou, and then stood in the courtyard, looking at the bare persimmon tree in the courtyard hanging with ice leaves and covered with a layer of white, but his thoughts didn't know where to go.
West Dongting Mountain.
It is also the New Year in Shenjing Palace, but it is just a simple celebration. Practitioners don’t care much about this, just like they don’t care much about birthdays.
If you are running towards eternal life, it is not easy to measure your time inch by inch, lest you count it too clearly and live up to your longevity.
Immortal Jinting suddenly came out of seclusion and was in a good mood.
The Lei Cai Guan said doubtfully: "The Great Immortal is looking happy today. I think he has become more diligent in his practice."
Immortal Jin Ting also disagreed with him and said: "It is indeed a happy event. You can go and play. You don't have to wait for me here today."
The mine collector then retreated.
The little Taoist priest Chong Jing, the supervisor, was one year older. He went around asking for new year's money. When he saw the thunder collector, he came to him to ask for money.
Heilong was shocked and said: "What kind of lucky money? I have never heard of lucky money in all my life."
The inspector pointed at his big nose and asked, "Are we still friends? Aren't you going to give me some lucky money during the Chinese New Year? I'm twelve years old, and a person is only twelve years old."
The Lei Cai Guan reached out and picked his ears and said, "I am over a thousand years old and I have never received any New Year's money. Is there anything special about you being twelve years old?"
A look of pity suddenly appeared on the inspector's face. He rummaged in his sleeve and took out a small red silk bag.
He stuffed the small bag into the hand of the collector, put his feet up to reach the officer's shoulder, but couldn't reach it, so he had to do the next best thing, patted his arm and said, "Don't be sad, I'll divide the new year's money." Please be patient. I'm leaving first, and I have to go and pay New Year's greetings to other senior brothers."
Then he went to rob without looking back - no, he went to pay New Year's greetings to the next senior brother.
The Lei Guan looked at the bag in his hand and was stunned for a moment. Then his face quickly turned red. Lei Lei was furious and said, "Who is sad! Who wants your New Year's money!"
The mine collector was so angry that he jumped up and down, and the inspector had already gone far away. He could only sulky for the rest of his life.
Until midnight, Chongjing Xiaodaotong was about to fall asleep, when suddenly a huge black shadow knocked on his door.
He opened the door and saw that there were piles of round clam shells and colorful rocks in front of the door.
A black dragon spit out ice flowers from its nose and said with an evil look: "Keep the New Year's money I gave you!"
Then he swept the clam shells and stones into the door together with Chong Jing himself. Chong Jing hurriedly ran out to thank him, but a strong wind blew over and the black dragon was gone.
