Thunder light shines on Luoxia Peak.
Ordinary people can only feel the magnificence of the thunder sea, but the spirits in the mountains are afraid that the thunder will fall on them. Many lonely ghosts line up to report to the City God Temple.
There are still many spirits in the Ziyun Mountains who don't know how strong Longhu Temple is. Now seeing the thunder sea summoned by Qin Luo, they all trembled with fear and worshiped at Luoxia Peak.
Qin Luo just joined in the fun, made some noise, and celebrated the New Year, and did not expect to scare them.
The thunder sea is a nightmare for these monsters. Even a saint who encounters a thunder disaster will have a narrow escape. However, Qin Luo controls the thunder sea with his thoughts.
Qin Luo waved his hand.
The golden thunder sea dissipated, and the bright starlight shone on Qin Luo. As long as he was there, there was always light.
"Junior brother, Happy New Year!"
"Brother, Happy New Year."
Jin Yan grinned. It was the first time he celebrated the New Year in a Taoist temple and felt like home. This was a memory he would never forget.
"Junior brother, on the first day of the new year tomorrow, there should be many people coming to the Taoist temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. Get up early, and then senior brother will cook glutinous rice balls for you!"
"Okay, senior brother."
Jin Yan returned to the room full of expectations.
Qin Luo came outside the Taoist temple and bowed to Wu Xuantian, "Old Wu, happy New Year."
"Master Qin, you too."
Wu Xuantian bowed his hands to Qin Luo in return.
Qin Luo returned to the backyard, and a peach blossom floated in front of him. He stretched out his hand to catch the bright peach blossom.
"Blessed."
Qin Luo raised his hand to the old peach tree.
He knew that the old peach tree guarded the Dragon and Tiger Temple.
Back in the room, Qin Luo placed the peach blossoms beside the bed. He looked at the message on the wall and smiled, then lay on the bed, thinking about nothing, listening to his breathing.
early morning.
Before dawn.
Qin Luo came to the kitchen.
Jin Yan came to the kitchen to help.
Qin Luo prefers to eat sesame glutinous rice balls, but there is only brown sugar in the Taoist temple, which was originally used to make ginger soup.
Jin Yan lit a fire and boiled the water. When the water in the pot boiled, Qin Luo put the big glutinous rice balls wrapped in brown sugar into the pot one by one. After a while, he watched the glutinous rice balls float and said, "Junior brother, go call the master to come and eat. sweet dumpling."
"good!"
Jin Yan ran deep into the Taoist temple.
"Master, it's time to eat glutinous rice balls!"
Hearing Jin Yan's call, Zhang Fulong opened his eyes. When he heard that there was food, he immediately got dressed.
"Your senior brother is the most sensible!"
They came to the kitchen, Qin Luo took out the glutinous rice balls that seemed to be cooked, and then handed the bowl to Zhang Fulong, "Master, you are here just in time, let's try first to see if they are cooked?"
Zhang Fulong picked up his chopsticks and poked the glutinous rice balls in the bowl, and the brown sugar water spilled out. "This must be cooked."
"Junior brother, this bowl is yours."
"Thank you, senior brother."
Because it was a big glutinous rice ball, there was only one in a bowl. Qin Luo smiled and asked: "Master, if you think it tastes good, I will cook you some more big glutinous rice balls."
“This glutinous rice dumpling is good!”
"I can eat two...three more for you!"
"Junior brother, what about you?"
"I can still eat two more!"
Qin Luo continued to make glutinous rice balls in the kitchen.
Jin Yan looked at the glutinous rice balls and sighed: "The glutinous rice balls are so sweet. I must like them, but it's a pity that she is not here."
"I'm back!"
Ziyue's laughter sounded outside the yard.
A gust of breeze rushed into the yard, and Ziyue ran into the backyard wearing a green Taoist robe, "Master, you are all here!"
Zhang Fulong nodded with a smile, "You came back at the right time. Your senior brother is cooking glutinous rice balls."
Qin Luo knew Ziyue was back and immediately served her a bowl of glutinous rice balls, "Little junior sister, this is yours."
"Thank you, senior brother. Fortunately, I'm smart." Ziyue raised a smile. She knew that Chu Daodong would be very busy, so she rushed back to help. She didn't expect to eat the glutinous rice balls made by her senior brother.
In the backyard of the Taoist temple, peach blossoms were blowing in the wind. The master and the apprentice sat around eating glutinous rice balls, and the yard was filled with the flavor of the New Year.
After eating the glutinous rice balls, Jin Yan took out the candy wrapped in mulberry paper and handed it to Ziyue, "Senior Sister, a female donor gave this to me. I don't like eating candy."
"Hey, thank you, junior brother!"
Ziyue put the candy into her pocket.
Spring is coming.
It’s the season of revival again.
The morning glow appears, and the mountains and forests are covered with golden gauze.
People come to the Dragon and Tiger Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings one after another. Since the construction of the Chenghuang Temple, the Dragon and Tiger Temple has not been so lively for a long time. Many people come here once a year.
The golden horn stood outside the Taoist temple, staring at every citizen who entered the Taoist temple with its big eyes.
A little boy threw a hard-boiled egg to Golden Horn. He opened his mouth to catch it and ate it with relish.
After eating, Jin Jiao stood up on two feet and made a congratulations and fortune gesture to the little boy.
Seeing that Jinjiao was so smart, the middle-aged man pulled off the drumsticks from the roast chicken that was used to honor Taoist ancestors and threw it to him. Jinjiao ate the drumsticks in one bite and bowed to the middle-aged man.
"Hahaha!"
There was laughter outside the Taoist temple.
More and more people are feeding Golden Horn.
Jin Yan saw a familiar figure among the people entering the Taoist temple. Dong Jisheng walked into the Longhu Temple with a cane. He was still stooped, but not out of breath.
"Mr. Dong, please sit down for a while."
Jin Yan brought a wooden stool to Dong Jisheng.
"Thank you, little fairy!"
Dong Jisheng took a wooden stool and sat down in the corner of the Taoist temple. He did not want to disturb the people who came to the Taoist temple to offer incense and pray for blessings.
Qin Luo and Zhang Fulong are very busy now. Many people come to them to ask for their fortunes and want to know their fortune for the year.
Asking to sign for ten cents, and undoing the sign for ten cents!
Jin Yan brought a bowl of ginger soup to Dong Jisheng, "Mr. Dong, please drink a bowl of ginger soup to warm yourself up."
"Okay, okay, thank you, little fairy."
Dong Jisheng held the bowl with both hands. He drank the ginger soup. His cloudy eyes became much brighter and he felt more energetic.
Jin Yan continued to entertain other people who came to the Taoist temple.
Dong Jisheng looked at the people coming and going. They were squeezing towards the main hall. He saw a couplet in front of the hall and read it out softly, "If you have evil thoughts in your heart, burning incense will not do any good. If you are upright, you will not worship me if you see me." Why not."
"That makes sense."
Dong Jisheng stood up, put the empty bowl in the wooden bucket, then bowed in the direction of the main hall, then turned around and left Longhu Temple in a graceful manner.
When the Taoist temple was not busy, Jin Yan told Qin Luo, "Brother, Mr. Dong has been here."
Qin Luo nodded.
He knew that Dong Jisheng had come over.
There was no long break at noon, and people came to Longhu Temple to offer incense and pray for blessings. If there was no Chenghuang Temple, Longhu Temple might be even more lively.
Zhao Qing'er and Xie Fei came to Longhu Temple.
Xie Fei used to go to Bailu Temple to pray for blessings. Ever since he met Yin Puppet and saw the power of Wu Xuantian, he believed in Longhu Temple. "Old Immortal Master, what kind of fortune is this?"
In other Taoist temples, there are several kinds of lottery tickets, and they also write good or bad luck. The lottery tickets from Longhu Temple are all the same, with nothing on them, and the difference cannot be seen with the naked eye. Zhang Fulong took the wooden stick and said with a smile: "This is the upper sign. Female donor, you have a happy event coming soon, just go back and wait for the good news."
"Thank you, old immortal!"
Xie Fei was delighted.
Zhao Qing'er sat opposite Qin Luo. She shook out an old wooden stick from the bamboo tube with nothing on it.
Qin Luo picked up the wooden pick. His eyes were filled with golden light, and he could see the lines that were invisible to the naked eye. "Miss Zhao, it's a winning pick, good or bad, most people have this pick."
Xie Fei walked to Zhao Qing'er and frowned slightly, "Qing'er has done so many good things, why did she still win the lottery? Master Immortal, are you wrong?"
Qin Luo also hoped that Zhao Qing'er's luck would be better. He put the lottery back and said, "Miss Zhao, shake it again."
"I believe in immortals."
Zhao Qing'er didn't shake it a second time.
Xie Fei felt there was something wrong with the sign. She picked up the bamboo tube and thought of the sign Zhang Fulong had just given her, so she decided to try Qin Luo's skills and said, "Please ask the immortal master to interpret the sign for me."
A wooden stick came out.
Qin Luo picked up the wooden sign and checked it. He smiled and said, "It's a lucky sign. It's an excellent sign. You'll have good luck this year."
The top lotus is similar to the auspicious sign. They are the lot that the people want. Xie Fei is very satisfied. He leaned into Zhao Qing'er's ear and whispered softly: "Qing'er, this immortal master is not as good as the old immortal master. Your lotus is at least It’s Zhongji.”
Zhao Qing'er believed in Qin Luo. She thought it was good to be ordinary. She said respectfully with a pretty face: "Thank you, Master Immortal, for the interpretation."
"Miss Zhao, walk slowly."
Qin Luo continued to interpret the signs for the people behind him.
"Zhongping."
"Zhongping."
"Zhongping."
Fewer and fewer people come to Qin Luo to ask for a fortune, and everyone gathers around Zhang Fulong, because in his place, at worst, everyone is lucky, and they all want to ask for good luck.
evening.
A busy day.
Zhang Fulong and Zi Yue happily counted the money.
Jin Yan was cleaning the main hall, while Qin Luo was still sitting at the table. He was doing nothing, shaking the bamboo tube, and a wooden stick jumped out of the bamboo tube.
Looking at the worn wooden skewers.
Qin Luo's expression gradually became serious.
"Brother, what kind of sign is this?"
"Place your signature!"
