Two days later, one morning, there was a shouting from outside the Green Pine Temple.

Qingzhu immediately put down the things in his hand and went out to check, and when he walked to the front yard, he was stunned.

I saw an old couple and a young couple, and a three-year-old boy, a family of five, standing at the gate of Qingsongguan with a large bag in their hands.

As soon as they saw Qingzhu, a bright smile appeared on the faces of the five people, and the smiling Qingzhu was a little hairy.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, a few laymen, what are you ......" Qingzhu asked nervously.

"Dao Chief, thank you for saving our whole family!!" Zhao Sanbao pulled his wife and knelt on the ground with a puff.

Zhao Sanbao and his wife Wang Hong have been working in other places and rarely return to the mountain villages, leaving only their parents to take care of their three-year-old children.

Because I didn't buy a train ticket during the Chinese New Year, I just rushed back yesterday, but after arriving at my hometown, I found that the houses in my old house were actually burned down, which scared Zhao Sanbao and his wife half to death.

After inquiring with the neighbors, I learned that the parents and children were very good, and they were temporarily living in the house of the village head, Li Youfu.

After meeting their parents, the old couple told their son and daughter-in-law about the fire that night, and said that it was thanks to a little Taoist priest who rushed into the fire that the three of them were saved.

Although the old couple told the fire brigade that they might have hallucinated because of the fire, they firmly told their son that it was definitely not a hallucination.

So, the next day, a family of five went up the mountain to the Qingsong Temple, wanting to see the little Taoist priest in the Taoist temple with their own eyes.

Perhaps, this mystery will be solved.

As a result, as soon as the old couple and the three-year-old boy saw Qingzhu appear, they immediately recognized that the little Taoist in front of them was the one who saved people from the sea of fire.

So, this is the scene where Zhao Sanbao's family knelt.

Although Zhao Sanbao has not been to school for a few years, he knows what it means to repay his kindness, and the lives of his family were saved by the little Taoist in front of him, he just wants to thank him from the bottom of his heart, but they don't know exactly how to do it.

This kneeling is just a subconscious approach, just to tell Qingzhu that they are sincerely grateful.

"Don't be like this, don't be like this, get up quickly!!" Qingzhu became even more nervous.

“…… Ding! Saving a life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, host, you saved people, you can afford to kneel !!" The voice of the system suddenly sounded in Qingzhu's head.

When Qingzhu heard this, he understood the meaning of the system, and did not avoid it, but pronounced a sermon: "Immeasurable Tianzun, everything that happened has passed, just let him go, there is no need to mention it again......"

After finishing speaking, Qingzhu helped the five people up one by one.

"Dao Chief, are you really an immortal???!!! the old couple asked in unison.

"Poor Dao is not an immortal, just a little Taoist, as for the things of that night, they are all Sanqing Dao Venerable Saint ......" Qingzhu shook his head and said with a smile.

Qingzhu handled the matter of firefighting very smartly, he neither admitted nor denied it, and he didn't want to explain anything, because it was not clear at all, and even if it was explained, maybe there would be more trouble.

"That's good, that's good, it's all over, what's that ......" Zhao Sanbao wiped his tears and said respectfully to Qingzhu, "Everything at home has been burned, and there are no good things, we went to the morning market in a hurry, and bought some food for you, Dao Chief, it's just a meaning, you must take it!!"

After speaking, the family put the bag in their hands in the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

Qingzhu glanced at it, it was all some grain and vegetables, and some condiments for cooking, all of which were things that could be used to get by.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable, thank you for the gifts of the laymen, I wish you a safe and smooth ...... in the new year" Qingzhu waved his hand and accepted it happily.

……

After the head pillar incense turmoil, during the Chinese New Year, probably people are busy kissing, and there are no pilgrims coming up the mountain to burn incense, and the green pine temple has once again restored the tranquility of no one to disturb.

Qingzhu learns the instruction manual of the high-grade compass in the mobile phone every day, and when he is tired of reading, he plays with hens, black bears and ginseng, and the life is also happy.

Soon, more than ten days passed, and the Lantern Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month was coming.

On this day, at ten o'clock in the evening, there was just another light snowfall.

After having dinner early, Qingzhu had nothing to do, so he simply took a family of three and went out for a walk.

Qingzhu stood on the edge of the cliff and looked into the distance.

The snow has stopped, and today is a rare good day, no wind, no snow, and a few clouds of different shapes in the sky are dotted.

The sun shed its last rays, disappeared over the horizon, and a moon slowly rose.

The silvery moonlight sprinkled the earth, shining the entire mountain peak sacred.

Standing on the edge of the cliff, Qingzhu could see the lights in the village below the mountain, and vaguely saw a figure walking, but soon, he couldn't see clearly.

"Tomorrow is the Shangyuan Festival, and the snow lights up on the fifteenth day of the first month, indicating that there will be a good year in the coming year......" Qingzhu muttered casually.

In the year, there are three more important festivals in Daomen, namely: Shangyuan, Zhongyuan, and Xiayuan, collectively known as the "Sanyuan Festival".

Taoists believe that the three basic elements that produce all things in heaven and earth are heaven, earth, and water, that is, the "three elements".

The three are called "officials", and they are the segments in the process of spatio-temporal flow.

Emperor Ziwei of Tianguan blessed him and was born on the fifteenth day of the first month, which is called the Shangyuan Festival, which is the "Lantern Festival".

Emperor Qingxu, a local official, forgave sins, was born on July 15, called the Zhongyuan Festival, also known as the "Ghost Festival" or "Bon Festival".

Shuiguan Dongyin Emperor Xie Jiao, born on October 15, called the Xia Yuan Festival, commonly known as the "Xia Yuan Day".

Qingzhu's nagging was heard by ginseng, he jumped on Qingzhu's shoulder, pulled Qingzhu's ear and asked, "Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival, so what are we going to eat?!"

Qingzhu's ears were a little painful, and he replied casually: "The Lantern Festival is naturally going to eat the Lantern Festival, you you, you, come down and !!."

"Lantern Festival, Lantern Festival is delicious, the deity has eaten it in Heaven before, it is soft and fragrant, the deity will eat Lantern Festival tomorrow......" Ginseng radish shouted.

When the hen and the black bear heard this, they ran over together and asked, "Is !!the Lantern Festival delicious?!"

Qingzhu had a black line, and then he realized that he was talking too much.

He is the best at cooking porridge, and he can't make Lantern Festival, and there is no Lantern Festival stuffing in the Taoist Temple?!

"What, actually...... Actually, the Lantern Festival is not delicious at all, otherwise let's drink porridge???"

"Giggles, don't, we want to eat Lantern Festival, we've been drinking porridge for a year, we want to eat Lantern Festival!!"

"Mmmm, if we want to eat Lantern Festival, we have to eat Lantern Festival!!"

The black bear and the hen sat on the ground, rolling vigorously, and Qingzhu was so angry that he couldn't cry or laugh.

However, if Qingzhu is asked to make the Lantern Festival, it will be really difficult for him.

Back to Qingsongguan, Qingzhu logged in to the system commissary, looked for a long time, there is no Lantern Festival or glutinous rice balls in the commissary, glutinous rice seeds are there, if you buy glutinous rice seeds now, it is too late to eat Lantern Festival tomorrow!!

Later, Qingzhu thought that the system had said that his range of activities had expanded a lot now, and he could go down the mountain to the mountain village, otherwise, early tomorrow morning, he would go down the mountain to buy a few packets of frozen rice balls in the small supermarket in the village, wouldn't it solve the problem?

Thinking of this, Qingzhu asked the system in a self-muttering voice: "Brother system, are you there, isn't it the Lantern Festival tomorrow, ginseng They want to eat glutinous rice balls, and there is no one in your system commissary, what do you say I should do?!"

"You can do whatever you want??? the system replied impatiently.

"Uh, I want to go down the mountain tomorrow to buy dumplings, is that okay?!!" Qingzhu asked again.

"Yes, the host can go down the mountain now, but at present, it can't be too far away from the backing village, as long as you don't leave the village, it's okay!" the system replied lightly.

"Mmmm, okay, I'll go down the mountain tomorrow, I really haven't gone down the mountain for a long time, and I miss the people in the village very much!!"

Qingzhu stretched up, lay down on the small bed, and fell asleep in anticipation.

……

The next day, Qingzhu got up early alone and arranged everything in the Taoist temple.

He locked the door of the Taoist temple and walked on the flat gravel path, feeling happy in his heart, and before he knew it, he began to hum a small tune on his mouth, and his heart was simply beautiful.

In my memory, there is a small supermarket at the entrance of the village of Gushan Village, which is run by an old man.

That old man seems to be surnamed Xu, and Qingzhu's master Lao Dao is the same generation, in the earliest days, Uncle Xu opened a small store, and later it became a small supermarket.

The name of the small supermarket is "missing", after Qingzhu entered the door, he saw an old man in his sixties sitting on a chair, he was Uncle Xu.

At this time, Uncle Xu, still holding a pipe in his mouth and wearing a pair of reading glasses, was looking down at a diary in his hand.

"Yo, who is this, little Taoist Qingzhu, I haven't seen you for a long time, you don't seem to have gone down the mountain for more than half a year, what a rare guest!!" Uncle Xu raised his head and saw Qingzhu, and immediately smiled.

Qingzhu found that Uncle Xu was much thinner than before, but his eyes were very bright.

So, Qingzhu smiled slightly and said, "Uncle Xu, I haven't seen you for so long, are you still so energetic?"

"Okay, take what you want, hehe, you're welcome!" Uncle Xu pointed to his shelf and said.

"I just want to buy a few packets of frozen rice balls, I don't know if there are any in the store now?" Qingzhu asked with a smile.

"You also want rice balls, Aunt Li Chunhua bought a lot just now, wait a minute, let me find a ......"

While speaking, Uncle Xu opened the freezer, rummaged through it, and searched for a long time, but he didn't find it.

"Oh, it seems that there is no more, Qingzhu, if you are not in a hurry, you can sit here with me and wait, and I will call the warehouse to send some over, okay?"

"How long will it take?!" Qingzhu asked.

"About two hours, soon, Qingzhu, are you still worried that there will be thieves in your Taoist temple?" said Uncle Xu joked.

"That's not it, there's nothing in the Taoist temple, and I'm afraid the thief will scold his mother if he goes......" Qingzhu said with a smile.

"Hehe, that's it, then sit down and chat with your uncle, how about it?" Uncle Xu took a chair and put it in front of Qingzhu.

"Okay, I'll just wait in the store, thank you, Uncle Xu. With that, Qingzhu sat down on the chair.