The sky is dotted with stars, and the lights in the world are dim.

The old man in the green shirt withdrew his gentle gaze from the hut at the foot of the mountain, and turned his head to look at the half-human-tall temple in front of him.

The old man in the green shirt smiled helplessly, and pointed at the small temple, a palm-sized golden figure jumped out of the stones in the small temple.

The golden-bodied villain hurriedly knelt on the ground and shouted, "Meet the eldest master." ”

The old man in the green shirt looked at the little guy in front of him and said softly: "It is not easy for everything in this world to become a spirit, and it is even more difficult to become a god. It is even more difficult to turn a stubborn stone into a fine. It is a blessing for you to have this kind of creation. I have watched the mountains and rivers for many years, and I have seen a lot of mountain spirits and water charms, you were willing to save Xue Nianci for a hundred years, but it is rare, I should thank you for my feelings, I have a reluctant request, are you willing to follow Nianci's side? You can rest assured, whether you want to or not, I will repay you well. ”

The golden-bodied villain was about to answer, but the old man in the green shirt waved his hand and said, "You don't have to answer in a hurry, although you borrowed the essence of my Snow Clan's qi, you have also repaid the Snow Clan." So you don't owe us anything, you can think about it again!"

The golden-bodied villain wanted to speak and stopped, and there was a battle between heaven and man in his heart, and he sat down on the ground after scratching his ears and cheeks.

The old man in the green shirt was silent, facing the mountain wind, closing his eyes and listening to the pine waves in the mountains, waiting silently.

After the heavy rain, the cool wind comes, and the weather falls vast and white, has not yet condensed, so it is said that the white dew falls, showing the white gold of the white also.

Autumn is coming, and there is a vast white gas between heaven and earth that rises from the mountains and valleys, and the deep ravines and deep pools. No matter how you look at it, it looks like there is a kind of majestic righteousness filling it.

The golden-bodied villain looked at the old man who was about to be covered by the fog on the top of the mountain, and whispered, "Return to the lord, I am willing." ”

The old man in the green shirt turned around and sat down cross-legged facing the golden-bodied villain, took out a fist-sized golden glass fragment and handed it to the golden-bodied villain, "This is a fragment of the golden body of the five peaks of the Imperial Dynasty, you can keep it and practice it slowly in the future! ”

The golden-bodied villain looked at the old man in the green shirt blankly, and as soon as he grabbed a handful of earthy yellow mountain essence from the ground, he was caught out, and with a wave of his big sleeve into the sea of clouds, a ball of water-blue water essence was swung out, and then he was stuffed into the stone in the small temple.

The golden-bodied villain smiled happily while holding the shards of the golden body that were about to be as tall as his body.

In the past, he practiced guarding the mountains, and every time he carried the essence of the mountain and the essence of the water, it was like an ant moving and a turtle crawling, and sometimes he couldn't move a wisp for several years.

Now the old man in the green shirt sighed a few times, and the golden-bodied villain felt a sense of fullness, and the golden-bodied villain hurriedly waved his hand and said, "Master, enough, enough." ”

The old man in the green shirt stopped what he was doing, "The essence of the mountains here is heavier than that of other places, and the essence of water is also thicker than that of other places. I have injected these essences of mountains and water into your body, and with a little practice, you can transform from essence to god and officially enter Shinto practice. This mountain guard is also your place of enlightenment, and when you have one day the way of God is completed, you can come here and move this mountain guard! ”

The golden-bodied villain was even happier.

The old man in the green shirt also smiled, "Little one, I hope you can always be happy." I can see that there is something wrong with Nianci's state of mind, but there is no one to help with the matter of conscience, no one can help, and it is difficult to be worthy of it. Only ask yourself everything. Therefore, I want you to become the last trace of pure land in its heart, and after going through thousands of difficulties and dangers, you still abide by your heart, and do not forget the duty of a scholar to establish a heart for heaven and earth, a life for the people, a continuation of learning for the saints, and a peaceful life for all generations. I know you don't understand what I'm saying, and you don't have to understand it, you just need to live without a heart or lungs. ”

The golden-bodied villain was ignorant, looking at the stone in the small temple with bright eyes, raising his hand from time to time to wipe the saliva at the corner of his mouth, and was afraid that the glass fragments in his hand would fall to the ground, so he hurriedly hugged it again.

The old man in the green shirt touched the head of the golden-bodied villain with a smile, looked up at the direction of the Great Zhou Tiangong in the dry area, and suddenly pulled out of the ground.

Transform into a streamer and disappear into the boundless mist.

The fog in Luoyang City did not slowly dissipate until noon the next day. There are a large number of people outside the door of Hongfu Money Bank, and today is the day of the lottery. No one knows who will spend the 10 million taels of silver, but everyone wants to go into their own pockets. Everyone is anxiously waiting with the ticket stub in their hand.

The shopkeeper of Hongfu Money Bank stood on the high platform a month ago, looked at the crowd of people below and said in a deep voice: "Okay, everyone look at it, I am a huge dice, there are ten sides, many people who like gambling have seen it, and then I will sprinkle a total of eight times, one number at a time, subject to the bottom, sprinkle!"

Then, I saw that the void was cut off by an ice surface, as if a glass transparent table top was placed in the air. As soon as the dice are scattered, there is no aura effect at all, it is all up to luck.

Soon, the dice stopped.

"One!"

Sprinkle again.

"Nine!"

The third time.

Or nine!

After eight times in a row, the lucky ticket stub was also picked out.

"Ticket stub 19,960,307! The shopkeeper of Hongfu Money Bank shouted.

Countless people looked at the numbers on the ticket stubs in their hands from time to time and looked around from time to time.

"Ticket stub 19,960,307! The shopkeeper of Hongfu Money Company shouted again.

"It's me, it's me!" a man dressed in a rather sour dress jumped up excitedly.

Soon, a money shop boy passed through the crowd and picked it up, and the ticket stub and stub were instantly matched.

"Congratulations, boy, this ten million taels of silver is yours!" laughed the shopkeeper of Hongfu Money Bank.

In the midst of laughter, a pile of white flowers and silver taels were pushed to the man.

"I only used one or two taels of silver, this, this is all mine?" the man suddenly roared excitedly.

"Send him the silver home!" commanded the treasurer of the Hung Fu Money Store.

"Hahaha, I'm rich, thank you God of Wealth, thank you God of Wealth!" the poor man was ecstatic.

The mountains of silver were sent to the man's courtyard around the sixty-four long streets in Kun District.

"Isn't that the kid of the old Wang family? I heard that his family is so poor that he can't open the pot!"

"I heard that his family borrowed silver twice a few days ago!"

"Last time, he came to my house to propose, but I just didn't look down on his poor family, so I scolded him and left, son-in-law!"

......

......

There was a lot of commotion in Luoyang City, and countless people's eyes were red, and they also regretted it very much, if I bought it just now, maybe I would have sent it.

Ten million taels of silver! A few carts were pushing, and they passed me right in front of me.

Countless people are jealous and envious, eager to replace the poor man, and even more eager to chop off their own hands.

Hongfu Qian Xing looked at the noisy crowd and laughed: "Do you want to come again!"

"Good!" hundreds of people were excited.

"Hahaha, okay, let's do it again. But this time, instead of saving money to exchange ticket stubs, I spent money to buy ticket stubs. One tael of silver and one ticket stub. However, this time we've raised the silver reward to 100 million taels. One person can buy more than one ticket stub. The shopkeeper of Hongfu Money Bank laughed.

The people were in an uproar, and then their eyes were red.

"I want ten ticket stubs, and this is a silver tael!"

"I want a hundred ticket stubs, this is a spirit stone!"

"Give me, give me the ticket stub!"

......

......

Many people took out double the amount of money from Hung Fook Money and deposited it into Hung Fook Money Bank.

Many people see that Hongfu Money Bank is indeed not deceiving people, and after a month, save one and get two. Everyone took out the old silver taels hidden in the kang between the beds. Either go buy a ticket stub or save money. Instead of letting it be ashes, it is better to put it in the money bank and let it make money.

Dongluo stood on the corner of the street, quietly watching the noisy crowd. For no reason, I remembered a sentence written on the wall of a tavern.

The joys and sorrows of human beings are not the same, I just think they are noisy.

It doesn't matter who wrote it, because whoever wrote it can do it.

"Nian Ci, the second step is over, let's withdraw all the people of the Snow Clan! Zhang Baigui has been holding back for so long, and it is time to let it go. Dongluo said in a deep voice.

Zhang Baigui rolled his eyes, "It's not holding urine, what to put it." Hold it back and let them enjoy it a little longer. ”

Xue Nianci laughed and said, "I'm afraid that your urine will drown several high-ranking officials and several big families in Luoyang City!"

Zhang Baigui glanced at Xue Nianci with disdain, "Vulgar, don't embarrass us scholars here." ”

"Most of the people in the city have been mobilized? I just saw that the butler of the Ministry of Rites and the ranger who is very famous in Luoyang have all gone to save a large amount of money, and the show is about to begin. Let's go!"

Dongluo turned around and left with the two.

Zhang Baigui withdrew his gaze from the crowd in the distance, held Xue Nianci's wheelchair with both hands, and walked away with a low shout. Then he pushed it to the long slope at the corner of the street.

I don't know whose house is on the side of the road, and there is a big plane tree growing quietly in the courtyard. Tall and wanton.

There are also a few weeds in the corner of the wall, quietly waiting to wither. Small but equally wanton.

The reason for the fall of winter is that I think of the mountains and meadows that I walked through in the early spring of this year, and the extremely long wheat fields that pulled the spring should be golden at this moment.

Fortunately, Beimang was blocked, Southern Xinjiang was blocked, the East China Sea was blocked, and Xiyuan was also blocked. And his own Uncle Li also returned to the position of the general of Zhenbei, and single-handedly commanded the long defense line of the northern Xinjiang of the Great Zhou. Guarded the golden wheat fields, guarded many people's homes, and guarded the romance and freehand of Luoyang.

When I was a child, Dongluo always thought that some people could see each other again after parting, such as Zhang Baigui and Xue Nianci. But in fact, many people will never see each other again once they leave. For example, with Chen Baxian.

A rustling autumn wind blew, and Dongluo wrapped his clothes, and it seemed that it was time to go to the qanats.

A withered yellow sycamore leaf rose and landed in the wind, and then fluttered into Dongluo's hands.

Dongluo stopped, his fingers pinching the petiole and turning it gently.

A leaf falls, and the world is in autumn.

It was the fiery red persimmon hanging on the branches, the golden wheat in the field bowing down in autumn, with boundless falling wood and melon and fruit fragrance.

This year, Dongluo was eighteen years old, Zhang Baigui was eighteen years old, and Xue Nianci was seventeen years old. And Xue Yuxin has just turned twelve years old.