Xu Ling and the others walked to the side of the burning coal, and watched the old man who guarded the temple sprinkle the red charcoal evenly into the long pit on the ground. This is a real charcoal burning red, and the heat can be felt even if you stand on the side, and the heat wave hits your face! A barefoot old man next to him has come out of the temple.

This man was as thin as wood, and his face was like the bark of a dead tree, and the skin of his hands and feet was dark. When he approached the vicinity of the coal, everyone applauded desperately and cheered loudly, Xu Ling was also excited, he had not seen such a wonderful folk program for many years, as if he had returned to the scene of riding on his father's shoulder to watch the performance when he was a child.

"Okay!", seeing that the performers had already stepped into the coals, their steps were even, and they walked through unhurriedly, and the crowd erupted in bursts of cheers, which was too amazing! After all, it was a real red charcoal, and the temperature could definitely scorch people's skin. The method used by ordinary folk artists to walk this sea of fire carbon is to walk briskly, using the skin of their feet and charcoal for a short contact time to prevent themselves from being injured. But today completely subverted everyone's thinking, just like a normal person walking, isn't he afraid of being hot?

Xu Ling knew the reason through guò sense. The root cause lies in the soles of the old artist's feet, the skin is thick, and the skin is still as old as a rock! This artist is the most famous in the county, just because Xu Ling watched the performance when he was a child! I heard that his hand can grasp the charcoal for five seconds and stay without being injured at all. After hearing his grandfather say this, Xu Ling regarded him as a living immortal, if it weren't for the immortal, how could he not be afraid of fire?

Now it seems that the old artist's hands are also calloused, and with talent and exercise, he has become a masterpiece. If you let the fat man go up, it is estimated that he will have to get oil in a while.

The old man walked steadily across the ten-meter-long sea of fire, then waved his hand to everyone, and then Grandpa Xu Ling came out on the side and began to quiet everyone, "I think everyone must be curious to know if it's true that Xiao Xu can grasp the charcoal without getting hurt." It's an honor today, Xiao Xu himself proposed to show this unique skill, cheer! Because after this year, Xiao Xu will close the mountain and will no longer perform!", Grandpa Xu Ling was stunned at first, and then burst into earth-shattering cheers, which is a respect for the old artist, and a pity for never seeing such a traditional classic performance again. Just ask how many places in the country now have this kind of performance on the knife mountain and down the sea of fire? What's more, this old artist is unique, and dares to challenge with both hands and feet!

The old man came to the brazier, first wiped the palms of his hands against each other, took a deep breath, and then went deep into the brazier with his right hand and took out a piece of all-red coal, grabbed it with his five fingers, this is not the end, the old man also slid the coals into the palm of his hand. The crowd of people watching the "hiss" took a breath of cold air in unison, I really didn't expect that the old man would dare to play like this! Five seconds later, the old artist threw down the coals, then waved his hand to everyone, re-entered the Dragon King Temple and disappeared.

"Oh oh!", the crowd automatically gave way, cheering, applauding, blessings, and nostalgia for the old artists as if they were welcoming the victorious heroes.

Xu Ling also felt that it was a pity, starting from next year, he would no longer see the unique art of the sea of fire. Even if there is, it is definitely not as good-looking as the performances of the old artists. From him, Xu Ling knew what it meant to be calm and unhurried, and the sky would not fall. This old man truly explained that picking chestnuts from the fire is not just an idiom! The next tightrope walking or something always makes people feel that something is almost something, and it can't arouse everyone's interest.

The last item in the Dragon King Temple was to put Kong Ming lanterns, and Xu Ling also invested 100 yuan in the merit box, took five and met Xu Bing, and prepared to go home after putting them together. Xu Ling saw that Anxin was chatting happily with Xu Bing, and Yuhu hadn't come to look for it yet, which was a little strange. It stands to reason that even if there are too many people, it is impossible to find them for so long, right? The venue is so big, it is not good to shout, it is good to shout a few more times. Sensing it with his spiritual power, Xu Ling found him in the dimly lit place by the White Horse River. However, what he is doing now makes Xu Ling speechless, and he is really talking and laughing with a charming young woman with a good figure.

took the Kong Ming lantern to Yu Ying, saying that he wanted to go for convenience. Xu Lingdong walked to Yuhu's side and said to him, "Brother Tiger, put the Kong Ming lantern!", after speaking, he looked at the young woman, and said, "My sister-in-law was almost squeezed to the ground just now, and now I am a little afraid." After saying this, he ignored it and walked back.

Yuhu was also embarrassed to be caught, waved his hand with the young woman, and chased Xu Ling.

One person at a time, Xu Ling crushed it with charcoal fingers and wrote a few words gently, lit it and waited for his temperature to come up, supported it with both hands, and then pushed, Kong Ming Lantern went up with the trend, although it was still a little swaying, but it finally rose slowly and steadily. Drifting farther and farther away with the thoughts that Xu Ling had, drifting to the sky and drifting to the Moon Palace! It also took away the blessings of relatives and friends in Xu Ling's heart, hoping that the future days will be peaceful and happy for a long time. As for Guotai Min'an, Xu Ling knew that the uncle would write this sentence.

After meeting their parents, grandfather and uncle, the group left the Dragon King Temple and rushed home. Returning home is the real reunion, eating moon cakes, drinking coarse tea, chatting about the happy events of the year, talking about the future life plan, and then calling the parents in the short, ghosts and foxes, laughing and talking, the voice is also getting farther and farther in the moonlight.

And in the Dragon King Temple, after the temple keeper closed the door and turned off the lights to sleep, the earth began to absorb the moonlight, and then strangely began to rotate and combine, from more than 10,000 words to slowly twist and deform, and finally turned into a turtle! Then it turned into a golden dragon flying in the air, surrounded by clouds and mist, the dragon's head looked up to the sky and roared, and the four claws were sharp as if they could tear through the void! And below the golden dragon, a black fog rose, faintly occupying half of the sky, and something seemed to be galloping and roaring in the black fog, making the black fog roll endlessly like a tsunami, surging! Then the golden dragon turned back into the shape of a crow, and the moonlight poured down like a waterfall and was absorbed by it, turning into a huge net covering the sky to suppress the black mist, and the more it closed, the smaller it became. When the black fog was about to disappear, the black fog suddenly expanded sharply, and the golden net suddenly cracked a small opening, allowing a trace of black fog to escape!

The golden net seemed to be provoked and provoked, and suddenly the light shone brightly, and the grid was golden as if it was made of gold, and suddenly pressed and closed, and the black fog was like being struck by lightning, and a strange "chirp" sound came out, and disappeared below the ground carving! The Ao above looked at the White Horse River and sighed softly, and then looked in the direction of the reservoir, showing love, and then looked at the White Horse River, as if he had figured out something, and smiled humanely. Then it slowly faded, the lines twisted, and turned into more than 10,000 mysterious fonts, such as stained with traces of the vicissitudes of time, continuing to tell the ancient legends, pouring out that period of time that is not known to modern people!

Early the next morning, Xu Ling was awakened by the sun on his face. Naked covered with a thin blanket, now the blanket is also hot, look at the time, it is only half past six. "This weather, not only is it hot, but it doesn't rain yet, so it's unreasonable. Xu Ling muttered while getting dressed and getting up, fortunately Xu Bing and the others should be busy, otherwise they would have to come in again. Walking to the balcony, opposite is the branch of the banyan tree, many small birds are chirping in the tree, Xu Ling also saw that the insects have been caught to feed the young birds, busy practicing the singing of the yellow birds, larks, flocks of sparrows, crows, turtle doves, big, pulsatillas and so on. Many of them make nests in banyan trees. In addition to dozens of meters next to the golden eagle nest, there are countless bird nests on the branches of banyan trees in other places. For these little birds, the golden eagle is precisely their protector. Their wingspan is too large and their bodies are inflexible, and it is impossible for them to come up to the branches below to catch them, and even because of them, small eagles such as eagle rock eagles dare not stay, and even large tree snakes dare not appear here.

The village is also full of people, a busy day has begun, and the roar of the pharmaceutical factory machine has begun, which is warming up. The sound of pheasants and dogs and geese, coupled with the children's mischievous start of the day, makes this quiet night of the countryside enter the noisy world again.

After eating, Xu Ling saw that everyone was busy, and he became an idle person, so he wanted to go to the village on the edge of Pohu Lake to see if he could find out the rest of the puzzle, but he went outside and let the scorching sun shine, and he didn't have any energy. Or comfortable in the shade. Xu Ling simply took a recliner and took the notebook to the bottom of the tree to surf the Internet.

It's not like that after lying down for a long time, after all, there are many tourists now, and those who come and go are either asking and chatting or taking group photos, and there are also those who enter Xu Ling's house to visit. Grandma Xu Ling is at home and never locks the door, and this has become a must-visit attraction for tourists.

Xu Ling put down his things, on such a hot day, he simply went to the reservoir to swim, and by the way, he caught some shrimp to eat, and it was still very good to make a garlic prawn. There is a lot of space, but swimming in the reservoir, by the way, cool and cool is not the right thing.