On the first day of the first lunar month, the morning on Crouching Tiger Mountain is still cold, the clear spring in the mountain melts the ice non-stop, the mist is swirling, only to see the stream that flows endlessly, the rime forest is gently swaying with the wind, and an ice branch that accidentally falls off startled the white rabbit lying prone in the snowdrift.

Lu Cong, who didn't put up window flowers yesterday, got up early again, with a small windmill in one hand, which was dripping and turning, and a red window flower in the other, one by one. Lu Cong ran all over every window in the village that he could reach, and seriously pasted a smooth and beautiful window flower on it, and after working for half a morning, the new jacket was opened, and it was pasted seventy-seven-eighty-eight.

Dongxiang stretched his waist and came out of his room, yawned, wiped away the tears he squeezed out, and saw that Lu Cong was still looking around, looking where the window was still empty at this moment.

"Xiao Cong!" Dongfang beckoned to Lu Cong: "Have you finished pasting your window flowers?"

Lu Cong trotted over, pointed to the high windows, and said to the east: "Uncle Dongfang, you came just in time! You have to help me, go and put those high windows up, I can't stick them!" Lu Cong said as he dragged the sleepy-eyed east direction towards those windows.

"Okay!Okay! Don't worry! Uncle Dongfang will help you post it!" Dongfang yawned incessantly.

Lu Cong, who walked outside the main hall, suddenly stopped, and shouted a little restrainedly: "It's early to be in charge!"

Dongfang Yu smiled: "Xiao Cong is early!" and then glanced at the east direction.

The momentum of the east direction changed in an instant, and then he turned around and left without saying a word.

Lu Cong immediately touched his head, looked at the east direction and turned around and left, his little face was a little depressed, and he whispered to himself: "Uncle Dongfang, what's wrong?"

Dongfang Yu glanced at the far east, sighed softly, and asked Lu Cong again, "Xiao Cong, what's wrong with you?"

"Uncle Dongfang just said that he wanted to help me paste the window on that high place, but I can't stick it now!" Lu Cong had to pull the corners of his mouth and said to Dongfang Yu.

Dongfang Yu touched Lu Cong's head and said with a smile: "Come! Let Uncle Dongfang help you paste the window, where you say to post it, we will post it." ”

Lu Cong grinned again, and hurriedly nodded: "Thank you, big boss!"

Then he took out a window flower of Fu Lu Suxi, pulled Dongfang Yu's sleeve, and pointed to the window at the height of the main hall, Dongfang Yu took the window flower, and then jumped up, and pasted the window flower on the window in mid-air.

Lu Cong's eyes were shining, and he hurriedly clapped his hands.

Taking advantage of the big boss Dongfang Yu sticking to the window, Lu Cong stood at the door and looked into the main hall, the tragic situation made Lu Cong hurriedly pinch his nose, there were crooked tables and chairs everywhere, snoring like thunder, and his head was pinned in the wine jar with his hands and feet, there were all kinds of ugly corresponding, and even the two masters Zhao Qiliang and Hu Yunfan were talking drunk on the main table!

The towns below the mountain were basically destroyed by more than half of their houses under the sudden destruction of the New Year Beast last night. Many people lost their lives in vain, and the others who survived were under the command of the mayor and lived in the nearest neighbor's house first.

Originally, there were some injuries that were not light, but they were treated by the two Bodhisattvas themselves, and in an instant, they were alive and kicking, and immediately the mayors of each town had already thought about building a temple for the two Bodhisattvas in the town and worshipping them well.

Above the sky, the two Bodhisattvas Guanyin and Manjushri overlooked several ruined towns, and Guanyin said: "Although this is a little cruel, it is just right!"

Manjushri looked at Guanyin and asked puzzledly, "The Buddha sent me and the two of us, but he didn't say anything, why did the monk say this?"

Guanyin smiled in his eyes, shook the jade bottle in his hand and said: "My Buddha is merciful, in order to save this human suffering, so I sent the two of us here, but there was no place for us in the world before, after this time, my teaching will inevitably broadcast in the world! Senior brother doesn't have to think too much!"

Manjushri was silent, obviously what happened under him last night was not what he wanted, but the matter had come to this point, Manjushri had to meditate in his heart: Amitabha!

By the Youmu River, the footprints of the beasts around the Luo Dao people have been washed away by the river, and then the river receded, and the whole river was full of fish and shrimp for a while, jumping around in the riverbed, causing many people who were originally fleeing to pass by suddenly cheered and jumped up, forgetting the fear of last night, and suddenly went down to the river to catch a full body of fish and shrimp.

Luo Daoren looked at the people who were happy in the riverbed, and Xiaohong on the side said indifferently: "Xiaohong, look, this is mortal!" After saying for a long time, but there was no response, Luo Daoren turned his head to look, only to see Xiaohong grinning with a big carp that jumped ashore, fighting wits and courage, after being hit by two big mouths, Xiaohong, who was a little annoyed, roared lightly, and the fish went directly to the corpse, and then Xiaohong hummed and ate happily.

Luo Daoren laughed and scolded: "You stupid dog is not even as good as a mortal!"

Immediately, Luo Daoren's hand raised the cane, and a monstrous flood surged in the upper reaches of the river, and the people in the river were about to be washed clean in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, a Buddha light shone brightly, falling on the people in the riverbed, and suddenly the golden light shone, rose to mid-air, and finally fell on the bank.

"Why is this the Daoist?" said Manjushri as he landed beside Luo Daoren, with a questioning look on his face.

Luo Daoren smiled, glanced at Manjushri and replied, "It's nothing!

Manjushri was about to have a seizure, when suddenly Guanyin's divine thought came: "My Buddha is merciful!

Luo Daoren was about to leave, Guanyin immediately showed his figure, the Nine Treasure Lotus Flowers under his feet slowly turned, and said to Luo Daoren: "Dao Chang has worked hard! If you have a fate, you can go to Lingshan to gather!"

Luo Daoren sneered, did not stop, and walked in the direction of Crouching Tiger Mountain with his head held high. The little red eye, who was feasting on the riverside, watched Luo Daoren go away, hurriedly followed, ran halfway, and turned back to take the half-eaten carp in his mouth, dripping saliva, while chasing Luo Daoren.

Shui Xuanzong, Lu Xiao, who had been in a coma for three days, finally woke up, he didn't know how many dreams he had in the past three days, but as soon as he woke up, the original desolate and solemn dream disappeared without a trace, Lu Xiao was a little at a loss, and he always felt that there was a feeling of nothingness pulling him invisibly.

Lu Xiao put on a turquoise water cloud robe, tied up his dark hair with a white jade crown, revealing an angular handsome face, stepped on the water and blue waves, and pushed open the door of the wooden house.

The glow was sprinkled, and the outside of the house was filled with the sound of children playing among them for a while, Lu Xiao looked left and right, and it was actually many children wearing dark blue disciple uniforms who had just gone up the mountain, and when they saw Lu Xiao suddenly appear, the children hurriedly shut down, and all stood aside in a proper manner.

Lu Xiao paused, and asked a child next to him, "What day is today!"

The two children with the two towering mustaches on their heads replied honestly: "Ancestor, today is the first day of the first lunar month!"

Lu Xiao originally heard the title of "Master Ancestor" and smiled wordlessly, but when he heard that it was the first day of the first lunar month, the child in front of him suddenly inexplicably turned into Lu Cong's face, Lu Xiao immediately felt bored in his heart, and then walked towards the library pavilion.

At noon, it was still quiet on Crouching Tiger Mountain, Lu Xiao sat in Wu Niang's room, looking at the charcoal fire in the stove in a daze, and didn't even have the heart to eat the pile of snacks in front of him, and when Wu Niang, who was originally holding a page of broken paper and reading carefully, came back to his senses, he looked at Lu Cong with a worried look, put away the paper with a faint cyan light, and asked softly: "Xiao Cong, what are you thinking?"

Lu Cong wiped his eyes and said, "It's nothing!

Wu Niang immediately sat down next to Lu Cong, hugged Lu Xiao in her arms, and said to Lu Cong in an extremely gentle tone: "Xiao Cong!

Lu Cong's emotions surged up for a while, crying in Wu Niang's arms, at this moment he really looked like a child under the age of seven, for a long time, the crying became smaller, Lu Cong asked word by word: "Wu Niang, can I still see my brother Xiao?"

Wu Niang smiled: "Definitely can!"

"But Brother Xiao said he would come back to see me!, and there was no news!" Lu Xiao said angrily.

"Maybe your brother Xiao is on the way!" Wu Niang comforted Lu Cong, thought for a while and said, "It must not be far away!"

"Really?" Lu Xiao looked surprised.

Wu Niang smiled and said, "Then let's just wait! Maybe one day it will come!"

Lu Xiao knew that Wu Niang comforted him, and said with a smile: "Hahahaha! Wu Niang, you are so good!"

As he spoke, Lu Cong fell asleep by himself again, his breath gradually relaxed for a long time, Wu Niang looked down, a smile appeared on her face, and she saw that the tears on Lu Cong's little face had not been wiped off, but she already had a sweet smile.

At the same time, there was also a smiling face on the beam in Wu Niang's house, looking at the sleeping Lu Cong, Meng Po covered her mouth and chuckled, and said softly: "I didn't expect this family to be so sticky in this life!" After speaking, the green smoke flashed, and Meng Po was already above the green clouds when she reappeared.

Last night, Meng Po had already come to Crouching Tiger Mountain, quietly accompanied Lu Qing on the side, watching him smile and eat Chinese New Year's Eve dinner with a group of bandits, and watch quietly by the stove in his own room, until he was in a fight with his eyelids, and suddenly he fell asleep casually, Meng Po took the opportunity to appear and cover him with a quilt, and kissed him on the forehead, and quietly watched him sleep until dawn, and then hurriedly got up and went to paste window flowers everywhere, for fear that others would think he was lazy and did not do things.

Meng Po thought about it, and there was a smile again, she didn't remember how many years she had accompanied this family to celebrate the New Year, every life, she watched him grow from an infant child or a scholar, and won fame, or a disciple, lost the family business, or was poor since childhood, became a beggar, etc., every life is she watched him come over, she just accompanied him like this, not feeling hard, but still a little happy in her heart, even if he was destined to never recognize her again.