The weather was cold, and Shen Qingyi didn't stay outside for too long.

Go back to the main hall to pack your things and leave the main hall.

"Bang!"

The loud sound woke up Shen Qingyi, who fell asleep at night.

Shen Qingyi slammed into the bed and got up.

I saw that the window that was closed before going to bed was opened at this moment.

And outside is a howling wind, blowing goose feathers and heavy snow.

The snow on the ground was also lifted, and countless snowflakes drifted in and out of the windows.

Shen Qingyi hurriedly got up from the bed, put on a hat, and was about to close the window.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, the strong wind carried the snow, and it rushed towards Shen Qingyi.

"Smack!"

Shen Qing couldn't dodge it, and a cold touch suddenly appeared on his face.

Reached out and touched his face.

The snow melts and drips from between your fingers.

Shen Qingyi was slightly stunned.

She felt a warmth just now.

But how can snow be warm?

Shen Qing was puzzled, the wind and snow outside the house were still there.

"Bang!"

There was another loud bang, and Shen Qing was startled, this was coming from the side of the main hall.

Shen Qing was afraid that the strong wind would blow open the doors and windows of the hall and damage the things inside.

Shen Qing didn't care about the doubts in his heart, tightened his cloak, put on his shoes, and went to the main hall.

It's just a short corridor distance, and the cold wind and snowflakes make Shen Qingyi's face bruise.

Sure enough, when she arrived at the main hall, she saw that the door of the main hall was open, and countless snowflakes were blowing into the main hall with the strong wind.

Several portraits hanging from the top of the main hall were also swaying in the wind.

The window on the left side has been blown open by the wind.

An incense burner on the side also toppled to the ground, sprinkling incense ashes all over the ground.

Shen Qingyi hurriedly went to close the doors and windows.

After closing the doors and windows, Shen Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief.

Returning to the place of worship, he bowed to the portrait and raised his hand to smooth the portrait.

"Shhh

Shen Qingyi withdrew his hand suddenly.

There was a tingling in his fingertips, and blood dripped to the ground.

Shen Qingyi didn't expect that the edges of this seemingly ordinary and soft picture scroll would be so hard.

It was just a slight touch, and his finger was cut by it.

Wiping away the blood from his fingers, Shen Qingyi squatted down and picked up the incense burner on the ground.

However, while cleaning the incense ash on the floor, he found something resembling a wooden stick.

Shen Qingyi picked up the wooden stick stained with incense ash.

"Whew!"

The ash is blown away, revealing the true face of the stick.

A small stick that looks like wood and iron, and there are mottled patterns on it.

On the surface, it looks old and ordinary, but Shen Qingyi didn't dispose of it at will.

She didn't know where it came from, so she took it without asking, and she stole it.

Shen Qingyi flipped the small stick left and right, and looked around the hall again, but finally couldn't find where the stick came from.

After cleaning everything up, Shen Qing put the wooden stick back on a wooden table in the corner of the main hall.

I'm going to ask when the dean comes back, and if it's not something important, it's not too late to pack it up.

Shen Qingyi closed the door of the main hall and turned to leave.

But what she didn't know was that after she left, the portrait that had cut her finger moved in the windless hall.

A flash of inspiration flashed from the corner.

As soon as Shen Qing returned to his residence, after pushing open the door, he got into the quilt that still had a little residual warmth.

His hands exhaled, rubbed vigorously, pulled the quilt tight, and fell asleep again.

In his sleep, Shen Qingyi seemed to smell a faint sandalwood fragrance.

And the body, which was originally a little cold, gradually warmed up.

Early the next morning, Shen Qingyi got up and packed his things.

The closer it was to Chinese New Year's Eve, the more lively Fang Shi became.

Although many monks and mortals have left to return home for the New Year, there are also many new monks and mortals who have poured in.

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are many monks and mortals who have families.

But more often than not, homelessness.