When the footsteps of the old man stepped into winter, the trees bloomed like magnolias, and the roofs seemed to be painted with white paint.

Liujia Village has long been in the wind and snow, and every household has closed the door tightly to "keep out" the biting cold wind. It is the first few days of the new year, most of the young adults who have gone out to work have returned, and the family gathers in front of the stove fire, drinking hot tea, sharing their own interesting stories, and laughing endlessly.

"Xiaoyu, where are you going!"

Suddenly, there was an exclamation, and everyone in the room turned their heads to look at the door - the little boy called "Xiaoyu" was sneaking out of the door, the two side deadbolts were leaning against the wall by the little boy, and the main deadbolt was placed horizontally on the ground, obviously, the sound of the deadbolt slipping down exposed the little boy's sneaking out.

Xiao Yu was dressed in a gray-black plush coat, and under the one-piece hat was a delicate little face, after his mother discovered his behavior, Xiao Yu's little face was full of embarrassment and panic:

"I just want to hang out and have fun"

The woman who stopped Xiao Yu put down the teacup in her hand and said:

"With such a heavy snowfall, the cub is not afraid of freezing, and he is not allowed to go!"

However, at the moment when the woman put down the teacup, the little boy had already opened the side door and rushed out, and a cold wind rushed in, and everyone in the room could not help but shiver, and before the woman could say another word, the little boy's figure disappeared from everyone's sight

"Mom-I'm going to my uncle's house to play!!"

Seeing the figure of the little boy running on the snow, the woman sighed helplessly:

"Xiaoyu's temperament is too wild, and he is restless in winter"

Everyone in the room also understood the situation, and a young man smiled:

"Aunt Xiu, don't worry, Xiaoyu, you don't know, you are very wild, and besides, his uncle is at home, and he will be fine when he looks at Xiaoyu. Xiaoyu has been sticking to his grandfather since he was a child, and you don't know it. ”

Mother Liu also thought of this and nodded,

"That's right. ”

The words were divided into two ends, and Xiao Yu was heading towards the mountain. The houses in the village are scattered around Momeng Mountain, but most of them are built under the mountain, but the house of the eldest uncle's family is built in the mountains and forests, which seems to be because of the relationship between Xiaoyu's grandfather.

Panting and climbing to the mountainside, he stopped, the winter was already windy and snowy, and the mountain road was full of snow, and each section of the road took twice as much effort as usual.

After exhaling twice, Liu Yu suddenly regretted a little, there was still a long way to go, and he was really tired to death! But when he turned his head and saw the neat and tidy footprints, he was unwilling in his heart, so he could only secretly encourage himself

"The teacher said, if you insist on victory, let's go quickly!"

Muttering, Xiao Yu raised his strength and trotted up,

The weather was too cold, and the ten-year-old boy's body was still very fragile and could not withstand the force of the wind and cold for a long time. After walking for a while, Xiao Yu suddenly saw a familiar figure appear not far from him, holding a shovel, and the person was slowly walking on the road.

"Uncle!

Xiao Yu shouted happily, his steps were much easier, and he got into the middle-aged man's sweater robe. The middle-aged man had a simple face of Chinese characters, put down the shovel in his hand, and said with a smile:

"Xiaoyu, I still came to my uncle to play in winter."

Xiao Yu frowned, and complained impatiently:

"It's not fun at home, it's better to have an uncle's house"

The middle-aged man smiled dumbly,

"You're wild. But your uncle can't go back until he completes his mission."

"The task? is my grandfather asking my uncle to go to the Daoist Temple to shovel snow, and my grandfather is really, and my uncle will come out in winter."

Hearing Xiao Yu's words, the middle-aged man laughed, picked up Xiao Yu, stretched out his finger and flicked Xiao Yu's forehead,

"Uncle is not as thin as Xiaoyu, besides, my uncle has been taking care of the Taoist Temple since he was a child, and no matter how big the snowstorm is, your grandfather wants me to go, Xiaoyu delivered in what you call the 'Broken Taoist Temple', don't you want to go and see it?"

"I'm not a Taoist priest, what's so fun about breaking the Taoist temple. ”

The middle-aged man joked with Xiao Yu, his footsteps were indeed windy, and he was running smoothly on the snow road. There is only one mountain road on Momeng Mountain, and at the end of the mountain road is the destination of Xiao Yu and his uncle.

Said to be a broken Taoist temple, but also the image, this small Taoist temple may have been incense before, after the reform and opening up, there are fewer and fewer people on the incense, and the people on the mountain have moved down to the mountain, only the uncle's family is still left on the mountain, regularly taking care of the Taoist temple, although the Taoist temple is clean and bright, but after all, no one lives, and it is in disrepair, the Taoist temple is more and more dilapidated.

Xiao Yu was delivered in the Taoist temple ten years ago, and an old Taoist priest gave Xiao Yu 'dust', which is a local custom, and the child was born to let the Taoist priest do some rituals. Since the death of the last old Taoist priest in the Taoist temple five years ago, this custom has faded out of people's memory, and Xiaoyu is the last group of children to 'collect dust'.

"Xiao Yu stay well, and when your uncle finishes shoveling the snow, he will take you to eat baked sweet potatoes"

When he arrived at the Taoist temple, the middle-aged man put down Xiao Yu in his arms, took the shovel and began to shovel the snow, it was the time when the wind and snow were combined, although the man shoveled the snow fast, but it was not much faster than the speed covered by the goose feather snow, but the man shoveled the snow steadily, without saying a word.

"Grandpa is really, the snow is so heavy, and I let my uncle come out, can't I come back after the snow?"

Xiao Yu complained a few times, but he knew that his uncle was a very filial person. He had also been to the Taoist temple a few years earlier, but he quickly lost interest. After all, after the death of the old Taoist priest, most of the villagers forgot about this Taoist temple that had existed in their ancestors.

"I really don't know why my grandfather is guarding this broken Taoist temple"

Liu Yu saw that his uncle couldn't finish it for a while, and it was not his character to sit dry, so he began to wander around the hall, and there was a half-human-high bronze statue on the hall, which seemed to be a relationship of regular maintenance, and the bronze statue was like a new one, revealing a dull and solemn atmosphere.

Liu Yu took a closer look and remembered that the appearance of the bronze statue was Taishang Laojun, the book "Journey to the West" that he exchanged from the same table Chubby at school Liu Yu read it no less than three times, and the description of Taishang Laojun in the illustration was clear, and now the vivid image of Taishang Laojun has long been entrenched in Liu Yu's mind.

"It's just, why is it so wrong?"

Touching his head, Liu Yu recalled the image of Taishang Laojun he had seen in the past, and finally found that something was wrong with the bronze statue, and the bronze statue was not holding a dust, but a snake-like creature in his hand.

"Four-legged snake? It seems that the gecko said by the teacher is not right, the gecko is not like this, could it be a dragon? If it is a dragon, this dragon is too ugly, it doesn't even have eyeballs."

Smacking his lips, Liu Yu felt bored, and there was really nothing fun in the Taoist temple, so he decided to lie down and rest for a while, maybe when he woke up, his uncle would set up a cloth shed, and then he could go to his grandfather's place to play.

Looking around, Liu Yu suddenly saw that the bronze statue sitting in his arms was quite flat, but there was a thin layer of ash, Liu Yu waved his hand a few times to sweep the ash away, and with a playful heart, he also learned the posture of the bronze statue and sat cross-legged, gently leaning on the bronze statue, and on his right was the right hand of the bronze statue holding the 'dragon'.

"Cross your legs

It's hard

I don't believe it!"

The young man's face was covered with a thin layer of sweat at some point, but his bones were still very brittle, and he held his breath and crossed his legs, but his hands were too strong to scratch the dragon's body.

"Pain"

Liu Yu hurriedly raised his hand, a small cut was made on the palm of his right hand, there was no big problem, he exhaled, and his heart relaxed. When he turned his head, he saw a narrow blood mark on the dragon's head.

"Uncle, will you scold me, wipe it off?"

Regardless of whether the sweater was clean or not, Liu Yu raised his arm and wiped it vigorously on the 'dragon head', but no matter how he wiped it, the blood stains seemed to be stuck to the bronze statue, not a little. Liu Yu felt strange, so he put his face close to the head of the 'dragon' and widened his eyes.

Suddenly, as if boiling water, the blood stains turned into tiny blood beads that rolled into the eyes of the dragon, and merged into two slightly larger red blood beads that were embedded in the eyes of the dragon.

Liu Yu stared blankly at the vision of the blood beads, and the sudden strange phenomenon made the young man's brain unable to turn around, what is the situation?