Becoming a fox fairy from Liaozhai

The snow falls in Gusu, the branches of Qionghua bloom, and Lingyan turns white.

Zhao Siqi was in a daze, not knowing what year and month, rain, snow and wind and frost along the way.

The five-red dog became a black dog again, and Zhao Siqi became a beggar Qi.

It wasn't until the sights of this ancient city full of air and beauty came into view, every house was decorated with lanterns and festoons, and the Taofu lanterns were bright red, it was only in a daze.

"New Year's Eve."

The snow has gradually decreased.

The trees beside the road are covered with a layer of ice and snow, and the crystal clear branches are like jade carvings.

Every household was sweeping snow in front of the door, and it was very lively, but Zhao Siqi was stopped outside the city and he was not allowed to enter.Although he has repeatedly stated that he is not a refugee, not a beggar, and a practitioner who should be used as a bed, he was still rejected by the soldiers.

"On the day of the New Year's Eve, the King of Wu enjoys the joy with the people. Don't be disturbed by you idlers. Go! Go!"

Zhao Siqi wanted to argue at first, but another soldier had already taken a fancy to the jet-black dog beside him and showed a moved look, so he had no choice but to leave.

One black, two yellow, three flowers and four white, eating dog meat during Chinese New Year is another tradition.

Zhao Siqi ran away in a hurry, otherwise, if there was a dispute, he would still be able to escape, and the black dog might not be able to survive.

Leaving Changmen, Zhao Siqi patted the dog's head and said: "Smelly bastard, you are almost going to be caught and made into a pot."

Naturally, Wuhonggou couldn't understand what he said, so he washed his fingers with saliva.

Zhao Siqi looked at this majestic city, sighed secretly, and said, "I heard Gusu's name earlier, so it's just this color."

He had nowhere to go, but found a surprise outside the gate of Chang.

There is a Taoist temple that is still open. Although there are not many people coming and going, there is still some incense.

Zhao Siqi wanted to stay overnight, so he went to the Taoist temple. This small Taoist temple in four squares worshiped Emperor Fuyou.

Two young mages are in charge of the Taoist temple, one is serious and mature, the other is always smiling and hospitable. They welcome and send off guests, pray for blessings and eliminate disasters.

Seeing Zhao Siqi, the smiling little sorcerer hesitated for a moment, with a look of embarrassment on his face, and said: "This good believer..."

Zhao Siqi quickly stated his intention and identity to avoid being treated as a refugee.There are few porridges in Fuji Guan Temple, and the refugees can only give up a bowl of porridge, and they dare not stay overnight.

Moreover, being a refugee is not necessarily a good status. Zhao Siqi has seen a lot of troubles caused by refugees along the way.

Knowing that Zhao Siqi is also a practitioner, the little mage said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask my brother."

After a while, another unsmiling little mage also came, took a look at Zhao Siqi, convinced him that he was not ordinary, and invited him in.

The unsmiling little mage said: "Xiao Dao Huai Zhong, this is my junior brother Huai Yi, fellow Daoist, this way please."

Zhao Siqi stayed overnight at Fuji Temple to take a rest.

There were almost no people who came to offer incense in the afternoon, and when it was getting late, Huaizhong and Huaiyi had already closed their doors.

Zhao Siqi borrowed their stove to boil hot water, took a bath for himself and the black dog, and replaced it with a new one.

When Huai Yi came to see them, he was surprised and said, "Isn't this a black dog?"

Zhao Siqi laughed and said, "There's too much mud rolled along the way, it's a five-red dog."

Wuhonggou's eyes sparkled, and Huaiyi praised: "Good dog."

Since Master Liu passed away, it was the first time outsiders stayed at Fuji Temple.In the past, the two brothers and sisters always dealt with each other, including food, drink, and clothing.

Now that guests come, it is inevitable to entertain them.

Zhao Siqi couldn't sit still, and the three young men stretched out, together with a frisky five-red dog, immediately became lively and much more angry.

The three of them were chatting, and Zhao Siqi also shared some interesting knowledge, and started laughing as they talked.

Smiling and laughing, Huaiyi turned around and secretly wiped away tears.

Zhao Siqi was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had said something wrong, and was at a loss for a while.

Huai Zhong suppressed his smile, and said: "Don't blame me, the teacher passed away not long ago, the younger brother thinks of him."

Huai Yi slowed down, turned his head and apologized, then looked at Huai Zhong, and said, "It's been a long time, and I haven't seen you laughing. I've been practicing kung fu desperately all day, and I'm very scared."

Huaizhong's throat choked, the calmness on his face almost collapsed, he managed to maintain a smile, and said, "I'm fine, look, how can I say this on such a beautiful day."

Zhao Siqi left silently, giving them a space to get along with each other.

He went to burn incense for Emperor Fuyou, and then stood in the yard, looking at the bare persimmon tree in the yard with ice skates hanging on it, covered with a layer of white, but his thoughts went to nowhere.

West Dongting Mountain.

It is also the New Year in Shenjing Palace, which is just a simple one.Practitioners don't think much about this, just like they don't think much about birthdays.

Those who are running for longevity, it is not good to measure the time inch by inch, lest they count too clearly, and they will live up to the principle of longevity.

Immortal Jin Ting came out suddenly, and he was in a good mood.

The thunder-picking officer said suspiciously: "The Immortal looks happy today, presumably his practice has improved again."

Immortal Jinting didn't care about him either, and said: "It is true that there is a happy event, you go and play, you don't need to wait for me here today."

The thunder-picking officer withdrew.

The little Taoist priest Chongjing, the inspector, was one year older, and went around begging for new year's money. When he saw the thunder-picking officer, he begged for him.

Heilong turned pale with shock, and said: "What lucky money, I have lived for so long and have never heard of lucky money."

The inspector pointed to his big nose and asked, "Aren't we still friends! Don't you give me lucky money during Chinese New Year? I'm 12 years old, and each of us is only 12 years old."

The thunder-picking officer reached out and picked his ear, and said, "I'm over 1000 years old, and I haven't received any lucky money. What's so special about you being 12 years old?"

A kind of pity suddenly appeared on the face of the inspector, he fumbled in his sleeve, and then took out a small red silk bag.

He stuffed the small bag into the hands of the mine-picking officer, and raised his feet to reach the mine-picking officer's shoulders. He couldn't reach it, so he had to settle for the next best thing, patted his arm, and said, "Don't be sad, I'll divide the New Year's money into pieces." You a little. I'm leaving first, and I have to go to pay New Year greetings to other senior brothers."

Then I went to rob without looking back—no, I went to give New Year greetings to the next senior brother.

The Thunder Picking Officer looked at the bag in his hand and was stunned for a moment, then his face flushed quickly, Lei Ting was furious, and said, "Who is sad! Who wants your lucky money!"

The thunder-picking officer was so angry that he jumped, and the inspector had already gone away, so he could only sulk for a lifetime.

Until the middle of the night, Chongjing Xiaodaotong was about to fall asleep, when suddenly a huge black shadow knocked on his door.

He opened the door and saw that round clam shells and radiant strange stones were piled up in front of the door.

A black dragon spouted ice flowers from its nose, and said with a vicious look: "The lucky money I gave you, take it!"

Then he swept the clam shells and stones, including Chong Jing himself, through the door with one tail. Chong Jing hurried out to thank him, but a gust of wind blew past, and the black dragon had disappeared.