"It's good that it works, Elder Dong. I happen to have some free time, so I'll help you plow the fields." Qin Luo prepared to plow the fields.

"No, no, that won't do."

Dong Jisheng stopped Qin Luo, and said earnestly, "Immortal Master, you have helped me enough."

"Mr. Dong, you should take a rest."

"I will be careful."

Dong Jisheng couldn't stop smiling.

Qin Luo left with Jin Yan. Dong Jisheng secretly wiped his eyes. He thought his life would just pass by like this, and he would leave in obscurity. He never expected that someone would still care about him.

"I must live a good life!"

...

Back to Longhu Temple.

Qin Luo hung lanterns on both sides of the gate.

Crunch, crunch.

Golden Horn was gnawing on a pig bone.

Qin Luo went to the kitchen, took out wheat flour and started kneading dough. Jin Yan stood aside, watching attentively.

The dough was kneaded until smooth. Qin Luo placed the dough in a bowl, covered it, and clapped his hands. "Let the dough rest here for a while. We'll have longevity noodles tonight."

"Senior brother, can eating longevity noodles make you live longer?"

"Longevity is the symbolic meaning."

"I understand."

Jin Yan followed Qin Luo to the backyard, where they sat cross-legged on the platform under the peach tree to cultivate.

evening.

The last rays of sunlight disappeared.

Qin Luo also had a faint golden light on him.

"It's time!"

Qin Luo went to the kitchen.

Jin Yan was in charge of starting the fire and boiling the water.

Qin Luo divided the dough into three portions, first rolling them into long strips, and then stretching them into long noodles.

Jin Yan watched intently.

Qin Luo threw three clumps of noodles into the boiling pot. When the noodles were almost cooked, he tossed the bok choy into the pot. "Junior brother, go and call Master."

As soon as Jin Yan stepped out, he saw Zhang Fulong come to the backyard with his hands behind his back. He coughed with his fist clenched, "Cough cough, what are you making to eat? I can smell the aroma from far away."

"Master, it's longevity noodles that my senior brother cooked. I was just about to go call you," Jin Yan said with a smile.

"Longevity noodles?"

Zhang Fulong was somewhat lost in thought.

Qin Luo came out carrying a bowl of freshly cooked longevity noodles. It was a clear soup noodle with only a little oil and salt, garnished with bok choy. "Master, please eat first."

Zhang Fulong took the longevity noodles and was somewhat lost in thought. Then Qin Luo and Jin Yan each took a bowl of longevity noodles.

At night, a cool breeze blew and peach blossoms fluttered down as the three of them sat on the platform, slurping noodles.

"It smells so good!" Jin Yan felt that the noodles his senior brother cooked were especially delicious, and he even drank all the soup.

After Zhang Fulong finished eating, he burst into tears.

Qin Luo was surprised to see his master like this. "Master, what's wrong?"

Zhang Fulong wiped away his tears and couldn't help but sigh, "I suddenly thought of my grandmother. Every year on my birthday, she would cook me a bowl of longevity noodles."

"Master, when is your birthday? I'll cook you a bowl of longevity noodles on that day."

Qin Luo said respectfully.

“I don’t remember, only my grandmother remembers my birthday, alas!” Zhang Fulong covered his face and sighed.

Qin Luo said with a smile, "Master, from now on, we'll cook longevity noodles for every New Year!"

Jin Yan nodded with a smile.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Fulong felt ashamed. He stood up and said, "I'll go and rest now."

After eating longevity noodles.

Qin Luo led Jin Yan to the main hall of the Taoist temple. He lit two large candles and then lit three incense sticks, placing them in the incense burner in front of the portrait of the Taoist patriarch. Golden smoke filled the main hall.

Jin Yan then lit three incense sticks.

Qin Luo arrived outside the Taoist temple with a stack of yellow paper. He gave half of the paper to Jin Yan, then held out his hand and said softly, "Everyone, take what you need."

As soon as he finished speaking, a gust of cold wind swept in, and the yellow papers in Qin Luo's hand flew up one by one and disappeared into the night.

Seeing this, Jin Yan followed his senior brother's example and stretched out his hand, but the yellow paper in his hand did not move.

"Senior brother, why isn't mine responding?"

"Just throw it out, and those who want it will take it."

"I see."

Jin Yan threw the yellow paper in his hand into the darkness. He watched as the paper scattered and drifted away in the wind.

Qin Luo turned around, and two flames rose from his fingertips, lighting up two lanterns at the same time, dispelling the surrounding darkness. Golden Horn looked at the lanterns and wagged its tail.

Back in the backyard.

Qin Luo lit a candle and placed it on the table. The faint flame flickered in the wind, as if it might go out at any moment.

Jin Yan looked at the candles, somewhat puzzled, "Senior brother, who are you offering sacrifices to?"

Qin Luo looked up at the starry sky and said, "This world is boundless and the Dao is everywhere. I respect this world."

Jin Yan raised his head.

He gazed at the vast starry sky.

Qin Luo took out a chessboard and taught Jin Yan how to play chess.

late at night.

The crackling sounds echoed from all directions. Brilliant fireworks rose in Baiyun Town, while the fireworks in Jinyang City were even larger, like blooming sparks. The area near Luoxia Peak was very quiet.

"Senior brother, it's so lively here!"

Jin Yan gazed at the fireworks in the distance.

Qin Luo gazed at the dazzling starry sky and said, "Yes, the New Year is all about being lively, let's join in the fun."

How can we join in the fun?

Jin Yan suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.

The night sky was torn apart by golden lightning.

Boom!

A deafening clap of thunder rose, drowning out the sounds of ordinary cannons, and the lightning flashed like golden willow branches swaying in the wind.

"How magnificent!"

Jin Yan gazed at the magnificent sea of ​​lightning in the sky.

Zhang Fulong was awakened by the thunder. Hearing the deafening thunder outside, he was so frightened that he covered his head with the blanket.

Shuanghe Village.

Zifeng put bamboo in the campfire to burn, making a crackling sound, when a sudden clap of thunder startled him.

Zi Yue saw the sea of ​​thunder enveloping Luoxia Peak, the thunderous roar echoing throughout the Ziyun Mountains. "Wow, it's so beautiful!"

The gods and spirits in the Purple Cloud Mountains looked at them with awe, for it was a terrifying power they dared not touch.